Stepping into the shower and under the warm water, he thought back to the night before, standing on the porch in the dark with Shaun, her body pressed close to his, and it wasn’tlong before his dick had hardened in memory of how she’d felt against him, how good she smelled, or how incredibly soft her lips had been as they’d brushed against his just the slightest.
Gnashing his teeth, he fisted his cock in his hand, willing it to go away, but the memory of her was too strong, too potent. Swearing silently, he let his hand move up and down the hard length, wishing it were Shaun’s hand, her mouth, that sweet pussy, instead of his own hand. It didn’t take long for him to come all over the floor of the shower, hissing in an unsteady breath as he emptied his balls.
Bracing one hand on the shower wall, he let his head hang until his chin almost touched his chest.
‘I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it’s not funny. Leave me alone!’
Game?he wondered again. Her statement had confused him last night, and he still didn’t understand it this morning. The pain in her eyes before she shuttered them still made his chest ache. What was this damn minx doing to him? Scrubbing his hair clean, he ducked his head beneath the spray of the water.
She wanted him to leave her alone? Fine. He’d spent the last year trying to convince her of something she didn’t want. He was done.
He scoffed to himself, hanging his head again.
Yeah right.
TEN
Doing her best to ignore the shadow that was Nate to her right, Shaun fumbled with the wrench in her hand, dropping it with a clang to the concrete floor beneath her back, narrowly missing her head. Swearing under her breath, she gave him a tight-lipped smile when he reached out to pick up the dropped tool and hand it back to her. “Thanks.”
“You really ought to be more careful,” he said, and she gritted her teeth, waiting for the next sentence she knew was coming. “A woman like you shouldn’t be out here doing this dirty work. You could get hurt.”
Reaching up to fasten the wrench around the bolt again, she grunted out, “I’ve been working on cars for a decade, Nate. I know what I’m doing. But thank you for the concern.”
“If you were my girlfriend, you wouldn’t even have to work, you know,” he replied with what was probably supposed to be a disarmingly charming smile, but the dark look in his eyes bellied the charm, making her shiver in revulsion.
“Ugh, no thanks,” Shaun muttered, turning her eyes away from him. “I don’t date coworkers. And I’m not some damsel in distress. I don’t need a man to take care of me. Besides, I like the work that I do. I’m good at it.”
Nate laughed, and she turned her head to glare at him. “You’re a novelty, Shaun. The only reason you get requested for jobs is so they can ogle you.”
“No, I get requested to be put on jobs that you fucked up the first time,” she snapped, sliding out from under the vehicle and sitting up, bracing her hands on her widespread knees, feet flat on the concrete floor. When his eyes dropped between her legs, she snapped her fingers in his face and snarled, “Hey, asshole, my eyes are up here, thank you.”
A muscle twitched in his jaw as he clenched it and that dark, foreboding look in his eyes returned, making Shaun’s heart feel like it was falling into her stomach.
“I was going to ask if you needed a date for that wedding you’re going to, but fuck you,” Nate sneered as he stood from where he had been kneeling beside her.
“And I’ve already told you a dozen times;I don’t date coworkers. Or chauvinistic douche bags,” she snapped as she stood, too, dusting her hands off on the thighs of her jeans. “I guess it’s hard for a guy like you to understand that ‘No’ is a full sentence.”
“I’m sure I can change your mind,” Nate coaxed on a low murmur, though his eyes had taken on that darkness in them again, making her shiver.
“Don’t bet on it,” she muttered, turning away from him. “I have work to do, Nate.”
Shaun waited until she heard his heavy footfalls fade away across the garage before letting herself take a deep, restorative breath in, bracing her hands wide on the edge of the work bench that covered a massive tool chest beneath it. Hanging her head between her shoulders, she closed her eyes.
What a fucking day. And it’s only ten in the morning on a Monday.
A throat being cleared to her right startled her, and she opened her eyes, whipping her head around at the sound. She sagged against the bench, groaning audibly.
“What is it about men not taking no for an answer?” she asked out loud, straightening and crossing her arms over her chest, ridiculously self-conscious of the fact that she was wearing stained jeans and an old, long-sleevedPetoskey Northmenshirt that had motor oil, grease, and a little bit of jelly doughnut filling that had dropped onto her chest that morning all over it. Dammit did he look good, though.
His jeans were clean, and the army green, long sleeved Henley shirt he wore was unfairly well fitted to his chest, shoulders, and arms. The sleeves were pushed to his forearms, his hands tucked into the pockets on the front of his jeans, pulling them tight across the front. She raised her eyes to his, hating the knowing smirk on his too handsome face.
Notching one hip out, she asked acerbically, “Is there something I can assist you with, Kasey? I’m really not in the mood to spar with you this morning.”
Pulling his hands from his pockets, he took several steps forward, only stopping when he was just a couple feet from her. He hitched his chin toward the opposite side of the garage, and when she glanced over, she saw Nate watching them intently. “Was he bothering you?”
Shaun sighed heavily and shook her head, no. “He’s harmless.”
“Does he do that often?” Kasey prodded, his voice low and earnest. His eyes scanned hers and she felt a blush rise up her chest into her cheeks. Dammit.
