To Breathe Again

Chapter 10 - Sparks Under the Hood

Trent's POV

"Sammy, man, I sure thank ya for helpin' out my client. Man I just hate to see people taken advantage of, ya know." Grant said while driving his oversized truck down the highway.

"I already told you bud, I really don't mind. Did she say what the problems were?" Sammy asked curiously. "I thought maybe I could do a little research along the way." Being a professor, research is kinda his thing. Cars, though, those he's loved since he was a little boy. His dad was a mechanic and so he was always watching him or helping him in the garage. I remember joining him a few times. Having lost him so early in life, Sammy told me once that that felt like the place where he could almost feel him when he missed him the most.

"Yeah. Well, Michelle will surely appreciate it. She's the Exec I deal with the most over on the job site." As he said these words, I bet Sammy is picturing an older woman, old library lady kinda vibe due to the fact that he's yet to ask one time what she looks like and normally when Grant or I find anyone with potential, we spill the beans almost immediately. Not this time though, we really want to get the full experience without any bias from us on how he feels about her.

We pull into a modest house. Sitting on a relatively busy street, it's surprisingly surrounded by woods on three sides. Nice. This provides a good bit of privacy for her and her kid. This is something I would have if it were just me and I didn't live with my best friends. I fall out of his ridiculously high truck and brush off the dust that had accumulated on my arm from sliding down against the mud covered metal.

Grant and I walk over to the front door. Sammy hangs back, I'm sure not wanting to overwhelm the poor lady with three hulking guys standing side by side. Grant's massive but Sammy and I aren't too far behind. All three of us are over six feet but Sammy's more athletic where I am a bit more shredded and Grant's just a damn tree.

Michelle greets us at the door with the biggest smile. She pulls Grant in for a hug and shyly waves in my direction. Damn, I want to fuck the shy right out of her. I see Grant grinning at me from the side as she turns to close the door behind her, fucker. "I think Tony will be out shortly. He's always wanted to know more about cars and trucks. His dad was not much of a mechanic type of guy." She giggles a bit and she pulls the door all the way closed.

We are all laughing and talking when we walk back in Sammy's direction. At the moment I'm sure Sammy can't see Michelle behind us. Grant and I are holding our breaths waiting to see his reaction. Sammy bends over to tie his shoe but while he's down there two little feet step in front of him with pretty little red painted toenails. I bet those feet don't look like an old lady. As he moves to slowly stand, his eyes travel upward over fucking curves, then more curves, then he takes a slight step back to really take her in. His eyes go wide and Grant and I know.

Sammy's POV

Those eyes. Those eyes are like looking into the eyes of an angel, an earth-bound angel. I see blue and green and they sparkle. They fucking shine. I reach out my hand to introduce myself and instead she engulfs me in a huge hug. Shit, shit, shit, shit. I take in the smell of her hair. It's lavender and something else; maybe strawberry? Can I just hold her forever? I gently hug her back and then she pulls away way too soon for my liking. "Sorry for that, but I'm just so grateful for your help. I hate going to mechanics and this thing is driving me crazy. Most mechanics try to scam me wherever I go and I just don't like feeling so uncomfortable in their shops. Not that all mechanics are bad, I mean I've known some really nice ones but you just never know, right? I'm worried about my son driving it. If anything happens to him, my life would be just..."

I stop her rambling, which is one of the cutest things I've ever heard by the way, and take her face in the palms of my hands. I have no idea why I feel like I can do this, but I've already gone there so I'm not going to stop now. I lean down to her face, damn she's little. "Angel, it's really no problem. I don't want you to worry over yourself or your son. Let me just take a few minutes to check it over and then we can talk about what you need." She nods her head in my hands and smiles letting out a nice long sigh. I smell the mint of her breath and wish I could take her mouth right here and now but I let go and give her a gentle smile. I love that I was able to calm her. I look up to see Grant and Trent smiling at me like they just won the fucking lottery. Oh, I know what those shit heads were up to.  And, well fuck, it worked. I want her. I nod their way, just slightly to tell them I get it and move to look under her hood.

I can't help but look over at her from time to time. Her tight camo T-shirt and cut-off blue jean shorts are killing me and that pony tail... it makes me want to grab hold of it and do rough and lewd things to that body. She looks down at her shirt, which is also wet and clinging to her skin, torturing me all the more.

"Sorry for the way I look, she says while pushing a few stray hairs back towards her hair tie. I was helping Tony wash his dog and I think I took on more water than the dog did." She says laughing and pulling at her T-Shirt. I want to grab her hands and tell her to stop since every time she pulls down, I can see more of her ample breasts down the V of the neckline. "This is one of my old huntin' shirts." she continues and I cut my eyes over to Grant. His eyes are as wide as saucers and I think he stopped breathing.  I look beside him and see Trent trying his best to not fall over laughing.

Michelle climbs up on a step stool she brought over from her garage and peers down under the hood bending over in the process. I lean back and get a great view of her amazing ass. I mean, damn. I hadn't noticed that. Talk about cherry on the top of the fucking cake. Michelle continues chatting with me, "My grandfather owned a little machine shop when I was little. He would work on trucks from time to time for his buddies or family. This always reminds me of him. He taught me how to change my oil, change a tire, check the oil level, things like that but this was a little more than I knew what to look for. Can you tell what the problem is?" I'm trying to not wrap her in my arms and beg her to be mine forever, while continuing to try to focus on the problem at hand.

Just then Tony comes out to join us. Good lookin' kid and very respectful. Looks like a gym rat like Trent. I bet they'd have a good time in the gym together. "Tony, this is Grant, Trent, and I'm sorry I actually never caught your name." She says shyly looking at me from under her lashes and fuck... don't do that Angel.

"Uh, Samuel, Sammy. You can call me Sammy." I stammer but compose myself and shake the kid's hand.

"Nice to meet you all. Thanks for helping out my mom. I know she was worried about the truck so I really appreciate it."

"You like cars, son?" Grant asks.

"Yes sir, well. I like them but I don't know a lot about them just yet, but I want to learn." He replies. I smile at this. "Do you know what's wrong with my mom's truck Mr. Sammy?" He asks.

I smile back at him. "Just Sammy will do, and I'm not sure just yet." I look a little more and point out a few things for him and what each does. He follows along pretty well and I'm impressed. He's a cool kid. "Ah, yeah, here we go. Looks like your radiator cap was loose. When this happens it can cause your engine to overheat. Probably the last time you had a tuneup they didn't put it back tight enough." I said feeling Michelle leaning against my side trying to see. I'm trying to keep my face casual so she doesn't know my heart is beating about a mile a minute.

"That's strange. It's been a while but I guess it just wiggled over time. Well, that's fantastic news. I don't know what I would've done without you guys." She says while giving each of us a big hug. I can tell that I'm not the only one disappointed when she pulls away.