Brett

 

The bright green numbers of the clock glow on my face while I stare at it. Four in the morning. It’s fucking four in the morning. I haven’t been able to go to sleep yet. I haven’t felt this kind of anger stirring inside in a long time. 

I walked out of the bar tonight with Sara. Just as I was pushing through the door, I glanced over my shoulder to Eva. The same hard, hurtful eyes she hit me with earlier where staring back at me. I don’t understand what the hell her problem is. It’s like she’s pissed at me for something I didn’t do, or something I don’t know I did. When she called me a manwhore at the bar, it fucking hurt. I don’t do hurt, so I turned it to anger. Anger that I’m trying to bury deep down, but it’s trying to claw its way out. If she thinks I’m an asshole now, there will be no doubt if I take my anger out on her.

Scrubbing my face, I roll over. When I got outside the bar, Sara was all over me. It was simple. She wanted me and I was way passed needing to get my dick wet. So when the cab pulled up and she climbed in, I stood there holding onto the door. It’s never been a question. Never have I let my mind drift off in any other direction. Except for then.

Looking back at the bar, I slammed the cab door shut, hitting the roof to let the driver know to go. I’m sure she was pissed, fuck I was pissed. It was the first time I passed up a sure thing. So here I am. Wide awake...angry and horny.

My hand slips down my stomach, searching for the growing erection that’s taking over me. My mind wanders to the way Eva looked tonight. Her long brown hair, her pouty red lips, even the way her eyes shined when she first saw me tonight.

“Fuck,” I grumble. My dick is as hard as a rock with images of Eva floating through my mind.

I shouldn’t even be thinking about her. She’s a friend, nothing more. But, I can’t stop as I pump my cock with one hand. God, she’s got this sexy confidence about her. I focus on the curve of her lips. The way she smiles.

I imagine them wrapped around my cock. Her honeyed eyes glancing up at me. Fuck, shit. I’m so turned on.

God, how good would it feel to fuck her mouth. Slip my fingers in her hair as she takes me deep down her throat. Shit. I’m gonna come.

Leaving the bar with Sara tonight, I realized she wasn’t the one I would have really enjoyed. Eva’s soft mouth bringing me to an orgasm would be much better.

I stroke my cock harder, moaning into the night. What I wouldn’t give for one night of having Eva’s tongue stroking my cock. Of Eva’s hands on me as I slam my dick in her mouth. Have her suck and suck as I play with her tits.

Slip inside her wet pussy as I fuck her relentlessly. Fuck, I pick up speed as my orgasm draws near. Fucking Eva will never happen, but imagining it over and over is something I can do. This won’t change our friendship, and she doesn’t need to know I fantasize about her sucking my cock.

My heart is pounding with lust. My balls are full with desire. The need to come overtakes me and I breathe out hard as my orgasm rushes through me. “Fuck, Eva,” I groan as I keep pumping my dick.

“Fuck.” I can’t believe I just got off thinking about her.

 

**

 

My phone rings and I grab it off the coffee table. Asher. I hit ignore and shove it into my pocket. He’s been trying to talk to me since I walked in on him, and his bad fucking skills. I’m still too pissed to be bothered.

The only thing making this day bearable, after two hours of restless sleep, is knowing I’m going to work on the 1972 Chevy Nova sitting at the garage. My damn dream car, that I get a hard on just thinking about. Getting my hands dirty today is exactly what I need.

Opening my door to leave, Eva jumps back. Making my damn heart pound. “Damn Brett. You scared the shit out of me.”

Closing the door behind me, I lock it and turn to her. “I scared you? Christ, you’re like a tiny stalker I didn’t see coming. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I was in the neighborhood. Thought maybe we could grab breakfast or something,” she says, twisting her hands together. “And for the record, I’m not a stalker.”

Laughing, I nod. “Sure you aren’t, but I need to go to the garage. I can’t do breakfast,” I say, crossing my arms.

“Well, the real reason I stopped by was to apologize for last night.”

“No, stop. I'm sorry. I guess I don't have the best reputation.”

“I'm sure Sara didn't mind.” She glances at the ground, unable to meet my eyes.

“I wouldn't know. I didn't end up doing anything with her,” I say, hoping she believes me.

She smiles a tiny smile. “So, you’re working on a Saturday?”

“Yep. Overtime, plus I get to work on a 1972 Chevy Nova,” I explain.

She glances down before meeting my gaze. “Fully restored?”

Cocking an eyebrow, I search her smiling eyes. “Yeah, it is. What do you know about cars?”

“I know a little. I’d like to check it out if it’s not a big deal if I tag along,” she says.

Well there goes my plan of trying to relax and get my hands dirty. Now I’m going to have to entertain her while I try to work. Not how I wanted this to go.

“Yeah, sure,” I say, walking toward my truck.

When we get to the shop, she’s talking a mile a minute. It’s irritating and frustrating. But fuck, it’s like I don’t want her to stop.

“Wow, she’s gorgeous,” she says, when I flip on the lights and the car comes in view.

“Fuck yeah she is.” Walking over, I pop the hood. “This is going to take a while. I need to replace the water pump. Not sure you’re going to want to hang out the whole time.”

“I’ll help,” she suggests. Slowly walking around the car, she lets her fingers drag along the black paint. Following the curves and dips, she meets me by the hood, looking down at the engine.

I laugh a little as I get the new water pump. “Oh you’ll help? I thought you were a florist. What do you know about cars?”

“First of all, that’s a dickhead response. Secondly, yeah I am a badass florist, but my grandfather taught me enough about an engine,” she says, pulling her silky hair into a bun.

A grin breaks out on my face, as I take her in. “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got, badass florist.”

