Having Olive’s arms wrapped around me as we rode in the still night air was perfect. I damned the fact that we were so close to her place—I really didn’t want the night to end. Pulling into the parking lot, sadness settled in deep.

“Well, I guess this is goodnight.” I knocked out the kickstand with the toe of my boot and waited for her to get off the bike.

“You know, I have a couch…that way you don’t have to try to find a place to crash this late at night.” She handed me my helmet and I got up from my seat.

“You don’t mind?” I knew if I stayed on her couch, I would get to see her again in the morning, and that sounded pretty appealing.

“Come on. It just makes more sense this way.” She grabbed my hand and led me into the dark garage.

“Holy hell! Is that a Mach 1?” I stood in awe at the gorgeous Mustang that sat in the back of the garage. The layer of dust on it proved that it had been all but forgotten until that moment.

“Yeah, it is.” Liv walked over to it, running her finger over the fender. “It was the last car my dad and I worked on together.”

I could hear her voice shake as she stood there staring at the beautiful display of American muscle. When I put my hand on her shoulder, she shook her head, staring down at the floor before she continued, “It just didn’t feel right. I needed for it to be left exactly how he left it. It just made more sense that way. Ya know?”

I tucked her small frame into my side, trying to be as comforting as possible. “But, don’t you think he’d want you to finish it?”

She nodded, leaning her head onto my chest. “Probably. My dad was like that. He wouldn’t want me to hold back on something on his account ever. He wanted me to really take life by the horns. That’s why I started the shop right when I graduated mechanic school. Everyone thought that I was crazy for it, but I poured all of my trust fund into starting this business.”

“Even your stepmom? What happened to her?” I knew I might have been prying a little too much, but the whiskey was steering the conversation at that point.

“I see her from time to time. We started drifting apart after I graduated school and her obligation was over. She only had to take care of me for a few years until I was out of the house, and then I was not her problem anymore.”

I pulled her in tighter, kissing the top of her head. “I can’t imagine that you were ever anyone’s problem.”

She took in a deep breath. “Well, I felt like I was a reminder that her husband died. I wasn’t her kid, and my mom sure as shit didn’t want anything to do with me or him. She was good to me, don’t get me wrong. Maybe it was more me pushing her away. I don’t really know. But, Shaw’s my family now. It’s him and me against the world, or at least this small town or whatever…I don’t know what I’m saying anymore.” She threw her hands over her face as tears started to cascade down her cheeks. The sight broke my heart. I needed to make her feel better, needed to do something, and the only thing I could think of was to spin her around in my arms and kiss her. It was a soft, sweet, simple kiss.

She pulled away quickly. “I don’t know…” She bit her lip.

“Sorry.” I dug my hands into my pockets, taking a few steps back until I was leaning against the old car.

“No. Fuck.” She grabbed my shirt, pulling me down to her. Olive’s lips crashed into mine as I grabbed her hair, and I pulled her into me as closely as I could get her. I was hungry to taste her, know her, feel her. A low moan escaped from the back of her throat as her tongue started to explore my mouth.

Her fingers started to fumble with my belt as I pulled at the bottom of her blouse. After my belt and jeans were unfastened, I lifted her shirt up over her head and saw a thin layer of unlined lace covered her plump breasts. Right as I started to run my fingers over the delicate fabric, Olive dropped to her knees. She tugged at my pants and boxers until they were around my ankles.

Slowly, she started to lick and suck on the head of my dick as her hand slid up and down the shaft. It had been so long since a chick had gone down on me, I could barely control myself. Watching her head bob and listening to her slurp and moan, I had to think about dead babies and saggy granny boobs to keep from busting too early. It didn’t help that we hadn’t talked about any of this shit beforehand, and I didn’t know if she found it disgusting when a dude came from oral. My mind was swimming as my body started to shake against the car.

Grabbing her shoulder, I brought her back to her feet. A look of confusion met me as I ripped off my shirt before fumbling with the button on her jeans. “Was I not good?” Her lips were pouty as her eyes searched mine.

I grabbed both sides of her face, kissing her lips. “You’re too good at that, Liv.”

Kicking off my boots, I finished taking off my jeans as Olive followed suit. I grabbed a condom out of my wallet and she took it from me. Ripping the package with her teeth, Olive slid the rubber down over my cock tenderly.

I took her in my arms, throwing her against the hood of the Mach 1 as I rubbed the head of my dick over her slick lips. Her body started to shudder just from the simple play.

“Like that babe?” I breathed, kissing along her jawline as her head started to roll back a bit.

“Mmmmmm, so much.” She breathed heavily, her nails digging into my back a little rougher than I was used to.

No pain, no gain, I repeated to myself a few times.

As I pushed gradually into her, I couldn’t believe how fucking tight she was. I’d thought the blow job had made it hard to control myself, but her pussy was almost my immediate undoing.

“Holy fuck.” I growled into her shoulder as ecstasy started to take over. “You’re so damn tight.”

She bit down on my neck before purring, “Your dick feels amazing.”

I let myself keep with a slow pace, thrusting a little farther in each time. My fingers dug into her hips while her nails raked over my back.

“Fuck me harder,” she demanded.

“As you wish.” I groaned, thrusting into her as hard and as deep as I could. As I quickened my pace, she started to cry out, calling my name as her voice got louder.

Grabbing my hand, Olive placed it on her neck. “Choke me.”

I did as she asked, but I was nervous as fuck to hurt her. I put the slightest bit of pressure on her throat as her head rolled back.

“You’re not going to break me, Griff.” She pushed my hand down firmer on her slender throat.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I confessed, lightening my grip.

“I will let you know if you’re hurting me, but trust me, you won’t.” She wrapped her legs around me, her heels digging into my ass.

I grabbed her throat, panting as I picked up my pace. “Is that what you like, baby?”

A low rumble came from the back of her throat as she responded. “Fuck yes! Don’t stop. I’m about to come.”

Right as her words left her lips, I crashed mine to them. Her pussy tightened and pulsed around my dick as we rode out our climaxes together.

Out of breath, I held her body to mine. “That was incredible,” I said with a sigh.

“Holy fuck.” She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, pushing her bangs off to one side. Her chest was heaving as she stood there in my arms, naked against the car. The moonlight silhouetted her petite frame, and it was the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen in my life.

I reluctantly let her go to gather our clothing from the floor. “Here you are, love.” I piled up her clothes on the hood of the car before putting my jeans back on.

After we were somewhat dressed, Olive took my hand. “Now let’s see how you do in a shower.”