Mechanic With Benefits

Chapter 4 - Haley

"Pretty simple what you've got here, Dagny," Liam says gruffly, his upper body buried in the hood. I stare at the big eagle tattoo on his back. His body is tinted with rain, giving his muscles a glossy glow. "Your engine overheated. It got hot. Very hot. Although it's cool now."

He glances up at me and smirks, his hands and arms black with grease.

"Oh," I swallow. In New York I don't know many men who own a car, much less a man who can fix one.

The New York Hipsters these days are more likely to know how to make a soy latté from scratch than work on a car. Damn, my ex couldn't even change a tire.

Not that there's anything wrong with a soy latté, but Christ almighty, I can't stop staring at Liam. Through his torn jeans, it's impossible not to notice how his muscular legs are like tree trunks. I try to act nonchalant, looking over the hood at him as a misty rain falls over us.

It's hard to pretend it's no big deal those same sexy legs that were just pounding into me not moments ago, sending ripples of pleasure through me.

A wave of butterflies overtakes me as I watch Liam tool the engine, clinking and clanking around. I stare inside at the guts of the car and squint, like I have any idea at all how a car engine works.

I sigh and try to process the fact that he just gave me the first two orgasms I've had in months. Where did that side of me come from? I've never had a one night stand with a strange man. I've considered it once or twice, sure, but in reality I never thought it would happen.

And I certainly never thought it would be as hot as tonight is.

"So where you headed, anyway?"

"A wedding," I choke.

He turns and looks at me funny.

"Where's the wedding?"

"Lake Okoboji. In Iowa, right close to Nebraska and South Dakota."

He roars in laughter. "Nebraska, honey? And why exactly are you driving through Blackwell? Ain't exactly on the way from New York. And you never heard of these nifty things they've got called planes?"

I shrug. "I don't do planes. And I visited my friend in Florida first, so that's why I'm cutting through. Dick."

He smirks and nods. "City girl who can't ride on planes. Well alright then. You really are full of surprises. Like that good tasting pussy."

I cough suddenly and my eyes bulge. He says it so casually. "Excuse me? What did you just say?"

He sighs, still working under the hood. "Oh come on now. You gonna act like that fantastic sex didn't even happen? Don't pretend like you didn't just fuck my face in the front seat, Dagny. You're better 'n that."

My blood boils. "I would appreciate it if you called me by my real name."

He pulls his body out from the hood. He doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, or even notice the mist falling on him, making his body shiny and slick in the moonlight.

"What's your name again?" he squints a little. "I forget."

"Fuck you!" I snap, and I've had it. "Are you going to fix my car or not?"

Why is it the biggest assholes always are the sexiest? It's really not fair.

"Aw, come now Dagny," he drawls in a sexy low voice. "I'm just having a little fun with you. Now look, it's overheated. You have a crack in your water pump, and it spilled over to a few of the other parts of the engine too, but if I bring your car into the shop, I can replace it and it'll be fine. The tow truck is at George's house, though, so we're gonna have to bring you to a hotel tonight. We'll grab your car here in the morning. That sound okay?"