1 comments/ 8200 views/ 2 favorites Bring Sally Up By: HexingGirl Author's Note: Aleksander's speaking parts are supposed to be missing words. He is Russian with a thick accent, so please keep this in mind. :) Enjoy! -X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X- "You gotta be fuckin' kidding me." The tall, muscular man said, venting to the empty air. Steam boiled up from beneath the hood of the GT500, making the driver pull off the deserted desert highway. Slamming his fists against the steering wheel, he let loose a growl that an angry lion would have been proud of. Twisting the key in the ignition, he slumped back in the seat for a moment before the hood was popped and he unfolded his frame from behind the wheel. Stalking around to the front end, he carefully pried the hood up and propped it open as he waited for the smoke and steam to dissipate. Frowning heavily, he leaned his hands against the edge before thrusting himself away and looked up and down the road. "I better be able to get through." Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he slid back into the driver's seat and dialed the number for On Star. Dialing through the various questions, he drummed his fingers on the wheel as he was put through to a live agent. "This is Tonya with On Star, how may I help you?" "My name is Aleksandr Baranova, my car just broke down and I like to figure out where nearest mechanic's shop with tow truck is, please Tonya." "Of course Mr. Baranova. Just one moment." He could hear faint clicking for a few moments before the lady spoke once more. "There is a 'Double L Body Shop" about thirty-five minutes from your current location. Would you like me to call on your behalf or would you like the number yourself?" "If you could put in call, that be great. I appreciate it." "Of course. I'll do that right now. It shouldn't be too much longer, Mr. Baranova." "Thanks." He paused, waiting until she acknowledged his thanks with an overly cheery goodbye before disconnecting the call. Once more, he slumped back in his seat and grimaced at the heat as it began to invade the car's interior. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt and snatched it off before tossing it into the passenger seat. "This is definitely not a short cut. More like a long fucking cut." He muttered, pushing his anger out through words as he cursed the idea of taking a 'shortcut' through what was, for all intents and purposes, a desert. Hearing the heavy, still dull roar of a heavy-duty truck coming from somewhere in front of him (he hoped) he got out and walked around to stand in front of the car as the huge tow truck appeared and drove by only to turn around and pull up in front of him. He was expecting a big, burly man who probably had facial hair and a beer gut but what hopped out of the truck made his eyes nearly pop out of his head. She couldn't have been more than 5'2, 5'3 if she was lucky. She looked like a blond version of Rosie the Riveter meets Sway from Gone in 60 Seconds. Complete with the twisted dreads all pinned up with a red bandana tied around her head to keep the thick mass of silver-blonde out of her face. His surprise was quite obvious which she definitely found a little insulting. "Weren't expecting a chick, were you, fellah?" It was more of a statement than a question but the slight twang of a Southern accent danced through her words like white on rice. Strolling right on past him to the car, she whistled real low before turning her gaze to what was under the hood. "Hopefully you already know this but your baby got overheated." She backed up and bent down to glance under the car, frowning not only against the harsh light of the sun's rays but because of what she saw as well. "You radiator has a leak and it looks like you might have a bad oil leak too. I'd roll your windows up and such now, before I get her on the truck if I were you. It's easier." He hadn't said a word as she did and said all that, simply watching and staring at this tiny woman that had been sent in a truck way too big for her to fetch him and his car and bring it back to the body shop. As she moved to get into the truck to back it up a little closer, he finally moved and did as she suggested, rolling the windows up and tucking his phone in his pocket once more as he closed the driver's door. Beginning the job of hooking the car up securely, she moved to the central control panel and watched it like a hawk as the car was pulled up onto the flat bed. Once it was settled, she double and triple checked everything before gesturing for him to take a seat in the passenger seat. Locking the control panel down, she went and hoisted herself up into the driver's seat and closed the door, buckling up and turning to look at him until he did the same. Arching a brow as he stared at her, she nodded when he finally got the hint and buckled his seat-belt. Finally starting the truck, she checked that nobody was coming up on them on the deserted strip of highway before pulling back onto the road and heading back to town. Rodney was a town that was barely a half-blip on any radar or map and it was almost a 'don't blink while you're passing through or you'll miss it' type of town. It wasn't filled with fancy-shmancy housing subdivisions nor did it have high rises but what it lacked in modernism, it made up for with the necessities. She glanced at the nameless man and smirked just a little when she saw a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face. "Doesn't the AC work in this rig?" "Sucks the diesel up too fast. Feel free