I ’m staring upward, my shoulders aching and sweat trickling down my spine, face and arms reaching deep into an engine when I hear my brother mutter ‘oh, shit’ under his breath. I’m still fucking with Fast Eddie’s Mustang, currently working on pulling his transmission so I can tweak his gear ratios. Eddie wants to shave a tenth of a second off his quarter-mile time next month and is willing to pay for it. Beats doing oil changes on Corollas any day of the week .

My voice echoes in the metal around me. As I set my tools aside, I’m glad he didn’t slap the hood like he sometimes does. I’d have cut myself up pretty bad if he did. “What’s wrong ?”

TJ’s voice has a note of wonder and a note of amusement as he replies. “You’ll see. You just need to get straight, right the fuck now. Incoming, coming in fucking hot .”

Wiping my hands on my work jeans, I turn from the lift to look at TJ, wondering what the hell’s gotten into his head. I see him staring out the bay door and follow his sightline. I’ll be damned. Coming in fucking hot is right. McKayla is strutting across the street, obviously beelining right for the garage with steel in her eyes, carrying a white box .

I drink her in, my eyes taking in every detail from her curled hair and long lashes to her halter-style top that pushes her tits out on display, to her high-waisted shorts that stop high on the long tanned length of her legs, down to the little lacy socks and platform heels she’s wearing .

I feel my pants get tighter around my thickening cock and reach down to adjust myself without even thinking about it. It’s only after I do that I realize that I’ve probably left a huge grease stain on the crotch of my jeans. Busted .

McKayla doesn’t miss a thing, her eyes tracking my hand with a little smirk of victory. Walking into the garage, she stops and gives us both a megawatt smile, not quite showing off her figure but still making herself the sexiest thing to walk through the bay doors since . . . well, since the last time she was in here .

“Hey, TJ . . . Evan.” She says my name like it’s got a couple of extra syllables, and even I hear the huskiness, and my cock responds, standing even taller as I remember her moaning my name on the hood of her car as I rammed into her .

Goddammit. I’m right back in that moment, and by the look in her eyes, she knows it. It makes me angry that she’s trying to tease me when she knows that can’t happen again. It shouldn’t have happened last time, but that night was so fucked up, and the way she pressed her tits against my bare chest . . . fuck, I’m still a man !

I stand with my legs wide, hoping for some relief, and cross my arms over my chest. Part of me wants to run over to the sink and grab a handful of Gojo, the obnoxious hand cleaner every mechanic knows . . . just to clean up a little .

I fight that thought down, knowing it’s the weak side of me that I can’t let her see. “What ?”

My voice is ice, obviously rude and dismissive. I see her flinch, just a tightening in the corners of her eyes, but it still stings .

TJ’s head snaps to me, and he gives me an incredulous look. “What the fuck, man?” He turns back to McKayla, ever the well-mannered brother and business owner. “Sorry. I’m sure what he meant to say was, ‘Hi, McKayla, how are you today?’ but he’s damn-near incapable of anything more than grunts sometimes. You’ve probably figured that out for yourself already though .”

McKayla answers, but her eyes don’t leave mine. “Don’t worry, TJ. I’ve gotten used to your brother’s grunting. I’m actually quite adept at decoding grunts and reading between the lines of a single-word response .”

I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be a threat, a tease at the grunts I made as I fucked her, or a promise, but it makes me a little uncomfortable that maybe she can see right through me .

If I’m honest with myself, it also makes me a little happy that maybe she’s made of tougher stuff than I give her credit for because most women would’ve already jumped and run away from my grumpy ass. She’s stuck around, and that’s something that means more to me than it does to most people .

McKayla gives TJ a flirtatious smile and I have a flash of jealousy, wanting her eyes on me and me only. “For example, in Evan’s case, ‘what’ means ‘I wasn’t expecting you, what are you doing here?, and what do you want?’ all rolled up into one word. And since it was more grunt than growl, it means he’s happy to see me, even if he doesn’t want to be happy about it .”

As she talks, I see a look of shocked humor form on TJ’s face. “Damn, Bro, I think she’s got you damn-near pinned. I guess I’ll uh . . . leave you two to it .”

He walks back into the office, closing the door behind him and leaving us alone. I grab a rag from my toolbox, wiping off the worst of the grime on my hands as McKayla watches me, an amused little smirk on her luscious lips. “How’d I do? Am I fluent in Evanese ?”

I don’t want to admit that she’s pretty much spot-on, so I turn and go back to the car, leaning over it and peering inside like it’ll tell me what to do here. It’s a little scary, actually, how much she can read me like a book. No matter what I try and do, she’s just able to break through my defenses like they’re tissue paper .

