Keeper’s right. That’s exactly what I need to do. But first I need to shower so I don’t smell like a brewery. I get dressed and pull out of the clubhouse and go to work. I take the long way around just to drive by the bank. When I see Maggie’s Honda sitting in the parking lot, I almost pull in. But at the last minute, I change my mind. I’m going to go bury my hands in some metal and rubber at the shop. Try to get lost in my work and figure out a plan to get Maggie back.
I’m elbow deep in grease and an engine when I hear her soft voice. At first I think I’ve imagined it, but when I hear my name again, I look up and straight into her eyes. “Maggie?”
She smiles softly at me. “Is this a bad time?”
I look at the men around us and they’re all looking at Maggie curiously. I pull my hands out of the old Chevy and holler, “Shut down the bay, everyone out.”
Maggie looks around the room at everyone staring at us. Her pretty face blushes, and an intense need to get the men away from her overcomes me. “Now! I said move,” I holler again.
The sounds of tools clinking as they fall into tool boxes or to the concrete ground is heard until I hear them all leave and someone pulls the bay door down. We’re left alone then and I can see her chest raise and fall with her deep breaths.
“I’m sorry. You didn’t have to kick them out,” she apologizes.
“But I did. It’s closing time anyway. Plus, I didn’t want them looking at you. A garage is no place for you,” I tell her honestly, because at this point I’m going to tell her everything, straight up, even the stuff she probably won’t like.
She laughs and then stops when she realizes I’m not joking. “But you’re here… in a garage.”
“That’s different. They want to look at me, they can. I don’t want any man looking at you.” I shrug my shoulders at her as if that’s explanation enough. I know it’s irrational. I know it’s over the top, but that’s how I feel. And the one thing I learned from Keeper this morning is to tell her how I feel. Well, couth or not, that’s how I feel.
The corners of her lips lift in a small smile before it drops, remembering why she’s here. “Can we talk?”
I walk over to the sink against the wall and start washing my hands. “Yeah,” I tell her as I scrub. I plan on getting my hands on her soon, and I need them to be clean.
She walks closer to me. She waits until I rinse and dry before talking. “I wanted to apologize to you for yesterday.”
I lift my eyes in surprise. I thought for sure I would be the one doing the apology.
She shrugs her shoulders. “I sort of overreacted, and well, I thought, if you still wanted to, that maybe we could go out some time…”
* * *
Maggie
I stutter through it, but I finally get it out. It took everything in me to get up the courage to come here. I’m watching him closely, and he doesn’t even flinch or move at my statement. He’s staring at me and he doesn’t seem interested at all in what I have to say. I roll my eyes. “Or not, I mean, whatever.” And I start to walk back the way I came in.
He jogs around and stops in front of me.
He puts his hands on my shoulders, drawing me close. “I don’t want to date you, Maggie.”
I look into his eyes and I just don’t understand. I want to ask him, but I don’t. I pull away from him. “Okay, well, I appreciate you telling me.”
He pulls me back around and cages me against the truck he was working on when I came in. “No, you don’t get it. I don’t want to date you. I want to live with you. I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. I can’t settle for dating you, not when I want it all with you.”
I gasp in surprise. “But, Brewer, we just met. We had sex once, hell, we haven’t gone out on a proper date.”
He touches my chin and leans in to kiss me. His kiss is just as I remembered it and I sigh when he pulls away from me. “Honey, we had sex way more times than once. And if you want a proper date, we’ll date. Whatever you want, as long as you know I’m going to be in your bed in the meantime.”
“Brewer?” I ask him, knowing this is happening too fast. It’s too much too fast. I barely know him but I also know that if I found him cheating on me it would devastate me way more than when my ex did.
He circles me in his arms. “You can Brewer me all you want, but nothing is going to change how I feel about you. I love you, Maggie. I love your curvy body, I love how you talk about your friends, your job, I love the way you love me.”
“But…” I start, about to deny it, but in the end I know I can’t.
“You love me, Maggie. Do you know how I know it?”
I shake my head side to side.
“Because you let me love you and you let me do it bare. There’s a part of you, just like I am, that’s hoping you got pregnant the other night. Because even though you’re scared, and honey, I know you’re scared, you still made yourself come here to me. I was coming to you tonight. I couldn’t spend another night away from you. Even if I had to sleep on the damn porch, I was going to do it.”
I get lost after he talks about me being pregnant. I remember telling him, hell, begging him to come inside me. He’s right. I don’t use birth control. I could be pregnant right now. My hand goes to my belly and he smiles, covering my hand with his.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea how many times I’ve pictured you round with my son.” He groans then and picks me up off the ground. My legs go around him and he sets me on the stool before crowding between my thighs. His lips go to mine and when he thoroughly kisses me, he pulls back, both of us grasping at each other’s clothes.
I stop him then. “I want to go home. I want you to go with me and I want to spend the rest of the night in our bed. But before that, can I do something that I’ve wanted to do since that first time I saw you?”
He nods his head and a big grin fills his face.
I tug the coveralls over his shoulder and pull them down his body. Tugging the buttons on his jeans until they pop open, I grab the zipper and pull it down. The noise is loud in the now quiet room and it only builds the anticipation. I reach in and pull his cock out, feeling his weight in my hands.
He moans and tells me, “Yeah, Maggie, this is right where I need to be.”
I open my mouth to him, taking him in until he slides in and hits the back of my throat. He’s big and I choke a little before sliding back to the tip of his cock, then swallowing him again. He reaches for me, wrapping his hand around my breast, squeezing my mound with every up and down I go on his hard cock.
He moans my name the further I go, and his balls tighten up in my hands. He starts to pull me away, but I stop him. I want this. I want to pleasure him, I want the taste of him in my mouth.
I tighten my hold on him, putting my hands on his ass and holding him to me. I go up and down, up and down until he’s panting and I feel his body tighten against mine. He erupts in my mouth, filling me up until I’m swallowing his manly seed. He lifts me up then, turning me around and putting me on the stool.
“Hey boss!” we hear from the front of the bay.
Brewer screams, “Stop, I’ll be right there.”
He leans his head against mine, breathing hard and muttering, “I swear if he comes back here and sees you like this, I’ll kill him.”
“I think I would be more worried about him seeing you. You’re the one that’s naked.” I laugh before kissing his lips and trying to calm him.
I pull away from him then. “It’s fine, though. I’m going to go home.”
I start to walk away, and he grabs my arm. He’s all serious until he sees my smiling face. I kiss him. “I mean, you’re coming, right?”
“Yeah, honey, I’m coming. I’ll be home right behind you.”