to roll your window down though." He snorted in derision before rolling it down, aggravated blue eyes rolling as hot air washed over him and into the rest of the cab. "Yeah, just went from 105 degrees to 99 and half." Sarcasm was heavily present in his accent tinged voice. Turning her head, she glared at him for a moment before her brow furrowed. "You ain't no yankee-doodle. Where the hell are you from?" "Russia." She narrowed her eyes slightly and shot him a glance as she slowed down and made the turn into the parking lot of the body shop. "You ain't a freakin' commy are you?" The look he shot her could have killed her and buried her not just six feet under but a hundred and six feet under. "No, I'm no communist." He looked out the window as she pulled around and backed up to one of the empty car bays before getting out as she shoved it into park and popped the emergency brake into place, killing the engine. Moving around to watch as she worked the controls, he crossed his arms and looked to the man that was approaching them both. Finally, a man that looked capable of working on his baby. "Nice car, man. What happened?" He was just about to answer when the woman interjected as his car was slowly let down the ramp and onto the ground safely. "She overheated due to leak in radiator but she also has oil leak, too, it looks like." "Ah man, that sucks ass. I'm Jeffery, this here is Mya if she didn't already introduce herself. I doubt she did. Am I right?" He took the other man's hand and gave it a firm shake before shooting a glance at the woman named Mya. "No, she didn't bother." "Neither did you, Mr. Big Shot City Boy." At that she stalked off and tucked a stray twist out of her eyes, looping it under the inside of the bandana as she headed inside the bay to help direct the car back where it needed to be. He watched as she went off into the shop before turning to the man. "Why send out the desk girl to pick up a car when one of you guys could have done it?" Jeffery looked at him and frowned for a moment before tilting his head in Mya's direction. "We had a lot of cars in until about ten minutes ago. So sometimes she goes out on a run with the truck." Shrugging, Jeffery pointed to the waiting room off to the left side of the building. "We have coffee and water in the lobby if you'd like. We'll fix your baby right up, Mr..." "Baranova. Aleksandr Baranova." "Nice to meet you Mr. Baranova. Or if you want, there's a bar and grille just around the corner if you want some real food. One of us can run the keys over to you when we're done." "That'd be great thanks, been driving for hours, so am a little hungry. Thank you." He watched the man follow the same path the woman had taken and decided to stick around for a few minutes, just to make sure they were going to do their jobs. Leaning against a pillar at the opening of the bay his car was sitting in, he looked over his shoulder as Mya came in from a side door and began walking around to the front where he was standing. When she saw him, she paused and arched a brow, a fierce gaze drilling a hole through him. "You gunna stand there and watch me the whole time?" "Wait...you are going to be working on my car?" Her arms instantly crossed. "You gotta problem with that, macho?" He crossed his arms as well and waved the fingers of one hand as if to say 'carry on.' Watching her roll her eyes and turn away from him, he finally allowed his gaze to roam over her. For a pint sized woman she had the curves of a full figured woman and the fact that her overalls had been left with the front and the straps down only emphasized the curved widths of her generous hips. It helped that the red of her tank top was tucked in nice and tight, which left little to the imagination. Her chest wasn't huge but he could tell her breasts would fit in his large hands rather well and her unconventional hairstyle actually worked for her. Hell, the grungy-garage chick look worked for her. His fingers began to itch as he fought the urge not to grip those curvaceous hips between his hands and squeeze. Moving closer, he peered over her shoulder as she leaned in under the hood to inspect what all was wrong. "So, where is leak you were talking of?" His English was still broken at times but he was easy to understand, even with the thick accent. Leaning further in, she pointed out the place towards the bottom of the radiator where she thought the leak might be and was just about to speak when she felt a very large, very obvious grip on her ass. Immediately she reached back, grasped his forearm with both hands and flipped him onto his back on the concrete floor. Putting a boot on his shoulder, she glared down at him. "You got three seconds to apologize or I fuck up this pretty baby of yours where no one will ever be able to fix her. And since this is the only body shop in town and I own the joint, I can guarantee you none of the boys will do you a solid and fix it on the down low." Surprise heavily laced his features as the wind was knocked out of him upon impact with the ground. Staring up at her, he snarled and wrapped one hand around her ankle as the other gripped the outside of her other thigh and all of a sudden, within the blink of an eye, the positions had been reversed. Hovering over her, he glared down at her and smirked slightly as he kept her pinned against the sun warmed ground. Feeling her pushing at his barrel of a chest, a growl rumbled up from deep within his chest. "Anyone ever tell you that you have pair of hips that make man lose his mind? And ass so round and firm