Eva

 

It’s been a week since Brett and I had sex. It’s also been a week since I’ve heard from him. He hasn’t called or texted, it’s been radio silence. Granted, this is what he’s known for, but I just thought he’d have the balls enough to get in touch with me. I guess even I was just a one night stand to him.

“Eva, I finished cleaning everything up,” my helper Monica says.

“Thanks, you can go now. I’ll see you next week,” I say, putting in the last of my orders in the computer.

When I finish with that, I double check that everything is cleaned up. When I’m satisfied it is, I turn off the lights and walk outside, locking the door behind me. I turn around and my stomach jumps into my throat.

There’s Brett leaning against my car. Tattooed arms crossed and his legs crossed at his ankles. He looks every bit as hot as he did completely naked last week. Who am I kidding, I’d much rather he was standing there naked.

Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I slowly walk toward him. “Hey,” I say, with my heart pounding in my chest.

He lifts his chin, with a small grin on his handsome face. “Hey.”

When I reach him, I fiddle with the keys in my hands. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you,” he says, lifting his big shoulders.

“Obviously, but why?”

He pushes off the car, and runs his hand through his hair. “I’m working on the Nova tomorrow, thought maybe you’d want to help.”

Lifting an eyebrow, I cross my arms. “That’s why you’re here?”

“Well, yeah,” he says.

I need to say something. He doesn’t get it or pretends not to get it, I don’t know which. “So, are we just going to pretend it never happened? Not even talk about it?” My stomach is swimming with nerves when I say it.

“Eva, I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not good at this,” he says, squeezing his neck.

“Good at what?”

“Good at fucking someone and then still wanting to see them, talk to them. I don’t know how to do it,” he says, pacing.

“Well how about you tell me what it meant?” I ask, biting the inside of my lip. I don’t know what I want to hear from him, it all makes me nervous.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, just searches my face. He finally blows out a breath, tilting his head back. “Look, I have no idea. The only thing I know is I already lost one best friend, I don’t want to lose another.” His bright blue eyes crash into mine and he grins. “I’ve missed you.”

“You’ve had a week to call,” I say. That’s what I choose to say instead of acknowledging the fact he just opened up to me.

Moving closer to me, his face much too close to mine, he lifts an eyebrow. “So did you.”

Touche. “Yeah, you’re right. But in my defense, I had no idea if you ever wanted to talk to me again.”

“You could have asked,” he whispers.

He’s still so close. His damn cologne, body heat and those fucking eyes have me under a spell. “I don’t think I wanted to know,” I whisper back.

Clearing his throat, he backs up. “Well, you should have. Of course I still want to talk to you. Last week was fucking amazing, but it changes nothing. We’re still best friends.”

It changes nothing. That is something I can live with, even if I want to be pulling my clothes off right now for him. Friends who had sex once, I can do that. “Okay, what time tomorrow?”

 

**

 

Waking up, I stretch and look at my phone. Groaning, I roll onto my side. Just like every night since Brett and I had sex, I slept like shit. The dreams are so real, so vivid. Sex. Sex with Brett. Scrubbing my face, I sit up. I need to stop thinking like this. He’s my friend, nothing more and I need to remember that. He’s no good for me and I’m definitely no good for him.

After a quick shower, I leave to pick up breakfast for us to bring to the garage. We won’t be there long like last time. It’s just an oil change, but hell if I get to look at that sexy car again I will. Plus, I’m hopeful this will get us back to feeling comfortable around each other.

Pulling up to the garage, Brett is already here. I hop out with our bagels and coffee, making my way inside. He’s under the hood when I walk in, his tight jean-covered ass is the only thing I can see. Just friends, you’re just friends.

“Hey, getting started without me?” I say, walking over to him.

He comes out from under the hood, grinning. He lifts his shirt, exposing his damn six pack, wiping his face. Come on, you’ve got to be kidding me.

“I only just started,” he says, laughing.

“I umm, I brought breakfast,” I say, stumbling over my own damn words.

Handing him the bagel and coffee, he winks. Fucking asshole winks. “Thanks.”

We get to work on the Nova, well more like he does, but I do help a little. Watching him work is like watching porn. The way he moves flexing the muscles in his body, the grunting noises he makes when he’s tightening or loosening a bolt, and the smell of grease and oil are like sex thick in the air. Yeah, this just friends thing is working well for me.

When he’s finished, I help him clean up and he closes the hood. “So, do you work on her often?” I ask. Conversation hasn’t been flowing like I’d hoped, but he seems just as awkward as me. I’m looking for anything at this point.

Wiping his hands, he turns facing me, as I lean on the hood. “Not as often as I’d like. I won’t see her again for another three thousand miles.” It’s quiet again and he blows out a breath. “So you have any plans tonight?”

“Oh, umm, no I don’t. Probably just going to chill at home. What about you? Any big plans?” Big plans? Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me?

He laughs, and drags his hand across the scruff on his face. “No, no big plans. No plans at all.”

A small laugh escapes me and I cover my mouth with my hand. I have no idea why I laughed, maybe it’s nerves, maybe I just find it funny he has no plans. Either way, it’s not really funny.

