“How’s it going around here?” I asked after I’d wolfed down the first Zaco and slowed down to enjoy the second. “I could jump in on that Malibu?”
“You don’t have to work while you’re here,” Holden said.
“I want to,” I said. “I’ve already missed my class, so no rush now. I’ll get back to campus this evening.”
“Well, hey, it’s up to Flynn. He’s our lead mechanic.”
I twisted to look at Flynn. “Do you mind if I play mechanic for a few hours?”
“I guess I could use a spare set of hands,” he said, trying to sound casual and failing.
But that was okay. My brothers were too focused on their food to see the warmth in his eyes.
I turned forward, lifted my Zaco, and took another big bite. Damn, these were good. I didn’t mind eating them twice in a row after weeks of going without.
The conversation moved on to casual shop talk. Holden bitched about suppliers. Axel complained about missing Flynn out in the junkyard and pestered Holden to approve a new hire for him. Gray bragged on Emory, who was finally starting a small bit of hands-on work at the tattoo parlor.
It was nice to be with them again. To feel like part of the family, listening to them shoot the shit about their day-to-day life as if I wasn’t going to be leaving in a few hours.
When lunch broke up, everyone went back to work. I headed over to the Malibu, and Flynn gave me a rundown of what he’d tried.
Then I dug in.
Diagnosing a car like this was tricky. Every time it started fine, it told me nothing. Every time it didn’t start, I had to go through a set of variables and try to determine which one had changed.
Hours went by while I worked to decipher the puzzle. Finally, as the end of the day neared, Flynn came over.
“No luck?”
“Eh, it’s a tricky one. I’ve got it narrowed down to the aftermarket alarm system. I think it’s draining the battery even when the car isn’t on.”
“Oh, shit, yeah. That makes sense.”
“But it’s a bitch to disconnect. I won’t have time to do it.”
“That’s okay. You saved me so much time by just figuring out the real problem.” Flynn smiled at me. “Thank you.”
I glanced around the shop. We were alone. But to be safe, I grabbed his wrist and tugged. “Come with me.”
He followed me down the narrow hall, past Holden’s office, to the bathroom. I locked us inside.
Flynn didn’t need any clues. He grabbed my waist and hefted me onto the edge of the sink. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his head down.
We met in a fiery kiss, tongues sliding together sinuously. He groaned and moved his lips to my jawline. “Gonna miss you.”
“Same,” I said. “One for the road?”
He drew back, glancing uncertainly at the door, before sinking to his knees. I hurriedly pushed down my sweatpants, the porcelain cold under my ass.
Flynn sank his hot mouth over my shaft, and I let out a shuddery breath. He was good at this, able to take me much deeper than I could him.
He sucked me hard and fast, using his throat to squeeze me tight, and I lasted barely a minute before I was biting my knuckles to muffle my sounds as my climax slammed into me.
Flynn swallowed, holding my cock inside his mouth even after I’d finished coming, eyes locked on my face.
I let my head thump back against the mirror with a sigh.
Flynn stood and helped pull my sweats up, then placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