that man would have be blind not to want to touch? I couldn't help self, though it was stupid of me. I apologize." He stood up and held out a hand to her, pulling her up off the ground when his hand practically engulfed hers. "Do something stupid like that again and you'll be having to buy another car to get outta this town, you hear me? Now, are you gunna hover like a mother hen or are you gunna get outta my hair and let me work?" The sand and tiny pieces of what was basically cat litter (to put on spills for absorbency.) were brushed from the back of her clothing and her hair as she stalked back over to the front end of his car. "Your man, Jeff'ry mentioned a bar and grille... guess I be there." "Good, enjoy. Someone will drop the keys off there if you're not back before we're done." "Sounds good, Mya." It was the first time he had dared to say her name and he inclined his head as he turned and left, heading around the corner Jeffery had pointed to when he mentioned the restaurant. X-X- A Few Hours Later -X-X Going around the rest of the shop after checking the lobby, she asked the rest of the guys if they'd seen a giant Russian man around and when all of them said no, she sighed and left them to their cars as she pocketed the keys to the GT500 and started heading down to the corner. Waving at Mr. Lambert as he came out of the barber shop across the street, she called out a cheerful greeting and turned to go into Lana's as she reached the grill house. Pausing just inside the door, she waved at a few people she knew as she looked for the stranger among all the familiar faces. Seeing him at the bar flirting with Lana herself, she let out a chuckle and headed across the room and leaned against the corner of the bar. Taking his keys out of her pocket, she slid them down the bar top and watched as they collided with his bottle of beer. Seeing him look up, she tipped her head at him, said hi to Lana and left just as quickly as she had come. She was still on the clock and just because she was the boss lady, didn't mean she didn't work just as hard as her guys did. Jogging back to the shop, she headed into the lobby and started plugging in everything she'd had to fix and replace on his car, knowing she'd probably never see such a nice muscle car ever again. Well, besides Jeffery's, but that was different. She was just hitting print for his invoices when the bell over the door rang as he walked in. Looking up, she laid both copies on the counter facing him and dropped a silver pen down on top of the one that he would need to sign after he paid. Watching him for a moment as he scanned his copy, she turned to grab her big gulp and took a sip just as he spoke. "Six hundred forty seven dollar? You have to be shitting me, Lady." She turned back to him and leaned over the edge of the counter to begin pointing things out to him. "You're real lucky it ain't higher, bud. I had to replace the radiator completely, also had to flush your motor and top off all your fluids because obviously it's not one of your top priorities. I also fixed the oil leak and replaced your spark plugs and a head gasket. Normally all that would be higher but I gave you a discount for having good taste in cars, even if you neglect it." She stared at him as he brought his gaze up to meet hers. Smirking when he grumbled, she stood up straight once more and took a sip from her drink as he reached back for his wallet. Arching a brow when he began to get frantic as he shoved his hands into all his pockets, he pulled a hundred dollar bill, two twenties and a fifty out of one pocket but growled when he didn't find what he was looking for. "Somebody stole wallet. I thought small towns suppose to have non-existent crime rate?" "You're shitting me, right? You expect me to believe that someone stole your wallet, dude?" "See for yourself, was in pocket earlier, now is gone., I had it earlier and now I don't." Lifting herself up onto her forearms on the counter, she peered at his pockets as he turned them inside out one by one, finally getting the chance to stare and appreciate the obviously hard packed muscle of his thighs and ass. "Alright well...I can't just write you off, this is a business, got it? Maybe you can work around the shop and shit and we can work something out." "You are kidding right?" "Did you expect that I'd accept your rugged good looks as payment? I don't think so. If you don't have the cash or credit to cover the invoice, you can pay in labor. Sounds more than fair to me. You afraid you'll break a nail, city boy?" She arched a brow once more, pushing the blonde twists of hair back from her face as she dabbed at the sweat along her forehead with her bandana. Picking the invoices up, she grabbed a folder from under the counter and placed them inside before setting the file by the computer. Rounding the counter, she held the door open and nodded towards the shop as she called for Jeffery. "Jeff, Mr. Baranova here has had his wallet stolen. He'll be our free labor for a bit." "Oooh, a new shop bitch. Cool, come on, let's get to work." X-X- A Couple Hours Later -X-X Walking out into the shop after going over the books for the previous week, she frowned when she heard a set of raised voices coming from the second car bay. Heading that way, she walked in on a verbal fight just before it came to blows and instantly inserted herself between Aleksandr and one of the other guys, Julio. "Would you just shut your mouth, stop complaining and do the fucking work? You're lucky home girl doesn't tear the new stuff back outta your car and leave it the same way it came in, pretty boy." "This shit is fucking ridiculous!" "Hey! Hey! HEY!" Each time she got a little louder until she screamed it at the top of her lungs. Smacking Julio on the side of the head, she turned her head as her gaze jumped between the two would-be combatants. "What's the problem here?" "He can't go five minutes without complaining. It's getting on everyone's fucking nerves, Mya. Can't that brain in your pretty little head figure out some other way to have him pay the invoice?" Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed heavily and waved Julio off as she nodded. "I'll figure something out. You." She looked to Aleksandr. "My office, now." She turned on her heel and stalked off to the room behind the lobby and opened the door, holding it open as he followed along behind her, wiping the grease and oil from his hands. Hooking the toe of her shoe around the back leg of a chair, she snatched it back from the front of her desk so he could sit down before moving to sit in the chair behind the computer screen. Sinking down, she rolled it back a little and leaned back, her fingers twining together tightly as she rested them just below her breasts. Pinning her gaze on him, she narrowed her eyes as he sat down and still managed to fill the entire room with his presence. "What the hell am I gonna do about you?" He met her gaze with his own, both sets of blue eyes battling silently for a long set of moments before he shifted and leaned in to rest his elbows on the edge of her desk. "I'm good for the money, I think you can see that with own two eyes. I wouldn't have such nice car if I wasn't." He watched her scoff faintly before she mimicked his posture. Resting her chin on her hands, she shook her head slightly, just enough for him to see it before she spoke. "I don't care if you drive a gorgeous car. I'm not going to let you just drive off after having almost nine hundred dollars worth of repairs. My business does pretty good, for a small town, but that ain't happening, sorry bud." "I want buy dinner for both of us." For a moment she thought she had imagined it but as his face grew expectant as he awaited her answer, she realized he had really just asked her out. Raising a brow, she cocked her head and stared at him for another long moment. "You're not offering me dinner as a way to get out of your bill, are you? Because that won't work either." "Nyet. I have enough for dinner and a night in a hotel as I file report with police. Besides...I owe you better apology for earlier. Say yes." She knew he meant it as a question but with his heavy accent, he made it sound like an order which would have rubbed her the wrong way if she didn't know any better. Thinking about it, she leaned back once more and fiddled with the box chain around her neck before nodding once. "Sure, to make your apology actually mean something. I'll even be nice and go with you to the Sheriff's office if you want." "Would be nice of you yes, thank you. What time do I pick you up?" "Oh I don't think so mister smooth talker. I'll pick you up at the motel. No hard feelings but as a business woman I gotta ask you to leave your keys here." She watched the heavy frown come across his face before reaching out to accept his keys when he reluctantly handed them over. Setting them in her safety deposit box in the hidden bottom of her desk drawer, she locked both the box and the drawer and then brought her attention back to him. Bring Sally Up "How does eight sound, Mr. Baranova?" "Eight is fine and is Aleksandr, you don't have to be so formal, Mya." The way his accent and the tone of his baritone voice wrapping so intimately around her name made her tighten her grip on her self-control suddenly. The sound of it made her want to hear it again and again and then the thought of him moaning it invaded her mind, causing her to stand move to the door a little too quickly. "Then I shall see you then, Mr... Aleksandr." "Indeed you shall." Closing the door behind him firmly, she slumped back into her chair before rubbing at her temples; suddenly she had a rock of jumbled nerves pitching every which way in the bottom of her stomach. Good or bad, something was going to happen later that night. X - X - X - X Stopping by the bay that his car was in, he reached in and grabbed his overnight bag from the backseat. Slinging it over one line-breaker shaped shoulder, he headed down to the sidewalk and made his way to the small, but charming, little motel. Fishing his cash out of his pocket, he paid for a room for a single bed for a night and nodded when the desk jockey stressed that check-out time was noon, sharp. Shaking his head as he scooped the keys up off the desk, he left the too-tiny room and wandered down the outdoor hallway until he found his room. He had a few hours yet until she was supposed to pick him up and for a while he had no idea what to do. There were only two channels on the TV (both news) and he'd already finished the book that he had brought with him for the duration of the trip. Deciding to just jump in the shower, he found his mind steadily turning to Mya no matter how many times he tried to distract himself with work. About halfway through he realized that his efforts to distract his mind had not worked on the rest of his body. Rinsing the soap from his face, he glared down at his erection for a moment before giving in and wrapping his hand around the thickness of his shaft. Squeezing the base of his cock slightly he abandoned the hard length to rub the bar of soap between his hands, working