Lexi Cocker - Faleena Hopkins Page 0,63
two others.”
Her head swings back. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“I own three shops. One here in East Atlanta, one in Decatur, one in Macon.”
“Get your dirty hands off me!” She playfully pushes me away, whisking her hand through the air, sun at her back from the open garage door that spans eighty-percent of this old building. “Are you telling me you were freaked out I thought you were ‘just a mechanic’ and here you are, the owner?!! Do you know how crazy that sounds?!”
I walk closer to the sun, and by that I mean her. “Don’t get what you’re drivin’ at.”
“You don’t…” she sputters, “You don’t get what I’m driving at? Let me give you the wheel. Answer me this: how come, as the owner, you were insecure that—”
I interrupt her with a loud, “Ah ah ah!” and toss the rag onto roughly used tools. “I was never insecure about my job. Even if I hadn’t owned the damn place…”
“Three damn places!”
“…I still wouldn’t have been insecure. And that’s why, Miss Cocker, I wasn’t about to date someone who was. Get it?”
Her bright green eyes narrow, and she flicks her straightened hair back. “Oh I get it.”
I start for the fridge to get her a bottled water, thinking the subject is over. “Good.”
“You’re crazy, that’s what I get!”
This stops me in my tracks, and I bolt into action next, running after her as she dashes outside. As golden light hits her hair, she’s so pretty my eyes hurt. I gather the vixen in my arms and hold her tight. “Got you.”
“Yes, you really have.”
“You know what I was thinking last night after I kicked your ass in darts?”
Rolling her bright-greens at the reminder of her pathetic score, she sighs, “I can’t wait.”
“I was thinking how lucky it was for us that your dickhead ex-boyfriend brought the blonde to The Local that night.”
“Never my boyfriend.”
“Then he missed out.”
“Maybe.”
“What? No maybe! He missed out.”
Lacing tender fingers into my thick hair, she explains, “I mean maybe it was meant to happen like that.”
“Ah, there’s the girl who goes to church every Sunday, showing her spiritual stripes.”
“My what? Spiritual stripes?!” she laughs before finally admitting, “Okay, yes, I believe in destiny and that we’re watched over, if we just give it time to play out and follow our instincts. Because think about it! If I hadn’t been in that mess in the exact way it all went down — every moment, I can’t pick and choose — then I wouldn’t have been pouring frosty beer onto his crotch at juuuusssssst the right moment.” Kissing me, Cherry murmurs, “And I wouldn’t have stolen you from your meal.” Her head swings back to look at me. “Wait, did you order food that night?”
“Yep. Ralphie had the Impossible burger and fries all rung up.”
She pretends to be upset for me. “What a shame!”
I kiss her, “Damn shame,” and lift her up, legs wrapping around me in what is quickly becoming a very familiar way.
“You gonna carry me everywhere?!”
“Time to close up!”
Excited, she glances around the empty shop, even twists to check if anyone’s behind the wheel of cars parked out front, left for me and my guys to get to when special parts are delivered. “Is this why you wanted me here after hours?”
Walking us over to the necessary button, I hit it with my elbow, “Yep!” and we look up to watch metal rolling doors descend from pristine ceiling to scarred floor. “That rattle, you hear that?”
“Mmhmm.”
“That signifies the start of a new day or the end of a good one.”
She looks at me, face soft, not knowing my cock is the opposite. I set her down, flip her around, and she slaps excited hands, “Yes!” onto ribbed metal.
Yanking down her jeans, I growl, “Been fantasizing about this all day.”
“Me too!” she breathes, grinding silky black panties against my throbbing erection, “Only I didn’t know it could happen. Because I didn’t know you were the damn boss!”
“My hands are dirty, Cherry, but I can shove my face in.” Pulling her jeans all the way off, I grab her panties with my teeth and drag them down to her knees.
She wiggles, steps out, kicks them away, “Won’t be putting those on again today.”
I spread soft thighs under a round ass arched for our pleasure, and dive my tongue into her juicy pussy from behind, slicking it as sweet, breathy moans float on air normally loud with machinery. I want to see if I can get