Drag Strip Fuck

C h a p t e r 1

"Aliana?" Called a voice, echoing under the car as I dropped my wrench on the ground with a metallic clank and slid out from under the car.

"What's up?" I ask, grabbing one of my grease rags and wiping my hands on it, trying to refrain from smearing any more grease on my black tank.

"I'm not gonna be here tomorrow, so could you come open the place and just show my little brother around?" Bruce, the owner of the garage I worked part time in exchange for extra side cash and a place to work on my dragsters.

"Ya, no problem," I say. "Do you want me to close up tonight for you?"

"That would be great. Are you bartending tonight?" He asks, shrugging into his flannel and grabbing his keys.

"I'm gonna head to the strip and let my mustang stretch her legs," I say.

"Be careful," he says before disappearing out the door.

I scoot my way back under the jacked up car and finish changing the oil and checking for rusted out spots before cleaning up my mess and locking the place up. I grab the keys to my 2008 Ford Mustang, the first car I ever worked on, and speed out of the gravel lot, pushing the car down the pitted asphalt.

When I can't work, the speed tides me over, cooling the thoughts rushing through my head like cars rushing down a drag strip.

If only that wasn't the only thing that calmed me.

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I unlock the door and slip into the garage, making my way towards the souped up Chevy Camero I am working on cleaning out and getting ready for racing again. Sitting in storage for 15 years does a number on cars.

I pop the hood and bend down, looking over the impressive v12 engine shoved under the hood. Someone spent thousands getting this type of engine just for the car to rot in storage.

When I first surveyed the car, I found that most of the inside needed redoing and the seats needed new racing seats if it was gonna be raced. The tires were flap and let me tell you, getting this thing out of storage was a bitch.

"Yo, who's here?" Someone yells and I jerk, my head banging into the propped up hood.

"Don't fuckin' yell," I snap, turning on my heel to face the stranger, freezing almost immediately.

He is tall, probably well over 6 '5, with broad shoulders and tattoos spiraling up and down his arms, hands and neck, slipping below the sleeves of his black tee, which hugs his muscled arms and chest. A silver chain hangs around his neck and his stylishly messy dark brown curls point in every direction and his jeans are faded, tight around his muscular thighs. This man is a wet dream come true and I'm drooling over him.

Annoyed at myself, I jerk out of my fucked up fantasy and glare darkly at him. If I can't fuck him, I guess I'll just glare.

"We yelled all the time in my old garage," he says, crossing his arms across his chest, making his biceps bulge.

"Well this isn't your garage, is it?" I snap.

"Oooo, feisty," he says as I turn around. "I like that."

"Fuck off," I snap, going back to inspecting the engine.

"Tell me to fuck off again Princess and you'll regret it," he says, suddenly very, VERY close behind me. So close I can feel the heat radiating off his body and onto my bare skin.

"Whatever," I snarl, leaning over. My ass brushes against something hard and I smirk, wiggling around a little just to toy with him.

His massive tattooed hands slam onto the top of the grill and his body presses into me, making me squirm.

"Uncomfortable Princess?" He asks, stepping closer so I have nowhere to go.

"Never," I snarl, leaning over further. No one tells me what to do.

"What a shame," he says as he steps away. "I was hopping you'd say yes so I could get to work, but I guess I'll just have to fuck that attitude out of you."

"Didn't your brother bring you here to work, not fuck his employee?" I ask, turning and smirking up at the massive man in front of me.

"Mmm, you wish," he says, his arms still caging me in.

"Do I though?" I ask, smirking before my eyes flash down to his lips for an instant.

That instant is enough for him to push into me, his lips meeting mine.

Hard.

He presses into me, his bulge poking just below my belly button as I squirm. His lips press aggressively into mine, teeth coming out to nibble at my bottom lip before soothing the welcome sting with his tongue. I sigh and even that is enough for him to open my mouth and dip his tongue in, giving my lower lip another sharp bite. He moans into my mouth and I have to force myself not to melt against his chest. One of his hands comes up to wrap around behind my neck, squeezing, before he pulls his lips from mine and dips his head just far enough to press sharp kisses to my neck, sucking on the soft skin behind my ear and below my collar bone.

I reach up towards his head, dipping my hands into his hair and pulling sharply. He responds with a sharp bite to my neck before soothing the sting with his cool tongue. He uses one hand to pull my hips against his, pressing his bulge more insistently into my stomach.

Leaning forward, I let my breath tickle his ear as I breathing out "you're gonna have to try a lot harder than this," before pulling away and sending a smirk his way before I disappear into the back rooms to retrieve my tools.

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