up a thick lather before returning his hands to his member. Leaning one shoulder against the shower wall, he touched his temple to the cool, slick tile as he dragged his hands up from the base of his cock over and over again. Closing his eyes, he imagined what it would feel like if it were Mya's hands wrapped around his shaft instead of his own; fantasized about how her mouth might feel encasing the angry head. Both her hands and mouth matched the rest of her, small and tight but also backed by a strength he often didn't see in women. As he visualized her kneeling before him in the shower, he stroked himself to the brink of orgasm, his spunk boiling within his balls before rocketing up the length of his shaft to splatter against the shower wall. Slumping against the wall, he caught his breath and regained his balance before turning to finish the rest of his shower. Tonight would be torture; pure, unadulterated torture. X - X - X - X Pulling into the motel parking lot a few minutes before eight, she parked and honked the horn twice in rapid succession to let him know she was there. Sitting back, she adjusted her breasts in the skin tight dress but frowned at herself when she realized what she'd just done. Looking up as she heard a door open and close with a loud groaning squeal, she smiled for a moment at the sight of him all cleaned up and dressed nicely. "Well don't you look all spiffy and nice." "I could say same of you." He replied as he slid into the passenger seat of her Jeep. Without even realizing she cared, a blush stained her cheeks as she offered a light smile. "Thank you. We don't have really fancy restaurants here, or anything fancier than the sports bar, really." "Then where do you suggest we go, Mya?" There he went, seducing her a little more just by saying her name with that heavy accent clinging to it. Suppressing the shiver of slight desire, she turned back onto the town's main road and pointed the nose to the city limits. "There's a bigger city about ten miles from here; plenty of nice places to eat and stuff." Trailing off, she kept one hand on the steering wheel while the other lay on the outside of her left thigh, fingertips drumming nervously along the firm flesh that the dress didn't cover. "So... What do you do for a living?" "I am lawyer. Vacationing at moment but on way home now." "Why didn't you just fly out to wherever you're coming back from?" "I flew in but while I was there, I attended car show and found beauty you had to repair. Previous owner assured there were no problems but I guess be giving him call when I get back home." "I was gunna say, even if you drove her hard she shouldn't have been that torn up. Good thing you're a lawyer then, huh?" They made idle chit chat as they got closer and closer to the city, the lights coming toward them in increasing frequency and glowing brighter as the density grew exponentially. Winding her way through the moderately congested city streets, she eventually left the steady flow of traffic to grace a parking space with the weight of the Jeep. Moving to push her door open after the engine was killed; a brow was arched as he gestured for her to wait a moment. Watching him round the front end, she turned to him as he opened the door for her and offered his hand to her. Hesitating for a moment, just a second really, she placed her hand in his and tried to slide off the seat as gracefully as was possible. There was moment where her balance eluded her and instead of leaning back into the door jamb, she caught herself against him, her hands seemingly soft against a massive wall of muscle and sinew. That short second seemed as if it lasted for an eternity; her gaze jumping up to meet his with dark burgundy lips just ever-so-slightly parted in surprise - almost as if she didn't expect the foreshadowing of the inevitable fireworks display. (And she didn't, honestly.) To be honest though, he was just as surprised as she was. The feel of her much slighter frame against his, her hands - fingers splayed wide- braced gently against him even as her fingertips curled subtly into the front of his dress shirt. "Sorry, I'm not usually this clumsy." "No apology needed." Clearing his throat as if he expected it to clear his mind as well, he let her steady herself (which seemed to take a little longer than necessary, though he wasn't complaining) against him before offering her his elbow like a true gentleman. Taking his proffered arm, her delicate hand found its resting place in the crook of his elbow just a moment before they began the short walk to the front door of the restaurant. It smelled like Italian but he could also smell a few other types of cuisines as well. His silent question was answered as they entered the establishment and stopped behind the short line in front of the Hostess. "I don't know if you like Italian or French or whatever else so I picked a place that dabbles in everything. I hope that's okay." "It's okay by me." Giving her a reassuring smile, he kept his eyes on her as she looked away. He hadn't gotten the chance to truly look at the woman beside him until now and he had to admit that he liked, really liked, what he saw. She looked like a different girl, almost, except for her twist-dreads. She had them piled elegantly at the crown of her head and her bangs were down, curved slightly across her forehead just even with her brows. Even her make-up was flawlessly done with just a simple line of liner and a dark red lipstick staining incredibly plump lips. "Is everything okay?" Blinking owlishly down at