“My cock?” Jessie teased, flashing his shit-eating grin in the other man’s direction.
“Never mind,” Nik grumbled. Jessie tossed his head back, cackling.
“Heat’s okay. Didn’t have a raging boner while we were beating Big Bobby so, that’s a plus. I should be good till later tonight.” Jessie turned off a street, heading to the shop once more. While grabbing their money and sending a message was important, he had a shop to run for the rest of the evening. There was paperwork to do plus he’d gotten a text that a ‘shipment’ arrived early. He wanted to oversee that personally. He’d just head out early some other day while he was really hurting. Keeping focused always helped in the past.
“I’m gonna go work on Bubbles then.”
Jessie shook his head.Still can’t believe that motherfucker named his pet car Bubbles!Nik said nothing, already lost to Jessie in his own world. While Jessie liked cars, worked on cars all the time. He preferred his car to run. Nik? Nik liked to play with parts. He was currently in the middle of restoring a Piston Armarillo, an old muscle car that he kept tucked away behind the townhouse they lived in. While they had two inches of yard in the back and front, they had a massive concrete block that Jessie built a wooden cover for Nik to park and play. When it came to that car, Jessie wasn’t sure Nik loved anyone more than he loved that hunk of metal.That was, until he finally finished this one and inevitably found a new empty shell needing remaking.Nik loved cars.
When he finally got to the shop, he parked on the far end that was blocked off by a rope. Itmostlydissuaded customers from parking in the employee lot. Nik got out to let him in, then left without so much as another word. Jessie was so used to it, he was shocked to find as he got to the bays that Nik did, in fact, whip around and yell his name. He glanced up in surprise to find Nik passing Katarina on the sidewalk. The succubus nudged the bugbear with an elbow, but he brushed past her just as wordlessly.
Jessie jogged across the lot to meet her as she stepped onto the asphalt. “Was it me?” She laughed.
“Nah, he’s got Bubbles on the brain,” Jessie shrugged, pocking the sack of coin in his pockets to keep it hidden.
“Please tell me that’s his car name,” Katarina closed her eyes, pressing her palms together in a false prayer.
“That’s his current baby car.” Jessie watched with his eyebrows up to his horns as the succubus cheered. Katarina pumped her arms and did a twirl like an excited toddler.
“Oh, I’m going to give him so much shit for that,” she snickered wickedly.Considering how rude Nik threatened to be to me earlier?
Jessie beamed. “He likes to stroke her sides and call her a good girl when no one is watching.”
“Beautiful!” Katarina rubbed her hands together like an evil little fly. Jessie shook his head.What I wouldn’t give to see those two going at it.Images of Katarina and Nik filled his head...innocent at first. Laughing over the dining room table, throwing things at each other in the car. Then he saw her blush, her little fangs nipping at her lower lip as she peeked up at him through her lashes. The imagination strayed to not so innocent as she gave him a cheeky wink.
“I’ve got some inventory to check in,” he chuckled, tucking his hands in his pockets to keep from letting them find her. His cock was threatening to make an entrance and her pretty rubies for eyes roaming him was goingrightto it. “You need something?”
“Uh, yeah, so...I was wondering if I could borrow your car tomorrow? I need to get into the bank and get some other stuff done, and as I don’t have a vehicle of my own...and unfortunately my best friend does have work tomorrow, I am sans transportation?” She grimaced, putting her palms before her in a sweet prayer.
“Of course.” He nodded for her to walk with him. “I’ve gotta do something in the shop but meet me in the backyard? You can take my truck, or we’ve got some loaners floating around you can borrow if you’re gonna need it all day.”
“Really?” Her eyes lit up. Jessie tried not to flash his pearly whites at her as they strutted down the long parking lot together.Dragon’s Breath, does she look good when she struts though. Suddenly, that heat brain he gave Elliot all that shit for wasn’t seeming so funny anymore. Katarina sighed with relief, “I promise I will—”
“Baby girl, you aren’t promising me anything other than not to let that jackass with a baseball bat near the vehicle. Okay?” He quirked a brow. Katarina froze. Jessie froze. Time stopped as he stared at her, realizing his knot was speaking through his mouth and was likely to get him in trouble. Until, that is, her lips curled up on her face, and she dropped her hands to her hips.
“Baby girl?” she teased, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
“Would you prefer I call you something else?” Jessie’s voice dropped to a soft, low growl as he closed the distance between them.
“Mmm, no, I’m kinda liking the baby girl,” she winked at him before flouncing around on her sneakers. Jessie’s hands were thankfully trapped in his pockets, or he would have snatched her flirty hips and brought her right where she belonged, his arms. She called out to him over her shoulder, “Go do your stuff, I can keep myself occupied in a junkyard. I’m kind of curious what all you’ve got back there.”
“If you find anything you like, just let me know,” he bellowed but she was already halfway through empty Bay 3 and out the other side. Jessie watched her swing those hips and felt his cock harden.Oooh, baby girl, you’re playing with fire.
But the coins in his pocket and the feeling of rusty steel on his hands forced him to rethink his lewd thoughts. He stopped by the hand washing station first, then headed into the office. The shop was a flutter with clients. Oats rolled a tire across the concrete while another tech worked on a headlight restoration. Stepping into the office, Jilly, the other shop girl and a delightful dwarven woman with chestnut ringlets, perked up.
“Hey boss! What brings you in?”
“I got a deposit, and the boys called, apparently there’s a delivery?” He walked past her, weaving through the twochildren trying to out slap each other and the undisturbed parent just trying to finish emails on their phone.
“Oh, yeah! The papers are on your desk.” Jilly returned to the paperwork, going over it with another client.Likely, the one with the road hazard of a dumpster fire out in the parking lot.Apparently, this is a good week for parts. He slipped through his office door and kicked it shut behind him. Not in a slam, but it did rattle, something the poor door was used to thanks to the elder Bonesaw that came before him. Jessie dropped the sack of coins onto his desk before picking up the envelopes and paperwork. Two letters from the bank about paychecks and other legal paperwork he wasn’t interested in till later, when his cock wasn’t buzzing.
He grabbed the stapled papers and scanned them for anything shocking. Typical drop, a few cars, handful of parts he ordered, then he got to the last sheet and saw the codeword for weapons. Bonesaws didn’t only work with vehicles. He just didn’t use his regular techs on thespecialmerchandise. There was a sticky note on the paper from Knox Zrazduel himself.
Need these clean as a whistle. Extra payment for heavy duty soap in your account. Delivery for Tuesday.
Jessie smirked to himself as he rolled up the paper like a newspaper and tucked them into his pocket. He ripped up the sticky note and dropped it into the trash with the rest of the useless paper. Coin in the safe, he checked his computer for anything else pressing before he left the door and locked it behind him. The desk girls had a key to the door, so if they needed anything they could get in to drop it off. His business didn’t exactly run off paperwork. It wasn’t like if any Enforcers came sniffing around they’d find anything but regular business paperwork and files. His old man said, the key to running the business is that 90 percent of it was above board. Pay the taxes on shipping and freight, make sure everything people do is paid with an itemized check. And all reports are clear to read. Nothing between the lines, because as far as the council knew, they were a mechanic shop. They sold car parts on the side,totally within reason. Bought broken down beaters and reused parts, completely understandable.
Now if only the new Lord Commander would get with the program. He was more discerning than his father.