“Bring it, dickhead.”

“Alright I need to get this fan off the water pump first, so hand me the socket,” I say, testing to see if she even knows what that is.

“Here,” she says, handing it to me.

“Thanks,” I reply. Okay so she knows a socket, that’s not hard.

There’s a lot to get out of the way until I can get the water pump out, but son of a bitch if Eva isn’t leaning over my shoulder pointing it all out. The belts, the pulley, the alternator and radiator. It’s fucking impressive and hot.

I’ve never had a chick work with me on a car. Sure, they’ve watched while I worked, but no one’s ever had any knowledge. Yet, here’s Eva. Her damn perfume circulating around me, while she impresses me with what she knows. She’s not like anyone I’ve ever met.

“Hey you want to order some lunch? We’ve still got a while,” I suggest.

“Sure, how about I run and pick us up subs?”

“Really?”

“Of course, why not?” she asks, wiping her hands on my rag.

“I don’t know, I just appreciate it,” I say.

When she leaves, I grab a quick smoke. It’s as though all the anger I was feeling is gone. This damn car is magic. Just so you know, I’m not that fucking stupid to think it’s all the car, it’s just easier thinking that way.

After Eva gets back, we go into the back room to eat. All the stupid ass pictures Payton put up still hang around and Eva stops in front of the baby in the tire. “Cute, but why?”

I grin and move beside her. “Because obviously every garage needs to have some cute,” I joke, knocking lightly into her side.

“You picked it out, didn’t you?” she asks, smiling up at me.

“Oh yeah. I’m big on babies.”

Her smile drops and she looks back at the picture. “Are you?”

“Am I what?” I ask confused.

“Big on babies?”

What the hell? “No,” I nearly yell.

She turns her head to look at me. “Seriously, do you see kids in your future?”

Stepping back a bit, I run my hand through my hair. “No.”

“Me either,” she whispers, and turns away from the picture. “Let’s eat.” She’s confusing as hell.

As we eat, I feel like the air around us is thickening. Both of us wanting to say something, but neither will. She won’t make eye contact. Pieces of her hair have fallen out of her bun, hanging carelessly around her face. She’s got a little grease smudge on her cheek, which damn, is sexy as hell. The longer I watch her, the more I want to know what she’s thinking. And why she won’t just say.

“Eva, just say it,” I blurt out.

She lifts those golden eyes, searching mine. “Say what?”

“Whatever the hell it is that you’re sitting there thinking so hard about.”

“I’m thinking about work,” she says, lifting her shoulders.

“Oh well good.” She smiles and I continue. “At least I know you’re a horrible fucking liar.”

She laughs, and a little of the thickening around us disappears. “Asshole. Fine, I was wondering why you don’t see kids in your future.”

“You don’t want them either, so why does it matter,” I say, finishing off my sub.

“I never said that. I just said I didn’t see them in my future,” she explains, taking a sip of her water.

“Eva, look. You’re my friend. My best friend since Asher got neutered. You know I don’t want a relationship, why the hell would I want kids?”

“Yeah I guess I get that,” she says. “Until you meet the right woman.” Giving me a wink, she gets up to throw away her garbage.

“Oh, and why don’t you tell me who that would be?” I ask, laughing.

She moves to me, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “You’ll know,” she says in the most sexy, seductive voice I’ve ever heard.

Turning my head, I’m so close to her. Her lips are a whisper away from mine. Those telling eyes are searching mine. The air in my lungs is sucked out momentarily. “Eva?”

“What?” she whispers.

“Back up,” I say, needing this feeling to go away.

I can see it, that fucking hurt in her eyes. What the hell does she want from me? She deserves better than me fucking her and never talking to her again. But that’s all she’d get from me.

“Let’s finish up the water pump,” she says, walking out of the back room.

Standing up, I kick the gray metal chair across the room. “Fuck,” I yell, punching the wall as I walk out.

 

**

 

“Don’t you need to put new gaskets on?” she asks.

“You really do know your shit. It’s very impressive,” I say.

“I’m nothing if not impressive,” she says.

Smiling up at her, I wink. “We have a lot in common.”

“Yeah we do.”

“Hand me that wrench,” I say.

She does and I grab her hand that is wrapped around the wrench. Pulling her almost flush against me. Her breathing is picking up, and fuck, so is my pulse. Her small, soft hand feels so good beneath mine.  Her tits press against me, and it makes me want to do things I shouldn’t. Very dirty things.

“Brett?” she asks, breaking this weird ass world I just slipped into.

Letting go, I step back. “Sorry. Thanks.”

Thankfully, the weird moments we shared today disappears and we finish the water pump. Closing the hood, I start cleaning up.

“Thanks for letting me come today. It was really great,” she says, helping me clean up.

“Yeah, it really was. Surprisingly, you do know your shit,” I say, putting my tools away.

“How about I stop at the store and pick up some food and make us dinner. You know, my way of thanking you for letting me help out with this,” she suggests.

Make me dinner? No, fuck no. That’s too much like a relationship or something. Not to mention I jerked off thinking about her. The thought still fresh enough to make good on it. “How about we go out for a few drinks instead? Maybe it will work out and we’ll both leave with someone.”

“Yeah, that works too. I just need to shower and eat something first,” she says.

“Cool. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

It was an awesome day, better than I thought it would be. But no way am I down with her making me dinner. That’s how it starts. Dinner, hanging out, fucking and I’ll walk away. I do need to fuck someone though, just not her. My dick is going to fall off from not being used. That shit happens, it’s a known fact. If you don’t use it, you lose it. I’m not about to lose my cock. So tonight, he’s getting used. One way or another.