McKayla sighs and sets down the container she’s been holding on top of my toolbox, shaking her head. “I just wanted to say thank you again for the other night .”

I grin, but it’s intentionally feral, a last-ditch attempt to try and push her away. It’s a habit that’s hard to break. “You’re thanking me for giving you a good fuck with baked goods? That’s a new one .”

I expect her to be turned off by my crudeness. Hell, I’m hoping for it, but she grins back. Her eyes are sparkling as she runs a finger over the box, a slight show of nervousness that I haven’t seen from her before. “Nope, these are for the carwash. If I was thanking you for the fuck, I’d have to buy a whole damn truckload of cookies. But I think I rocked your world just as much as you did mine. Or am I wrong ?”

I chuckle, surprised at her response once again. No matter what I try to say to get her to leave me the fuck alone, she just takes it in stride and shoots it right back at me like I verbally lobbed it at her. In some ways, it’s sexier than her taste in clothing, and I’m about ready to see if she’d look good doggy-style over Fast Eddie’s Mustang as it is. “Point taken .”

McKayla opens the box before I can get myself in trouble, knowing she’s made her point. “What’s your poison? I didn’t know so I got a variety .”

I walk over to look inside the box and see that she’s right, there’s like ten different kinds of cookies in here. There’s a great little cafe called Mindy’s Place down by the university, not a place I often go, but they supposedly get a lot of good reviews. I reach for one with a bit of chocolate icing on top and she smacks my hand. My eyes snap to hers as I feel the fire of anger spark inside my belly .

McKayla, though, isn’t deterred one bit. “Your hands are filthy. Go wash up. Or if you want, just open up and I’ll feed it to you .”

I hear the challenge in her words, but she did give me a choice, letting me be in charge even as she orders me around. Smart woman .

I resume my ‘fuck off’ stance, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at her to show my displeasure, but I do as she asks, opening my mouth. I fucking open my jaw and let her slip the cookie into my mouth. I bite down, making sure I just nip the edge of her thumb. She doesn’t react, letting her thumb rest against my lips until I start chewing, tasting her along with the cookie. I know for damn sure that it’s the best cookie ever .

As I chew, she pops the other half of the cookie into her mouth, making sure to lick the tender spot on her thumb, her eyes never leaving mine. My cock, which hasn’t softened one bit, makes a warning twitch, and I know pretty soon that I’m going to have a drop of precum drying in my denim as much as she’s turning me on. “Mmm, pretty good. Rose told me about this place that she said was the best in the county. Guess she was right .”

She grabs another cookie, a smaller one with powdered sugar, and eats it in one bite, but it leaves a bit of white dust all over her pink lips. Fuck, I want to lick it off her lips. That’s it. I’m going to have to start wearing underwear just to make sure I’m ready for her .

I watch as her tongue peeks out, licking her lips to clean them. I don’t stand a fucking chance. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “I wanted that one .”

She looks up at me from under her lashes, daring me to take what we both know I really want. “Well, I already ate it, but if you want a taste . . .” She lifts her chin toward me, offering her lips in a challenge. “There might be a little bit left .”

With a growl, I pounce on her, pressing her back against the nearby bench with my body and caging her in with arms on either side, to cover her lips with mine, tasting the sweet sugar as I lick the seam of her lips .

She opens, and I dive inside her, our tongues tangling as we fight for control of the kiss. I won’t let her have it, but she’s not gonna give it to me either. I’m going to have to earn it with this woman, which just turns me on all the more. She’s got fire and steel in her center, probably the reason she’s able to put up with my shit and fire right back at me .

I feel her hands trace down my chest, following and scratching the lines of my abs down to my jeans. I know she can feel my throbbing hardness against her body, and while I know what she wants to do, I’m unable to stop her .

Without breaking our kiss, she unbuckles my belt and unbuttons my jeans, sliding a hand inside. I try and pull back in a desperate attempt to stop this before we spin totally out of control, but when her soft hand wraps around my rock-hard cock, all thought flies out of my brain, and I groan, lost in the sensation as she moves up and down my length .

I’m already slick with precum, and McKayla moans as she pumps my shaft. “Mmm, Evan . . . you don’t know just how much I’ve missed this fucking monster. And now is how I really repay you for giving me the fucking of a lifetime the other night .”

She keeps pumping my cock until I’m moving too, pushing myself into her tight fist as she works me, rubbing across the head every few strokes to spread the precum down my shaft. I can’t last long, but we don’t have a lot of time anyway. TJ could be back any second . . . and it is still business hours, after all .

