Fuck me. That ass.

It’s fucking lovely.

And she keeps bending over when I order her to pass me something else, and fucked if I’m not staring every single time.

Shouldn’t be in here alone with her, fuck knows it’ll cause problems, but I couldn’t resist the opportunity when her car broke down. I need more information from her, something she’s withholding, because we’re coming up with fucking nothing. This Nicolai is well hidden, and without her giving us more, something, then we’re going to keep running into walls. Maybe, in here, alone, she might consider sharing something with me.

“Stop staring at my ass, Lincoln,” she mutters, turning and looking at me. Her strawberry-blond hair flows down over her shoulders in thick curls.

Those eyes though. Fucking lovely. A cross between grey and blue. And those cute little freckles on her nose, just a tiny scatter of them, make my dick instantly hard.

Shania is cute. And she has the mouth of a fucking man. And the attitude of a queen.

I’m not complaining, she keeps me on my toes.

“Well, you wanna bend over, sweetheart, I’m going to look.”

She exhales and studies what I’m doing. She’s been fascinated with it from the second I started, her eyes trained in on everything I’m doing, watching me, taking it all in. She told me she’s always been interested in cars and how they work and would love to learn more. I told her she can come here anytime and I’ll teach her. To which she threw sass my way, of fucking course. Little shit.

“How much longer will this be?” she asks, finally sitting down and crossing her legs. Those little denim shorts she’s wearing climb way too high up her pussy, making me want to rip them out with my fucking teeth.

“Why?”

“Because I’m hungry.” She shrugs. “I like food.”

I snort. “Well, order some.”

She purses her lips. “That much longer, huh?”

“Another hour, thereabouts. Order food. I’m hungry, too.”

She nods and gets up, disappearing. I keep working on her car. She’s taken good care of it, that much is clear. It has obviously been serviced regularly. It is clean and tidy. I’ll give her that to be proud of. Most women that come in here have cars that make me cringe, they’re so filthy. One woman had a few months’ worth of old McDonald’s wrappers and empty cartons in the back.

It smelt really fucking bad.

“I ordered pizza,” Shania says, coming back in and sitting down. “Hope you like pizza.”

“Who doesn’t like pizza?” I mutter, sticking my head right under the engine as I try to tighten a bolt.

“You make a valid point.”

“Gotta ask you something without you throwing attitude around,” I say, grunting as I tighten it a final time and then lift my head out and look at Shania.

“Okay ....”

“We need more information on Nicolai. Know you’re not keen on sharin’, but we’re at a dead end. Without somethin’, fuckin’ anythin’, we’re goin’ to have a hard fuckin’ time findin’ him. You understand?”

She bites her bottom lip and looks at me through those lashes, but surprisingly, she actually nods. “Yeah, I understand.”

“So, can you tell me somethin’ else? Anythin’ else. Anythin’ at all. Family. Friends. Somethin’. Someone. A name.”

She nods. “Well, I never heard anything about his family, he kept that tightly closed, starting to see why now. He didn’t want anyone to know who he really is. So I can’t tell you much about them. I do know he had another man working with him, his name was Eddie Yates.”

“Looked into Eddie, fake name also. Whatever your boyfriend wanted to keep covered, he did a good job. Probably somethin’ to do with money, always is, but either way, he made sure anyone high up with him was covered also.”

“Oh,” she says, biting her lip. “And he’s not my damned boyfriend.”

Her cheeks grow red with frustration, and she crosses her arms.

“Anyway,” I slowly drag out. “Anythin’ else?”

“Well, I can give you some of the girls’ names, mainly the one he used to date. Maybe there is a link somewhere with her?”

“It’ll be worth a shot. What was her name?”

“Yana Mathews. Bitch.”

I grunt, and smile a little, “Don’t like her, I’m guessin’?”

“No, she was awful. She tried more than once to get me fired. She hated me because Nicolai liked me.”

“Women,” I mutter.

Shania rolls her eyes and then disappears when someone knocks on the door. She returns a moment later with two pizzas in her hand and some soda. She sits back down and I climb out from the car space I’m working in, wash my hands, and sit on the floor. Not the most comfortable position, but it could be worse.

We both eat in silence for a few minutes, and I can’t take my eyes off her. She bites into her pizza with no shame. She isn’t afraid of showing that she enjoys it, and fuck I love watching how bold she is. A drop of sauce falls down onto her chin and I move without thought, reaching over and wiping it off with my thumb. She pauses, her eyes meeting mine, and I slowly bring my finger to my mouth, sucking the sauce off.

“God dammit,” she mutters.

“What?”

“Why do you have to do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make me so fucking crazy for you. I can’t stand you, and yet you do something like that and all I can think about is sitting on your lap and fucking you right here.”

Fuck.

My dick goes instantly hard, and I grind out, “Nothin’ stoppin’ you. I don’t like you either. We don’t have to like each other.”

“Dammit,” she mutters. “No, I’m not going to do that. You can sleep with any woman you want, go find one of them.”

I can tell she doesn’t mean it. I can see the hesitation in her eyes. She wants me. And fuck, I want her. So bad my dick is aching. I’m going to push my luck and see if she’ll give in like it’s obvious she wants to.

