Chapter 12
Garrett
I work all weekend on Mia’s car. I knew it was a mess, but I had no idea how much until I started digging. I called in several favors to get the parts I needed delivered on the weekend, but by Monday morning, the car is done. Mike would have taken a solid week and a half working on it at the garage. Of course, I worked on it for almost the same amount of time because I couldn’t sleep for images of Mia tied to my bed tormenting me.
I’m tired, crabby, and horny as hell when I pull Mia’s car into the garage. It is early, and Mike isn’t in yet. I tuck the car in behind the tire racks in the spare bay, hoping that he won’t notice, and I won’t have to tell him to mind his own fucking business.
I called Mia this morning to let her know the car was done. I invited her over for dinner tonight to swap vehicles. She flat out refused to meet me anywhere but here at the garage. I sensed she was still trying to come to terms with what had happened three nights ago. She had been all business, calling me Mr. Castle and telling me she would make sure she topped off the Audi before bringing it in. She had left an envelope with $700.00 on my coffee table Saturday morning. This morning she said that she trusted the account was settled and told me that I could just leave the keys in the ignition. She would leave the Audi where she had found it. That way I wouldn’t have to interrupt my work.
I had told her that I would have her keys on my desk and that her account was most certainly not settled. I told her I expected to see her in my office by the close of business today. Then I had hung up. I felt a little guilty knowing that she was going to go through the whole day off balance and upset, wondering what I meant about her account.
I pace around the office unable to settle to any task before forcing myself into my chair to start work. I want her here, now. Mike wanders in about 20 minutes late and looks in to see me staring at a blank computer screen.
“Must have been one hell of a weekend,” he comments and continues on to the bay where his first project of the day is waiting. I can’t even bring myself to chew him out for his tardiness, a Monday morning ritual for the last 5 years.
By noon, I am ready to spontaneously combust. I‘m talking on the phone to a supplier about a part that was supposed to have been in this morning and not listening to his excuses as to why it wasn’t. I hang up, cutting the jackass off in mid-sentence. He will have the part over even faster now since he wants to keep my business and thinks I am beyond angry with him. I couldn’t care less where the part is. I just saw Mia get out of my Audi.
I wait for her in my office. Mike brings her back and gives me a rogue wink before he walks away, pointedly closing the door behind him. She is in a sharp, black power suit with a jacket and skirt that fits her curves perfectly. She stands in front of my desk and drops the keys to the Audi in the middle of it.
“What do I owe you,” she asks, not looking directly at me. Her gaze is focused somewhere in the vicinity of my left ear. I see she has a death grip on her purse.
“Nothing. I believe I owe you.”
Her eyes snap to meet mine, trying to read what I mean in my face. I open a desk drawer with casual slowness and pull out the envelope she had left on my coffee table. I slide it across the desk to her. She makes no move to take it.
“We had a deal, Mr. Castle. Dinner and $700.00 for a running car. I would assume that since I have been summoned here this afternoon, you have completed your side of the bargain?”
Hello, Ice Queen, I think and resolve that she will melt before she leaves.
“You stayed Ms. Andrews,” I remind her in a very soft, dangerous voice.
“I would prefer to keep the original agreement for the repair. What happened,” her words falter, and I watch her flounder for a moment before she plunges ahead, “The rest of it should be regarded as entirely separate.” She meets my eye and I want to clap for an award-winning performance. Her face is flaming red, and her neck is blotchy. She is upset, embarrassed, angry and if I’m not mistaken, aroused.
“Come with me, Ms. Andrews. Let me show you a few things on your car so you don’t undo all of my hard work.” I walk out of the office, leaving the envelope on the desk, and her scrambling to catch up.
I weave through the stacks of tires and lounge against the hood of the little car. Three large double tier racks of tires separate this bay from the other two, and we mainly use it for storage. I can hear Mike working on something and singing along with the radio.
Mia follows me and stops several feet away from me and crosses her arms in front of her. “Mr. Castle, I have a presentation in exactly 1 hour that I cannot be late for. Can we move this along?”
“Come here, Ms. Andrews.” I put an edge in my voice, and I see her eyes widen slightly. She approaches warily and glances over to the neighboring bay to see if Mike is going to rescue her.
She stops a step away from me and meets my eye, issuing one of her unspoken challenges. You just chose the wrong time to throw down the gauntlet, I think. “What is it that you want to show me,” she asks and looks over at the car, trying to seem impatient. I can see her pulse jumping in her neck, and the red blotches have only intensified.
“You need to see this,” I say as I undo my jeans. My cock is rock hard and is eager to be free from its confines. She sucks in a breath, her mouth opening slightly as she stares at it. I stroke it slowly, and she swallows and licks her lips.
The bell rings in response to a car pulling up outside. Mia jumps and starts to back up.
“Get on your knees, Ms. Andrews,” I say in a low, hard command. She looks at my cock, then up to my eyes, and back down to where I am still slowly stroking. The garage door goes up in the farthest bay and unintelligible voices mix in with Mike’s music. “Now,” I bark, and I see her desire win out over her caution.
She pulls her skirt up a bit and drops to her knees. I don’t even get a chance to say another word before her mouth is around me. She is hungry for it and sucks hard and deep. Her mouth is bliss around me as she slides my full length into her mouth and throat. She holds me there and bounces just a little, working the tip. Pulling back, she sets into a rhythm, sucking hard. I feel my hips flex with her, and her hand joins her mouth. Her firm grip strokes and twists, working in tandem with her hot wet mouth. She is making soft moaning noises, and I can imagine how wet she is right now. I think about bending her over the back of the car and thrusting my hips hard.
I want to bury my hands in her hair, but it is pulled up in a tight twist. I remember that she has a presentation for school, and I don’t want to mess up her hair. I steady myself with one hand on the car and the other rests lightly on her head. I clamp my mouth shut, trapping the moan of pleasure trying to escape. I can hear Mike in the far bay talking and wish he and whoever he was talking to would go the fuck away.
She pulls her mouth away from my dick and works it hard and fast with her hand. She has just the right pressure, and it is slippery from her mouth. She drops her head and licks my balls. I do groan, but keep it low and quiet. Her mouth is magic as she licks and sucks the boys. Her hand is working its own magic, and she has me close to the edge. When she moves her mouth to clamp back on my cock with the intensity of a vacuum on steroids, I let myself go.
Thrusting hard into her mouth, I explode. My roar of ecstasy is trapped in my chest. Her hands are on my hips, drawing them toward her harder on every stroke. She sucks until I stop pulsing. Looking up at me, she deliberately swallows and smiles a slow sexy smile. She grabs me and licks the tip where a little more cum is leaking out before sucking me lightly some more.
Mia pushes herself gracefully to her feet and kisses me softly on the mouth. I can taste myself on her tongue and it is incredibly hot. I am not done with her, but I have to force myself to let her step away and slide into her car. I get myself arranged and back in my jeans before I press the button to raise the bay door.
My heart rate is just beginning to fall when I hear Mike yelling for me. I double check that I am decent before I step around the stacks of tires to meet my next customer.