One car goes, another one comes...

Okay, it was a terrible twist on the one door closes, another one opens, but not long after the Maybach had been picked up by its owner, another luxury model came in with almost the exact same damage, and it happened because of another rich, joy-riding punk.

I shouldn’t complain. Rich, joying-riding punks made up a fair share of my income in one way or another, but I hated to see a fine piece of machinery mistreated.

I’d barely had a chance to finish up the estimate before it was quitting time for the day, but I wanted to get a little more done so I’d sent the rest of the crew on home. Now, with the rest of the shop quiet, I went over the car one more time.

The sound of a fist on the back door had me raising my head warily.

I wasn’t in a bad part of town, per se, but I wasn’t exactly on Rodeo Drive either.

With a wrench in one hand and my cell phone in my hip pocket, I went to answer the door.

Peering through it, I found myself staring at a face that had been bugging my dreams a little more than I liked – especially since I hadn’t gotten around to getting her phone number. Or her last name. Or much of any information that might help find her.

I knew she loved to have her neck nibbled on and I knew she was sensitive behind her right knee. I also knew she moaned in a low, throaty voice when she came.

And now I knew she was standing on the back stoop of my garage.

Opening the door, I gaped down at her. “Suria. What are you doing here?”

“Hello to you too,” she said, grinning up at me.

She wore a slinky black sundress that dipped down low over her breasts and outlined her narrow waist before flaring out at her hips. She looked like sex and sin and dreams, and I wanted to fist my hands in her hair.

Instead of hauling her inside though, I blurted out, “How in the hell did you know where I worked?”

She laughed and took a step closer to me. “It’s not that hard if you know how to use Google. It isn’t like you’ve got a real common name, Kian,” she said, sliding me a look from under her lashes. Glancing past me, she studied the inside of the garage, then asked, “Can I come in?”

Stepping aside, I let her come in. “So…you searched for Kian and mechanic?”

I vaguely recalled telling her what I did for a living, but seriously, she could find me like that?

“You said you worked at a garage in LA. You said you worked on luxury cars.” She shrugged as she walked by me, leaving a trail of some heady, musky perfume in her wake. “We hadn’t exchanged phone numbers, and I didn’t see you at the club last night.”

“You went looking for me?”

She spun around, smiling brightly. “Are you surprised?”

“You left without saying anything,” I responded. “So…well, kinda.”

She bit her lip and looked away. “I was…embarrassed. I don’t usually hook up with guys after meeting them just a couple of times, and I wasn’t sure what the rules were. And…well…” She laughed, the sound a little strained, a little offkey. “Like I said, I was embarrassed.”

“Okay.” Nodding slowly, I said, “I can see that.” I wanted to tell her that hook-ups on the first or second meet weren’t really my thing either, but hell, that was normally how I did things. It wasn’t really how I wanted things to be with her, but she’d run off before we could get to know each other better.

She’s here now, I reminded myself.

Gesturing toward the car I was working on, I said, “Want to have a seat? I’ve got to wrap up what I was doing before I kick off for the night.”

“Sure.” She followed me over to the car, but when she started to hop up on the hood of an Audi, I winced. “Let’s…um…here.” I grabbed a folding chair from where it sat against the back wall of the bay and hauled it over closer to my work area for her. “The paint was just done yesterday.”

She gasped and spun around to look at her butt, I presumed.

I laughed. “It’s dry, but when you own a car like this, you get pretty touchy about who plants their ass on the hood.” I dropped my eyes to stare in the vicinity of hers. “Even if it’s a first-class ass like yours.”

She grinned at me. “Glad you like it.”

Like didn’t touch it.

I went back to what I’d been doing, trying to pretend a casualness I didn’t feel. Suria, on the other hand, seemed to be perfectly calm. “What got you into working on cars so nice, their owners don’t like butts on them?”

I laughed a little before answering her, giving her the short answer instead of the long once since I didn’t want to see her eyes glaze over.

To my surprise, when I looked back at her, she seemed genuinely interested.

With a shrug, I wrapped it up. “It’s just really all I’ve ever wanted to do. And after my uncle passed away and left Mom and me with the money…well, I had a chance to buy this place, so I did.”

“Wow.” She sighed, looking away. “It must be nice being able to do the one thing you’ve always wanted in life.”

