As we’re talking about it, Bambi and Ella come walking out of the back office. “We’re going to go grab some breakfast.”
“Have a good time,” I say, waving quickly at both of them.
“Do either of you need anything?” Sasha offers Bambi. I squeeze her hand as she does that because it means a hell of a lot to me.
“Thanks, Lemonade, but I got this,” she says. “Jags, can you watch the place for a while?”
“Sure,” I tell her. “Good luck.”
Bambi doesn’t say much else, just grabs a rag to wipe off her hands with and heads out the back door.
“Lemonade?” Sasha questions.
“Ah, yeah…I told her you were as sweet as lemonade.” And I was as hard and rough as Jack.
“Rightttt,” she drawls. “Oh, crud…I’m supposed to go to work. I was thinking you could drive me, but you can’t now. You know what, don’t even worry about it, I can call Cali back,” Sasha says. “She’s probably parked on the side of the road with Tango somewhere anyway, doing, well…I’m sure you can imagine.”
“I can imagine,” I laugh. “Well I can lend you a loaner car but, without sounding like an overprotective dick like Tango, do you think running an office downtown yourself is a great idea with Landon still on the hunt for you?” I ask her.
Sasha hoists herself up on the counter and crosses her legs. “Honestly, I don’t even want to work there. I had to go beg Daddy for a job the other day, and it destroyed some of my dignity.”
“Work here, then,” I suggest with eagerness. “I’m sure Bambi will give you a job.”
Sasha laughs and looks around. “Yeah, and what exactly would I do?”
“Well, a pretty face can always sell a car, or there’s plenty of cars that need to be hand polished out there. I’m thinking about opening up my own place soon so if you can get some experience down, I suppose I could bring you with me when I get my shit together.” Sasha’s still laughing a little but I can see the thoughts running through her head. “I mean, it would require you to get a little dirty sometimes.”
“I feel like I’ve already gotten a little dirty,” she says, tugging at my shirt.
“You haven’t seen dirty, doll-face.”
“Oh, really?”
I step between her legs and lift her up, feeling every inch of her through the tight-as-hell pants hugging her ass. I take her around the back of the counter and lay her down on a pile of dirty rags. At first, I see her eyes clench, and she swallows hard. “You still okay with getting dirty?”
She nods her head and floats her hands above her head, allowing me full access. I’m not gentle with taking her clothes off as I hear material tear, but I don’t care very much right now. I loosen my pants and allow them to fall to my knees. Her panties are torn off, and I thank God that I grabbed another condom and put it in my back pocket this morning, just in case. I restock whenever I use one. Always thinking. “We gotta go fast. The shop opened five minutes ago.” Her eyes flash open, and she looks terrified. “Someone could walk in and find us back here.”
As much as I thought she might stop everything at that thought, she surprises the hell out of me and wrenches her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down on top of her. Without time for much foreplay, I press inside of her and move as quickly as I can, enjoying the screams she obviously can’t control as they alarm through the shop. For such a quiet, passive chick, she can rock the joint with the volume of her voice.
I love the way her fingernails dig into my back as I press into her and the way her head falls backward and her jaw drops. The way her ass lifts from the ground and for the fact that I managed to tear her pants off with her fuck-me-heels still in place, this is a fucking dream come true. I run my hands up and down the center of her body, leaving black oil marks along the way. Dirt. Dirt she’s clearly learning to love. As her body convulses against mine, her hands sweep down my chest, and she moans with relief. “You’re filthy,” I grunt as I release too.