“I want nothing more than to have your pretty mouth on my cock,” I tell her honestly, picturing just how fucking beautiful she would be on her knees for me, “But I’ve got to get up for work. But keep that thought, I’ll be expecting it when I climb through your window later.”
She laughs, “Or, you know, you could use the door,” Marly suggests before she sits and stretches her arms above her head.
“Why would I do that?” I frown.
“Because there isn’t anyone there, they’re not back for another week.”
“But it wouldn’t be very Romeo of me to walk through the front door,” I grab a fresh shirt from my drawers and then my coveralls.
“You know that ended in tragedy, right?” Marly points out.
“Just stay away from poison,” I kiss her and make my way to the bathroom, locking myself inside to get ready for the day.
When I return, Marly is dressed back in her sundress and pulling her fingers through her hair to release the braid.
“You’re welcome to stick around,” I tell her, heading toward the small kitchen area to make a coffee for the two of us.
“I’ve actually got to get back too,” she says quietly. I turn to her, seeing her chin tipped to the floor, eyes on her feet. While the coffee brews I step over and curl my finger under her chin, forcing her eyes to lift.
“What’s going on inside that head of yours, princess?”
“I just don’t know what happens now,” She says quietly.
“What do you want to happen?” I ask her.
“I don’t want it to just stop,” She rolls her lips together.
“You think it’s going to stop?” I scoff, pressing my thumb against her puffy bottom lip, “Sweetheart, there’s a zero percent chance of it stopping. I’ll be at your place tonight, be ready for me.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Just be ready for me, princess,” I kiss her gently, “Do you want a coffee before you go?”
“No, it’s okay, I’ll grab one on the road.”
I nod and kiss her again and then step away, shoving my hands into the pockets of my coveralls so I’m not tempted to physically stop her from leaving. She gathers her few things and then heads out, leaving me alone in the garage.
But not for long, Jake’s truck pulls in a few minutes after Marly’s Mercedes disappears. His brows are turned down in a frown, “Was that Marly?”
“Coffees hot,” I grumble to him, heading into the garage to finish up Rachel’s vehicle so her brother can come pick it up. I don’t want her on my property again, not after yesterday which reminds me that I need to arrange with Marly for me to fix the scratch she put in her paintwork.
Jake comes through after he’s made himself a cup and starts prepping for the day. He’s been working on a restoration project for one of the locals and it’s been his main focus for the past six weeks.
“Did she stay the night?” He asks me.
“It’s none of your business.” I grab a tool from the box and bend over the hood, the Plymouth in the corner of my eye just reminding me of how Marly looked spread out across it. I will have her like that, spread beautifully across my car, legs open, moans filling the air.
“Shit, River!” Jake growls, “You fucked her.”
“The fuck is it to you if I did!?” I snap.
He glares at me, “Because that’s too fucking far!”
“Too fucking far!?” I yell, “Her brother murdered mine! And you’re telling me fucking that assholes little sister is too far?”
“She doesn’t know,” Jake snaps back, “What happens when they all find out, River? Then what?”
“They’ll have their princess back,” I grumble, “A little spoiled but a hell of a lot wiser to what and who they are.”
