Mechanic - Riley Alexa (читаем книги онлайн бесплатно без регистрации txt) 📗

When I make it to the Anderson estate, I park my motorcycle outside of the north wall so no one can spot it or hear me pull up. Jumping the wall, I make my way up to the house. I’ve only ever seen it from a distance. My family was never invited to any of the charity events or parties that were held here. We didn’t meet a certain standard, so we weren’t allowed inside the gates. Seeing it up close, it looks like a fucking palace, making my Duchess’ nickname all the more fitting.

What’s the Mayor going to do when he finds out I’ve got my hooks so deep in his daughter they’ll never come out? I have a gut feeling things aren’t going to be easy after tonight.

When I make it to the front of the house, I say a silent thanks for her car being parked outside in the driveway. Bonus, the thing’s unlocked. Bad girl, Duchess. Popping the hood, I take out the ignition coil and disable it, ensuring someone’s going to need a tow right into my shop tomorrow morning.

You can run all you like, Duchess, but you’ll be tracking me down come morning. Quietly shutting the hood, I look around to see if I see Scott’s BMW. For all I know, it’s parked in the garage or outside Tammy Lean’s house. How the fuck did that slip my mind? Scott’s been nailing her since Butch peeled her off his dick.

Going back to my motorcycle, I head to the other side of town and release a breath when I see Scott’s car parked outside of Tammy’s. Thank fuck. I didn’t want to go kicking in the Andersons’ front door. Now I don’t feel so bad about stealing his girl. He doesn’t deserve her if he keeps dipping his dick into a viper like Tammy. Had to be something wrong with him, anyway, if he’d throw Penelope to the side so easily.

Glancing at my watch, I see that it’s already two in the morning. I head back to the shop, just deciding to crash in the apartment upstairs for the night. I want to make sure I’m there when she shows up in the morning.

When I get up into the apartment, I go over to the bed and flop back on it. Reaching down, I pull Penelope’s satin panties out of my pocket, then free my hard cock from my jeans. I bring the panties to my nose and breathe in her scent. Then I wrap them around my cock and slowly start stroking myself.

I picture her riding my dick and begging me to fill her with my cum. Her warm cunt would contract around me, sucking every drop into her willing body. The thought of her begging me to spill inside her has me cumming all over myself. Even after I’ve tried to get out every drop, it does nothing to lessen the ache in my cock.

Fuck. I’m never falling asleep.

Five

Paine

I’m sitting at the front desk with my boots kicked up on the counter and sipping some coffee. I gave up on sleep and decided to just wait down here, hoping she comes in before the shop opens. I’ve caught up on paperwork, done the bookkeeping, and checked over all the work being done in the garage.

I have nothing else to do besides sit and wait, and it’s killing me. The need for her is like a living and breathing thing.

About an hour later, the phone rings. It’s Eddie, the local guy who does the towing in our town. He’s calling to make sure someone’s here to sign for a Porsche, and I grin from ear to ear when I give him the okay.

After his phone call, I start pacing the shop, the anticipation killing me. I’ve still got at least another hour before anyone shows up for work at the shop, and I’m hoping I have that hour alone with my Duchess.

After what feels like an eternity, I see a flash of light, and then I hear the sound of a tow truck pulling in. I can’t help my excitement as I stand at the entrance, waiting on them to pull up. I feel a little of the pressure in my chest release when I see a blonde in Eddie’s passenger seat. I wasn’t sure if she’d come or not, but I’m happy she did. I’m also happy Eddie is a happily married man with three kids, or I wouldn’t have liked her riding alone in a truck with him.

I make my way outside, and I see her open the truck door and jump out. I feel an ache deep in my cock at the sight of her. She’s wearing a flannel shirt with jeans and cowboy boots. Her blonde hair is in a messy knot on top of her head, and she doesn’t have a speck of make-up on. She looks like she just woke up, and I suddenly have the urge to throw her on the back of my bike and take her to my bed. My God, she couldn’t be more beautiful than she is right now. All sweet and soft.

Slamming the door of the truck behind her, she stomps over to where I’m standing. When she gets in front of me, she puts her hands on her hips, and it’s then I notice that she’s pissed. It makes me smile.

“Morning, Duchess. You miss me?”

“You messed with my car, didn’t you?”

I take a step forward, putting my body close to hers. We’re almost touching, but not quite. She looks away but then takes a breath and looks up at me through her lashes. “What’s wrong? Couldn’t get to Starbucks?”

“Actually, I was going for breakfast.”

I reach out and gently stroke her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Didn’t get enough to eat last night?” My insinuation is clear, and her cheeks redden at my words.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She looks over her shoulder at Eddie, who’s unloading her car.

“Let me take you to breakfast. We can go to the diner around the corner.” I should have offered to make her breakfast, but there’s no food upstairs in the apartment, and I don’t know if she’ll go home with me yet.

Penelope turns back around and looks in my eyes. After a second she finally nods, and I feel like I gained a little more control. She’s got me so tied up over her.

Walking over to Eddie, I sign the paperwork and have him leave the car so I can fix it. Once he’s gone, I walk over to my Duchess and take her hand. I lead us to the direction of the diner, and she starts to pull her hand away. Feeling her resistance, I turn and look at her, wanting to make this clear.

“You married yet?” I don’t mean the words to come out angry, but they do.

She looks away from me, shifting her gaze to the ground. I can barely make out the word as she whispers, “No.”

“Then you can hold my fucking hand and have breakfast with me.” Snatching her hand back, I walk us towards the diner again, and this time I don’t feel an ounce of fight from her. She may be promised to someone else, but she’s mine. And I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure it stays that way.

I try not to think about how warm and soft her hand is or about how I’m rubbing my thumb across her fingers as we walk. I’m trying to focus on my steps so I don’t fall flat on my face because I’m too busy thinking about how beautiful she is.

We walk into the diner and there are a few old-timers at the bar. They turn and give me a nod because I’m a regular. I’m normally in here at 5 a.m., having my coffee, so I expect a few looks when I pull Penelope in behind me. Nobody says anything. They just give her a long, lingering once-over and then go back to what they were doing. I can’t blame them. I’d have a hard time keeping my eyes off her, even if I was seventy years old.

We sit down, and old Rick comes over with the menus. I look at Penelope and wait on her to go first. She looks back at me, and I see some hesitation on her face, but I don’t know why.

“Order what you want, Duchess.” She bites her bottom lip, and it has my dick rock hard. She looks so fucking cute that I want to come across the counter and bite her lips myself.