Page 92 of Without You

Brody

Iwas already at the shop, getting started on the next custom build, when Johnny called to let me know that the guy who helped Katie stopped and picked up his spare tire. I really wanted to be there to thank him personally, but Johnny did it for me.

Said his name was Elijah and he seemed like a decent guy and considering that he helped my girl out, I’m inclined to believe that. Still wish I could have met him, but it’s over with now and it’s time for me to get to work.

This next build I’m working on is going to be even more fun than Chase’s truck. A total re-paint of the exterior with a custom color. The deep blue will have flecks of shimmer but also a hint of gray. It’s a unique color that I can’t wait to mix and see finished. Especially out in the sun.

Even though painting the vehicle isn’t my first priority, making sure I have the right color set is, because it can take some time to get right. Add to the fact that I have to send samples to Eric for approval, I need to work on it now so I can focus on other parts of the build while waiting to see if the color is right.

I’m in the curtained off paint booth in the shop when I hear Katie’s voice call out my name. I have a mask on my face to help with the fumes, I’m wearing a white paint suit and gloves and I have a feeling Katie will get a kick out of seeing me like this. I quickly finish what I’m working on, set it aside, and emerge from the booth.

Her laughter greets my ears and I advance toward her.

“You look like you should be in a Star Wars movie or something.”

Removing my face mask, I lean over and kiss her. “Hi.”

“I totally thought you’d say ‘Luke, I am your father’.”

“Nah. I’m not totally cheesy.”

I finish taking off the gear and hang it on the hooks I have set up by the paint booth.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what brings you by?”

“I need to talk to you about something.”

“Uh oh.”

“Not uh oh. It’s… strange, but not bad. I don’t think, anyway.”

“Let’s go to the office.”

I open the door for her to the office and then grab us both a drink out of the fridge and settle at the little table. She blushes faintly when she looks at the table, and I know she’s thinking about two nights ago when she brought supper to me here at the shop and we made love right here on the table. Well, making love might not be entirely accurate. What we did together was dirty and erotic. It was our carnal desires demanding they be met and we didn’t have the power to stop whatever came over us.

“That was fun, right?” I ask her.

“So much fun. We’ve had some great sex in the last week, you know? But that night might be my top favorite.”

“Yeah?”

She widens her eyes and smiles brightly, kissing me then moving to the fridge to grab a piece of string cheese out of the drawer. “Obviously. You were there. But, you do realize we need to destroy all the evidence, right?”

“No way. It’s safe and sound, not in the cloud that I don’t really understand anyway, and won’t see anyone’s eyes, but you and I? We’re definitely going to watch it and relive it. Often.”

She bites into the cheese. Bites. Into. It. Was she born in a barn? Who bites into string cheese rather than pulls it down into… strings? It’s actually called string cheese for a reason. “Often, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” I mumble, kissing her hard. Just thinking about that night makes me hard and ready to have a repeat performance. “And I’ll forgive you for not pulling apart your string cheese and instead eating it like a heathen. Who the heck raised you, anyway?”

“My parents.” She takes another large bite and speaks with her mouth full. “And they did a damn fine job of it, too.”

“I can’t even with you. You’re a swine,” I tease. I get my own cheese and pull off a piece, tossing it into my mouth like a normal person. “See? This is how you eat string cheese.”

She grins, shrugs, and continues eating. “Good thing you like me, then.”

“Who says I like you?”

She rubs up and down my hardening dick. “Hmm, maybe it’s just this that likes me?”

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