her, he nodded and cleared his throat quietly before answering her. "Yes; why?" "I asked if you wanted to go wait in the bar..." "Oh, my apologies; we can if you want, sure." Feeling slightly flustered for the first time in his life, he followed her past the hostess station and toward the bar, trying his hardest not to stare at her hips but failing miserably. Pulling a stool out for her at the end of the bar, he returned the smile she graced him with and took a seat beside her. "You really do look beautiful, Mya." "Thank you... I don't really get the chance to get dressed up and go out very often." "Oh, why not?" "Well it's not like I have a steady suitor or anything. Jeffery has asked me out in the past but he's just not my type." She shrugged one shoulder and crossed her legs at the knee as she ordered a sweet tea. "What exactly is your type then?" "Not that it's any of your business, considering you'll be on your merry way soon anyway, but I like tall guys with some meat on their bones. They make me feel feminine which is rare in the field I work in." He took a sip of his own tea when it arrived and pinned his gaze on her as he turned to face her a little more. "Tall guys...that aren't skin and bones. Sounds a bit familiar..." it was obvious that he was hinting at himself, considering he was no light weight and measured in at six foot five. Grinning when she met his knowing gaze and immediately looked away, he took another sip from his glass to hide the growing expression. "Yes, okay you fit the basic description but what you don't fit is location. You live on the other side of the country in a big city. You're going back there in a day or so, we probably won't ever see each other again. So one of three isn't very good odds Mr. Smug-smile." She sighed and picked up the buzzer and her glass and headed back to the hostess just as the device stopped vibrating in her hand. Handing it to the woman, she glanced back to make sure he was behind her before turning back to follow the hostess. Thanking the woman, she slipped into one side of the U-shaped booth and set her glass down on a napkin as he sat across from her. "How are you ever going to meet your future husband if you rarely leave that small town?" "Who says I'm the marrying type?" He let out a light chuckle, "You got me there. Do you think you'll ever leave?" "Maybe one day but I don't know where I would go." "Well, if you ever decide to check out New York, I'd be glad to show you around." "I'll keep that in mind though I doubt I'd be able to live in a major city like that." Putting the conversation on hold as their waiter arrived; they ordered a glass of wine and asked for a few more minutes to decide on their main course. When he returned, Alek ordered a porter-house steak with a side salad while Mya chose a plate of their delicious chicken fettuccine Alfredo. Their conversation resumed and it wandered across various subjects and topics as they enjoyed their wine and eventually their food. Mya found that he became more than just physically attractive the more they talked. They shared many of the same view points and the ones on which they didn't agree on they could still discuss without it getting heated. By the end of their little date she found herself hating the fact that he would be leaving so soon, possibly even the next day. They had both had two glasses of wine each but her own tolerance had been built up so high over the span of her life that it didn't affect her at all. Even though she hadn't consumed that much, she still didn't like to drive but he'd had some as well so she would rather trust herself to get them back to town than him. "Can I ask you a personal question, Mya?" "Sure." "When was the last time you slept with someone? She was stunned. She definitely didn't expect that question to pop out of his handsome, kissable mouth. "Oh wow. That was unexpected." While the wine hadn't affected her motor functions, it had put a tiny dent in her inhibitions so she decided to answer. "Before I started the shop here, before I even moved here actually. Five years? Maybe...I don't remember exactly." "Holy shit, woman. How have you gone that long?" "Well, for one, I'm a busy woman. Two, I don't find anyone in town attractive like that so why would I waste my time or theirs?" "What about me?" His hand moved to pick hers up from the top of the gearshift lightly, his fingertips gently massaging the webbing between her index finger and thumb. "What about you?" "Would you waste my time?" He was dead serious, she could tell. "I..." "What?" "If I was that kind of girl? Yes, but I'm not. I don't do one nighters and I don't expect you to be staying very long. It wouldn't be worth it." Or at least, that's what she told him and tried to persuade herself with. With him, she'd be that kind of woman every night of the week, though she refused to actually believe she'd let it happen. She reluctantly took her hand from his light, massaging touch and gripped the wheel as they drew closer to town. She wanted him, yes but she also knew that he'd be gone before she could even blink, metaphorically. The drive back to the motel seemed to last a lot longer than the trip to the restaurant had felt. Then again, the tension was laced with a slight tinge of awkwardness that hadn't been there earlier. When she pulled into the parking lot, he turned and faced her, waiting until she had parked before speaking. "You never know if something is worth it until you try it." Giving her no time to move away, he closed the distance between them and captured her plump