Around us, people were linking arms, bouncing, and jumping up and down to the fast tempo of Cotton-eyed Joe, but she wound her arms around my neck and drew me in close. Whoa, how drunk was she? To be honest, I felt surprised at how open she was about this, how much she seemed to want me close, seemed to want me to touch her and be near her like this. I could already feel my cock stirring, but I knew I couldn’t fuck her out here, not tonight, not so soon. I let my hands rest on her waist and she began to sway to the music, but it was clear that it was only a thin excuse for grinding her body into my erection.

Leaning her hips into me, she looked up, a sweet, sultry smile on her face. “Why Mr. Mechanic, is that a wrench in your pocket, or you just happy to see me?”

I grinned at her. If it was Mae West quips she wanted to trade… “It’s my ladder of success, Princess. You can climb it all night long.”

Her cheeks flamed. It was sweet. I guess she was just an innocent pretending to be wise and sophisticated. She cleared her throat. “You’re a smart guy, why did you drop out of school, Jesse?”

I shrugged. “I was bored. Education is designed to turn people into cogs in the machinery of capitalism. I didn’t want to be a cog.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You prefer being a grease monkey?”

I grinned slowly. “I prefer looking under hoods, Princess.”

She shook her head and smiled teasingly. “Spoken like a true dirt-bag.”

“Talking of dirt-bags, you had a ring on earlier,” I said, figuring that it was probably a smart move to cover my ass in case she did have a fiancé, or some shit. My days of hopping into my pants and shimmying down drainpipes were well and truly over.

“Yeah, and I’m not wearing it now.” She lifted her hand and waggled her fingers in front of my face.

“Anything I should be worried about?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow, and she shook her head.

“Nope,” she replied firmly. “That’s done. I’m all about tonight right now.”

I got it then. It wasn’t me she particularly wanted. She was just out for a good time, to get over the owner of the ring. Maybe any man would have done, but hey, I wasn’t complaining. I was more than happy to be of service.

She fell silent, content to give herself over to the music. A much slower song I didn’t recognize had started and she pressed herself closer to me.

Then as we moved together, something happened. That chemistry I had been sure was crackling between us before, at the garage, morphed into something less combative. Something that flowed between us like liquid fire. From her groin to mine.

I traced my thumb over the small of her back, and she let out a small noise that could have been a moan. Her eyes were closed, but when she opened them and looked at me, I knew something had changed. Her gaze moved down to my mouth. She was openly hungry for me. She let her teeth catch for a moment on her lower lip.

“Fuck, Mia,” I groaned, “if you pull any more stunts like that I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.”

Looking up into my eyes, she bit her bottom lip again.

I pulled her closer, testing the waters, seeing how much I could get away with, and she let me. In fact, she arched her body against mine, so I could feel every curve, every inch. Her dress hit her around mid-thigh, and it would have been so damn easy to push it up a little, slip my hand between her thighs and…

Before I knew it, I was pulling her off the dancefloor and toward the back door. I didn’t know what the hell was going through my head, but I felt as though I didn’t have control of myself, not the way I usually did. Sure, I’d had plenty of women before, but this was the only woman who’d ever turned me down and here she was, all up on me like she couldn’t get enough.

She didn’t pull away. She let me drag her away, her heels scraping the sticky floor, not even glancing around to make sure her friends weren’t watching us. Not that I would have given a shit if they were.

I led her around the back of the bar, the night air cooling my skin. I tried to bring myself to my senses. She’d been so long in the city she didn’t understand how this town worked anymore. If the two of us were caught out here, the whole town would know about it by the end of tomorrow night, but I couldn’t find it in me to give a shit. I came to a halt round the back of the bar, in the parking lot. Then before I knew it, she had grabbed me and pulled me toward her once again, but this time, with more intention than before.

I slipped my hand around her curvy hips and pulled her close. As our mouths crashed into each other, I slipped my tongue into hers. She ran her fingers through my hair, balling them to fists and tugging slightly, sending a sharp pain across my scalp. But I found it mellowing into pleasure as she moaned my name against my lips, my cock hard against her hip.

“Jesse…” she gasped as I reached down to slide my hand up her dress just like I had imagined doing back in the bar.

She parted her legs, tipped her head back and moaned, while I ran my mouth all over her throat, letting my teeth tease at her soft skin. When her moans became louder and more pronounced I slid my other hand up, and used it to cover her mouth. I couldn’t give a shit, my reputation was shot to pieces anyway, but if we got caught making out in public, it would be a mess, and the last thing she needed was a scandal.

Over the thin material of her panties, I cupped my hand over her pussy. It was fleshy and hot. She shivered with anticipation. I pressed into her lightly, and she moved against me, rocking her hips back and forth restlessly. I could feel her panting against my hand, could feel how desperate she was for more. I hooked my fingers around the crotch of her panties and tugged them down, just enough so I could push my fingers into her slick pussy.

She seemed relieved when I began to push in and out of her, the tension leaving her body as she slumped against me. Her eyes were closed and I watched her face intently as I moved my fingers inside her, reaching my thumb up to stroke her clit as I did so. Who knew an uptight upper-class girl like her would be into something like this? Dirty sex at the back of bar. Maybe, she had picked up some new habits in the city.

My cock strained against the confines of my jeans. I wanted to turn her around, push her dress up, and fuck her right here outside the bar, but I knew that would be hard to come back from if we were caught in the act. Besides, I kind of liked having this control over her, being the one in charge. It did something to me, lighting a fire in my belly that spread heat through my whole body.

She reached out and grasped my arms, fingers sinking into my skin, and I could tell she was getting close to the edge so I pushed myself against her, grinding my cock against her hip, and I could tell in that moment that she would have let me fuck her if I’d just gone for it. But I didn’t want to, not yet. I wanted to feel her come, to render her helpless. I drew my hand away from her mouth tentatively, wanting to hear whatever noises were coming out of her mouth.

Her breath was ragged, her mouth open, as I leaned forward to kiss her once more. Her fingernails dug deep into my skin, but I didn’t mind one bit. I pushed my fingers harder and faster into her while pressing my thumb down against her clit and moving it in small circles.

Seconds later, I felt her give out beneath me.

“Ah!” she cried out.

Pulling back for a moment, I caught her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged on it gently as her pussy contracted and gushed around my fingers. Her panties were soaked. How she was going to go back out and sit in them was beyond me. She would have to take them off and sit there bare-assed under her dress. I grinned as she ran her hands all over my back and my shoulders as she continued to shudder with pleasure against me.

I slipped my fingers out of her and moved them up to her mouth.

She caught my hand and drew it between her lips, cleaning my fingers eagerly with her tongue.

Holy fuck. It was smoking hot and the image instantly burned itself into my mind. She was so horny, so given over to the desire between us. Now it was hard to remember that this was the stuck-up prude who had turned me down all those years ago.