“Come over here and sit on my lap, Shania ...”

Her cheeks get pink, and she huffs out, “No.”

“Come over here,” I order, my voice firm and hard. She’s unlikely to listen, considering she doesn’t listen to any damn thing I say, but it’s worth a shot. “And sit on my fuckin’ lap. My dick is hard, and we both know you want to fuck me. So fuck me.”

I’m straight forward.

I’m not sure if it’s a strong point or if I’m just a dick. Either way, I know what I want and I get it.

“I said,” she grinds out, but she licks her lips, “no.”

I’ll push her a little further, see if I can get away with it.

“I will not ask you again. Come here. Now.”

She moves.

I didn’t think she would, I honestly thought she’d tell me to go fuck myself and be done with it. But she’s moving, on her hands and knees, crawling toward me. I can see on her face that she’s currently fighting with herself. No doubt telling herself she shouldn’t be doing this, but she keeps moving toward me anyway, her body slowly inching closer until she reaches me. Then, slowly, she straddles my hips, her hot core pressing right against the tip of my cock.

“This is just sex,” she says, holding my eyes. “I don’t like you. I don’t want anything from you.”

“Except an orgasm,” I point out.

“Precisely.”

“Then that’s all you’ll get.”

I grip her ass, pulling her closer to me. I’m not going to take my time with her, fuck no, I’m going to make her scream my name as I fuck her hard and fast. Which is exactly how she wants it. I can see it in her eyes.

“Stand up,” I growl. “Walk over to that car—” I jerk a finger at an old car I’m restoring “—and bend over the hood. No panties.”

Swallowing, she does as I ask. She stands, walking over to the car, swaying her hips as she moves. She slowly shimmies out of her panties, and her pert little ass comes into full view. I’m an ass man. I prefer a good ass over a set of tits any day. And Shania’s ass makes me nearly cum in my fucking jeans. It’s so damned perfect. Full, and round, and ready for me to fucking slap.

She puts her hands on the hood and bends over.

She isn’t shy. She wasn’t the last time I took her, either. She’s confident. She knows what she wants. And she’s not sorry for it, not at all.

Her pussy comes into view now. Pink, and tight, and already wet. I can see it glistening from here. Fuck me, I can’t hang on. I reach into my pocket and pull out a condom. I always keep one in there; I never know who is going to pay me a visit. Happens a lot. I undo my jeans, tear open the condom packet, and then roll it on my aching cock as I walk toward her. When I reach her, my hand glides over her ass, squeezing so hard she squeaks.

“Fuckin’ nicest ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of layin’ my eyes on.”

She makes a startled sound when I raise my hand and slap it down hard. The slap rings throughout the workshop, but only her whimpers follow. She likes that. She’ll never admit it, but the way her pussy is getting wetter tells me she most certainly wants more. I press a finger to her folds and slide it through, coating it in her wetness. She whimpers as I slip the tip of it in and out her tight little cunt.

Fucking lovely.

“Please,” she begs.

She wants it as bad as I do.

Wish granted.

I take hold of my cock and replace it with my finger. I don’t edge in. I glide in with one, hard thrust. Her cry echoes, too, and the sound is fucking music to my ears. I take hold of her hips, and then I start fucking her. I fuck her hard and deep, my balls slapping against her sweet little pussy.

“Oh, god,” she cries out, fingers clutching at the hood she’s bent over.

“Fuck,” I growl, slamming her so hard the car rocks.

“Lincoln,” she bellows. “I’m ... oh ... oh ... god!”

Her pussy pulses around my cock, gripping it like a vice as she orgasms. I keep fucking, throat clenched, jaw tight, trying to stop myself from cumming because I know I can get her again. I bend over her, big body curling over hers, and my finger goes around and finds her clit. I rub it until she’s screaming my name once again.

Then, I let go. My balls tighten, right up to my fucking gut, and I let out a feral gasp as I cum fucking hard, harder than I’ve been able to for quite some time. Shania just has that effect on me. I stay deep inside her until all my cum has been drained from my cock, then I slowly pull out and help her up before discarding the condom. I pull up my jeans, and she gets dressed again, staring at me like she wants to punch me in the face.

Hate sex then?

Nice.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that, woman? Pretty sure I just made your night.”

She bites together, like she’s biting her tongue. Trying to stop herself from saying anything.

“How come I am so weak when it comes to you?”

It’s not really directed at me, because she isn’t looking at me now. She’s shaking her head and staring at the floor, like she’s frustrated with herself.

“You enjoy sex. I enjoy sex. We had sex. That’s it. No need to make it into something it isn’t. We had each other here, so we took that chance. If it was anyone else here, I’d have done the same thing.”

She looks like I’ve slapped her.

Fuck.

That came out far harsher than I meant it to.

“Fuck, that didn’t—”

The look on her face right now hits me right in the gut. She looks so angry, but also so hurt. I didn’t mean it the way it just came out, fuck, I go to speak again but she turns, leaning down and grabbing her things. “I’ll find another way to work tomorrow. Let me know when the car is done.”

She walks toward the front door, and like the fucking idiot I am, I don’t move.

I don’t go after her.

It’s like my stubborn pride is overtaking the fact that I actually want to go after her.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

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