lips with a fiery but slightly tentative kiss, half expecting to be slapped for his efforts. Caught completely by surprise by the kiss, at first she didn't react but then her body betrayed her mind and her lips began to kiss him back, one hand leaving its resting place on the gearshift to cup a scruff-lined jaw. Part of her was glad that the Jeep was in park, that is, the small part of her that wasn't caught up in the kiss. Fumbling with the keys, the engine died sharply and she tugged his lip between her teeth before releasing it as slowly as she could to torture him pleasurably. "Inside. Now." She murmured the order against his abused lips, her own swollen with the force of his passion. Laying a hand against his chest, a shove was all it took for him to force his door open and slam it shut as he forgot the extent of his strength. Striding around the front end to her side, he helped her down only to press her to the warm metal for a hard kiss that had him itching to strip that pretty little dress from her body. Picking her much smaller frame up, he palmed the backs of her succulent thighs and groaned as she wrapped her magnificent legs around his hips. Bracing her back against the hotel room door when he reached it, he pulled his room key from the tight confines of his pocket as quickly as possible. When they both heard the click of the lock sliding open, she uttered a soft moan anticipation against the curve of his neck, her fingers already working at the annoyingly small buttons of his shirt. Quickly losing her patience, she simply snatched the fabric apart and smirked in satisfaction as the buttons pinged against the floor. Booting the door shut with his heel, he crossed the small room and tossed her back on the bed as he stripped his ruined shirt off. Fixing her with a look of pure, unadulterated lust, he teased her with how slow he unbuckled his belt, her frown so sexy it almost made him yank it from the loops immediately. Her hands danced along her body, nails skimming over the top of her nipples through the thin material before heading further south. Parting her thighs as he tossed the belt away, she pulled the edge of the dress up with every tooth of the zipper he passed. When he reached the bottom, she pulled the soft fabric up over her hips, arching up to remove it completely. "Oh fu..." "Shut up and fuck me already." He roughly discarded his shoes and pushed at his slacks and boxers at the same time, the hard length of his cock bouncing against his stomach. Climbing onto the bed, he gripped the base of his cock and skimmed the tip across her folds as her thighs fell open for him, a ravenous smirk overtaking his lips at how slick her smooth skin was. Palming the outside of one thigh, he dug his short nails in and clenched his jaw at the sound of her moan. Easing the tip of his length into her scalding depths, it took more willpower than he thought he possessed to not shove himself within her in one thrust. He wanted his cock covered in her juices before he truly started to fuck her. "Alek, I swear to G..awd!" Her cry of pleasure echoed off the walls, her hands clutching her firm breasts as he turned her inside out with his withdraw only to slam back in balls deep, his thickness stretching her incredibly tight cunt. Dropping her head back against the bed, her eyes closed tight and her hips began to move, matching his thrusts as if they had done it before a thousand times. Peeking at him through her lashes, she gasped as he pushed her legs up and out, spreading her wide open as his fingers dig into her flesh. Every ounce of his strength was poured into each and every thrust he made, his muscles clenching tighter than vise with each forward crash of his hips into hers. Crying out as she reached down between her thighs and stroked her clit, she kept pace with the voracious hunger they found between them, her calves tightening beneath her skin, her toes curling until the knuckles went white with the pressure. Finding the way his body threw hers into the embrace of the bed only added to her lust, her voice carried the sound of a building explosion as it bounced back from the walls. His hands migrated down along her legs, fingers gripping at her supple skin as if searching for an anchor in the middle of a storm-fueled ocean. Finally grasping the rounded curves of her hips, he spread his knees wider for balance and began snatching her to him while at the same time driving his hips forward to meet her in the middle. The sounds of their combined pleasure filled the room and even spilled into the neighboring rooms; the smack of skin against skin, the breaths that were heavy with passion and lust so thick it seemed as if a knife would be needed to slice through it; the smell of their natural scents warred with the manufactured odors of his cologne and her perfume. The world could have erupted into a warzone around them and they wouldn't have noticed for even a second; in that moment, they were all either of them cared about, their intensity only growing the closer they became to climax. A dainty but strong hand curled in his messy hair, a tug given to bring him over her like a pistoning, wonderfully heavy blanket. Capturing his lips in a kiss to match their fever-driven appetites for each other, she explored the hot velvet of his mouth for all she was worth, their tongues dancing and mating for as long as they could withstand before breaking apart to gasp hungrily for air. A low growl rumbled up from the deep barrel of his chest, the sound mingling with her breathy moans of bliss. A