He raises an eyebrow and smiles, making those damn eyes shine. “Oh, you think it’s funny?”

“No, I don’t,” I say, but only start laughing harder.

He steps closer to me, caging me in with his big arms. “What exactly is so funny about that?” he asks, in a deep, sexy voice.

My heart starts pounding and suddenly it’s not so funny anymore. Not when he’s so close. Not when he’s looking at me like he wants to eat me alive. “Huh?”

Leaning his head closer to mine, I feel the air change. It’s full of sexual tension just like last weekend. My pussy notices too because suddenly I can’t think of anything else but him making me come.

“Eva,” he whispers, searching my eyes.

“What Brett?” I whisper back.

He doesn’t say anything, just slams his mouth to mine. It’s totally unexpected, but fuck do I want it. My body melts into his as he lifts me to sit on the hood of the Nova. His strong hands run the length of my body before wrapping in my hair. He pulls my hair, turning my head and deepens the kiss. Nothing he does is gentle. He’s in complete control and it’s so damn hot.

We break the kiss and his eyes are wild with lust, making my already wet pussy, soaked. He doesn’t say anything, just unbuttons my jeans and slides them down my legs, along with my panties. Pulling my shirt over my head, he tosses it behind him. He looks from my breasts to my eyes and back again. He chooses to leaves my bra on, which he has no idea how grateful I am.

Leaning forward he bites down, hard, on the area between my shoulder and neck. It hurts, but the pain just turns me on more. The cold metal of the hood on my ass, his warm body against my front and the stinging pain he just created is overwhelming in the best possible way.

He pulls back slightly and reaches back, pulling his shirt over his head. Fuck. His body is like nothing I’ve ever seen. Every move he makes flexes a different muscle, making his tattoos stand out that much more. It makes me want to trace each one with my tongue, ask why he got them, what they mean. But I’m quickly distracted from that when he buttons his jeans and pushes them down just enough to have his cock, his thick, hard cock, spring out. He’s not wearing any boxers for fuck sake.

I watch in fascination as he rolls the condom, he took out of his pocket, over himself. Digging his strong fingers into my hips he pulls me to the edge of the Nova and without any warning slams into me. Tossing my head back, I shout out his name. My nails dig into shoulders and part of me hopes I break his skin so I can mark him. Leave him with a reminder like he did to me.

I already know I’ll be bruised where his fingers are digging into my hips and it only turns me on more. He pounds into me, the button of his jeans hitting the bumper, as he hits the right spot over and over.

“Fuck, Brett,” I moan, wrapping my legs around him.

“You like that? You like my cock in your tight, wet cunt?” he asks, in a low, gravelly voice.

“Yes,” I whisper, tightening my legs.

He continues his punishing pace, bringing me closer to my release. “I want to feel you come Eva. Your pussy gripping my cock, while your orgasm crashes over your sexy body. I want you to feel me everywhere,” he says, digging his fingers in harder and biting the opposite area between my shoulder and neck.

I’m surrounded by incredible pleasure and intense pain. “Oh Brett,” I whisper, as my body starts to be pulled under. Brett is fucking me so hard, my ass is sliding on the hood. My pussy is going to be sore after this, reminding me where he’s been. And I can’t fucking wait. “I’m so close.”

“Fuck, don’t hold back,” he groans.

Biting down on the spot again, he pinches my throbbing clit and that’s it, that’s all it takes to have the world stand still. “Fuck, Brett,” I scream.

It doesn’t stop him. He keeps fucking me, making this orgasm go on forever. I’ve never felt anything like this. The way my body reacts to him has never happened. Although no one has ever fucked me like this before.

“Oh fuck, Eva,” he moans out as his release rips through him.

I pull him close, holding onto him while he rides it out. It feels good having him against me like this, but he nips my ear and pulls back smiling. I can’t help the smile that spreads on my face when I notice his softened eyes.

As he pulls up his jeans, he hands me my clothes and I quickly pull my shirt over my head. Sliding off the hood, I continue dressing while he gets rid of the condom. “Eva, listen…” he starts.

No. No fucking way am I sticking around for this. I don’t want to hear this was a mistake. Just like last time, I’d rather go home smiling. “I should go,” I say, trying to walk past him.

He slams his hand down on the hood stopping me. “Stop trying to fucking rush out of here. Just listen to me,” he says a bit loudly.

Closing my eyes, I blow out a breath. “What?”

We both lean against the car and for a minute it’s silent. Just as I’m about to tell him to speak, he clears his throat. “Look, neither of us are looking for a relationship. But I’ll admit I’m fucking attracted to you, obviously. So, what do you think about friends with benefits?”

Peeking over at him, he’s looking straight ahead. Almost like he’s afraid of what I might say. Brett hides his emotions well, very well. Only recently have I seen a break in his tough exterior and I like it. Friends with benefits now that I like. “I think it’s fucking genius.”

Snapping his head to me, he grins. “You do?”

“Yeah, of course I do,” I say, laughing.

“Good, now I don’t have to hide the fact I’m walking around with a hard on because of you.”

We both laugh, but he has a point. Why the hell didn’t I think of this, it’s the perfect solution. Just friends, but fucking too. I love it.