McKayla moves down to kneel, her hand never pausing its rhythm. I look down at the sexiest sight I think I’ve ever seen, this strong woman on her knees for me, and warn her desperately. “Princess  . . .”

McKayla shakes her head, missing my point as she looks up into my eyes. “Do yourself a favor and just shut up. I want this.” She lowers her voice, licking her lips. “And admit it—you want it too .”

I have half a thought to argue, but before I can speak, she swirls around my head with the flat of her tongue and all argument turns into a long moan .

She takes more and more of my cock in, one excruciating inch at a time, drawing out my pleasure, making me wait even though I want to just shove my cock deep in her throat and see how she likes that. I grip the edge of the bench, my fingers digging into the rolled steel and praying I get a chance to finish this before someone breaks us up .

After too many bobs to count, she’s finally got my entire cock sucked deep into her mouth, her nose nestled in the short curls at the base, and she hums .

I jerk, almost instantly going over the edge, but she grabs my hips and holds me there, not letting me go. She gets into a new rhythm, sucking up to the head with a swirl as she looks up at me, then back down deep for a hum .

It’s all I can do to not grab her hair, but I don’t want to get grease all over those sexy pink curls with my dirty hands, so I squeeze the workbench so tightly my knuckles are white .

After minutes of her glorious torture, she pulls back and looks up at me. “Evan, fuck my face. Come down my throat .”

I adjust my feet, giving me a better angle, and she takes me back into the hot wetness of her mouth. “Fuck, Princess. Are you sure?” I ask .

She gives a noise of agreement—well, I hope it’s agreement, but it does me in. I lose control, using my leverage on the table to pound into her mouth with all the power I have .

She meets me stroke for stroke, swallowing me down her throat. I watch my cock disappear into her mouth, her eyes looking up to watch me from the shadows, totally giving in to me .

I’m so focused, I almost miss it when her hands move, one to cup and massage my balls. But the other one, she slips into her shorts, and I feel her hum of satisfaction as she finds her pussy, and judging by her motions, starts rubbing her clit .

I grin, knowing I can hold out a little longer and wanting to please this sexy minx at my feet. “Are you wet, Princess? Does letting me fuck your face turn you on?” She nods, never losing pace. “You don’t come till I do, okay? When I come down your pretty little throat, you come with me, but not before .”

She looks at me with challenge in her eyes and her hand movements get a little faster. Holy fuck, McKayla, you are perfect. “Fuck.” I hammer into her for a few strokes and I’m a goner. “Now, Princess. Swallow me down. Come for me. Now .”

I explode down her throat, and while she gags a little at the forceful stream, she keeps swallowing, only losing a dribble down her chin. At the same time, her hips buck against her hand as she rides out her own orgasm .

With a sigh, she sits back onto her heels, taking her hand out of her shorts. “Well, I came here hoping to get one up on you, and there you go making me come again .”

I grin, seeing the glistening on her fingers, a sudden thirst parching my throat. “I want to taste you .”

I expect her to reach her juicy hand up to me, but I should’ve known better with McKayla .

She takes her fingers to her own mouth, licking them clean as I stare at her in amazement. She reaches out for me, and I offer her my hand, helping her stand up .

Once she’s standing back in the cage of my arms, she kisses me, and I can taste her musky sweetness on her tongue. Goddamn, this woman. She ducks out of my arms and walks a few steps away before turning. “So, thanks again for the car wash. I’m ready to go for another ride whenever you are. I’ll give you a call later and we can plan on when .”

She steps out of the garage into the sunshine. I stand slack-jawed and confused about what the fuck just happened for a split second before I get my jeans adjusted properly .

Damned if I’ll be standing here with my cock out in broad daylight, regardless of what just happened .

TJ steps back out of the office as I do up the last button with a smirk. “Hey, bro, maybe it’s your thing, but you might want to close the garage door next time. I’m sure half of Main Street just saw your little cookie snack .”

I cut my eyes at him, a momentary flash of pissed off sparking through me, but then I realize that would probably be some fucked up shit if someone did see, and he’s right. Besides, he did just let me get my rocks off during business hours, and he waited inside the office long enough to give me enough ‘privacy’ to finish up. “Yeah, yeah . . . whatever you say, ‘boss ’.”

We both laugh as we look across the street, seeing McKayla almost to the salon. I spot the greasy dark mark along her arm where I helped her stand up .

I’m afraid there might be some symbolism there, something deep about me leaving my dirty stain on something so clean and pristine, ruining her, but before I can give it too much thought, I turn and get back to work .