startled gasp escaped her when he sank into her and stayed there, their hips trembling against each other as he paused in their hunger driven rutting. Slowly he withdrew his slick rod from her depths, his hands guiding her first to her side as he leaned down above her. Pressing his mouth to the soft skin of her shoulder, he gently bit her and dragged his teeth along her flesh as her knees found the bed along with her elbows. Palming the firm globes of her heart-shaped backside, his fingertips dented her skin as he pressed the length of his pulsing shaft against her slick lips. A groan of frustration escaped them both only to be remedied by the firm press of her fingertips as she guided him back to the entrance of her velvet cavern of paradise. Letting out a moan of satisfaction, she rocked back on the curves of her knees to crash her hips to his, her silk lined muscles clenching hot and unimaginably tight around his cock. A cry of pleasure rent the air, hers, following closely by the sound of his hand coming into harsh contact with her ass which brought another round of moans from the depths of her throat. "Fuck! Oh god yes, oh my god I'm gunna come! Oh fuck!" Bring Sally Up Powering into her until his muscles screamed for him to rest, he wrapped a hand in those sexy twists of silver-blond, tugging until she pushed herself away from the bed to press her shoulders to the wall of his chest. Reining his control in, his thrust became short and shallow, designed to crash into that secret spot that so many men never even tried to find. Her renewed and strengthened cries of absolute pleasure told him he had found it and he worked as hard as he could to get her over the edge before him. Her hands slithered across her body, gooseflesh following the soft caresses as she reached her smooth mound. Dipping her fingers lower, she grazed his thrusting cock before pinching her pierced clit between index and thumb. Circling the pleasure button, she tilted her head back as his hand left her hair and wrapped gently but firming around the front of her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut once again and she let go, exploding around him, flying to pieces in the confines of his embrace as her orgasm rocked her to the core. She knew he had to be close so when he pulled from her she had a moment of confusion break through the orgasmic bliss until she turned to see him grip that magnificent cock. Offering him a smirk, she knelt down on the bed before him, slowly lowering herself to her back and sliding down between his knees. Looking up into his eyes, she closed her mouth over the tip of his juice covered cock and swirled her tongue along the underside of the head. He fisted his cock, stroking fast and pressing into the wonderfully wet cave of her mouth. Dropping his head back on a groan, his muscles rippled with force of a hurricane ripping across the ocean as his climax shot through him. With her name on his lips, he gasped as he looked down to see her swallowing every ounce of his seed that his body deemed fit to give her. Groaning with the sudden lightness he felt, he shuddered as she teased his sensitive tip with a kiss before letting him go. Moving to collapse beside her, he laid there panting with one arm behind his head and the other draped beneath the back of her neck. Tilting his head when her hand was laid upon his chest, her smirked hinting at the words she was about to speak. "Don't tell me City Boys are done after only round one." With that challenge issues, she slid from his grasp, hips swaying as she made a beeline for the bathroom. Offering a rumbling growl of amusement, he shook off any amount of fatigue his muscles felt and followed her. He'd show her that not all city boys were born city boys. Some were country boys and mountain men that simply wear the city mask like a second skin. x-x - The Next Morning - x-x She had hit the snooze button too many times to count and by the time that she actually woke up and rolled out of bed, it was noon. Normally she was an early riser; she was up and eating breakfast by five thirty every morning and the shop was open by seven. Throwing on a pair of shorts, a tank top and one of the button up uniform shirts she only made the guys wear, she headed out to the Jeep and drove her tired, food-craving behind to work. Parking by the office, she got out and grimaced when Jeffery yelled a greeting from across the lot. "Hey lazy bones! Late night?" "No, I forgot to set my alarm last night." "It's cool; you deserve to sleep in once in a while." "Thanks. By then he had reached her and they both disappeared into the office a moment later. Crossing around behind her desk, she sank back into her chair and sighed as she closed her eyes. "Oh, that big foreign dude left you a note or some shit when he paid his tab earlier." He pointed to a folded sheet of paper on top of her keyboard. "Thank you Jeffery; for opening and taking care of things here." "No problem, sugar. I'll leave you to it." "Thanks." Waiting until the door was closed; she snatched the note up and unfolded it, reading it slowly a few times. "Mya, I had a wonderful time last night; I wish you would have stayed until morning. Anyways, I know you gave me a discount but I didn't feel right taking it. Also, I meant what I said, if you ever come to New York, call me. I'd love to see you again. (xxx-xxx-xxxx) Alek" Would she ever go to New York? She doubted she'd stay for a long period of time, but a visit every once in a while might not hurt. The sex alone was definitely worth it, in her book.