“It’s never too late, you know.” She looked sad, and I found myself wanting to go to her, hug her, coax her into my arms. Then, after that smile faded, I wanted to coax her out of her clothes and onto my lap where I could pull her down onto my cock. But first…I wanted to see that smile back. “I think you’ve got a few good years left on you. You could still chase a dream or two.”

I managed to get a chuckle out of her, and she brushed her hair back. “You think I got a few good years left?”

“A few.” Wiping my hands on the grease rag, I dropped down next to the clipboard I’d been using to make notes. I’d enter all the information into the computer tomorrow and start ordering parts. Tonight…well, I had other plans in mind.

But Suria still seemed distracted.

As I drew closer, she rose to her feet and paced around the car. “What does your mom think about this place? I bet she’s proud of her boy,” she commented, sending me a sly grin.

I snorted. “I could be working in a craft store making castles out of popsicle sticks, and if I was happy, my mother would be proud of her boy.” It was nothing less than the truth too.

“Easy to please?” She arched her brows at me from over the car, bracing her hands on the somewhat busted door.

“Nah. I’m just the only kid.” I shrugged, echoing her position.

“I’m glad I’m not the only kid,” she said, looking away. “My dad isn’t…he’s not an easy person to deal with. Having somebody else makes it a little easier to tolerate him.”

“Split the attention?”

“No.” She rolled her eyes at me. “I still tend to get the brunt of it, but at least I know I’m not alone in dealing with him.” Dropping her chin down, she studied me. “What’s it like being an only child? Is it lonely?”

“I…no. It never felt like it, but then I never thought about it.”

We talked for a while, me circling toward her around the car, her circling away. Then she pivoted, circling toward me and without thinking about it, I started to circle in the other direction.

Eventually, though, I stopped and let her come toward me.

When she reached me, I caught her hips, pulling her up against me, letting her feel the erection I’d been sporting almost from the minute she’d come into the garage.

“Why are you really here?” I asked her, dipping my head to skim my lips down her neck.

She arched her hips against mine, and I caught a handful of her skirt, dragging it upward. “Is it really hard to figure out?”

I found a skimpy pair of panties underneath. Tugging them out of the way, I slid my fingers through the soft patch of curls, then down her slit, finding her wet and waiting. “Are you here for this?”

Her reply was to grab my wrist and rock against me. She stared up at me with bold, hungry eyes.

“I don’t have anything here with me,” I said in a tight voice. I’d used up my last condom and hadn’t thought to restock.

“I do.”

She picked up her purse and let it swing between us like a pendulum.

“Fuck.” Boosting her up, I guided her until her legs were around my waist, then we made our way into my office. There, I closed the door, but I didn’t make it any farther. “Give me a condom, Suria,” I demanded just before slamming my mouth down on hers.

She tasted the same way she smelled, like sin, seduction, dreams.

Her mouth opened under mine as she fumbled in her purse for the rubber. Finally, she shoved it into my hand. She must have dropped the purse because something bounced off my foot. I didn’t care. All that mattered was that she was here.

She wrapped her arms around my neck as I boosted her up against the wall.

A little more fumbling and I had my jeans unzipped and the rubber in place. There was no more fumbling after that. The two of us fit together perfectly, like a glove, as if we were made to fit each other.

She gasped as I filled her.

I grunted as she clamped down tight around me. Her eyes flared wide, then fluttered closed as I withdrew before flying back open as I surged deep.

Her legs were soft and strong around me, squeezing my hips, her heels digging into my ass and urging me on.

I didn’t need any urging.

Driving one hand into the hard, solid steel of the door at her back, I braced the forearm of my free arm under her hips, holding her steady as I began to shaft her with short, shallow digs. I wanted to fill her completely with each thrust, but the drag of her pussy over my cock was the sweetest torture, and I didn’t want this to end too soon.

She whimpered my name, her nails digging into my neck.

That little bite of pain added to the edge of the moment and I caught her lower lip between my teeth, biting down.

She gasped and responded in kind by biting me back.

It drove me a little crazy, and I slammed into her harder, filled her deeper.

Suria mewled and thrashed, trapped between me and the door, and her squirming was the last thing I needed. Feeling her working against me, her nipples stabbing into my chest, all of it snapped the final strands of my control, and I began to thrust deep and hard.

She wailed out my name and came, shattering against me.

I didn’t stop.

I didn’t think I could.

I kept moving until she’d wrung every last bit from me. Only then did I collapse against her, letting the two of us slide down the door, and we stayed there until the muscles in my thighs cramped, and I could hardly move…and I was pretty damn happy about the whole thing.