Page 8 of Mechanic Next Door
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Thomas
“It’s okay honey,just wait here for a second.” I climb out of my truck and grab her crutches from behind my seat, go around the front and open the door for her. She smiles up at me and I hook my arm around the small of her back. “There we go, nice andeasy.”
She falters against my chest as I help her down from my truck and I tuck her arm under my shoulder. I nestle her crutches under my other arm and she hops along with me, one hand on mychest.
When we get to the stairs leading up to her front porch, I lean the crutches against the house and slip my hands under her knees to carry her in myarms.
“When are you ever going to get this porch finished?” I ask. I carry her up the stairs carefully and when we’re at her front door I keep her in my arms. I want to carry her all the way to the couch and she isn’t lifting a finger as long as I’m around to take care ofher.
“I like having things unfinished,” she replies. I look around the porch and my lips pull into a tight line. There’s a bed of geraniums in their plastic trays and a bag of potting soil, and the banister looks like it’s been subject to somerot.
“Not if it’s a question of your safety,” I reply. “Reach into my pocket and grab mykeys.”
Her gaze finds mine and her cheeksblush.
“My keys are in my purse,” shesays.
I shake myhead.
“I ain’t putting you down or letting you out of my sight, girl. Go into my pocket and get mykeys.”
She nestles her hand into my pocket and roots around. If she takes any more time I might just find my dick getting hard. It’s a physiological response to having a beautiful woman in my arms. It’s nothing personal. What happened yesterday was just as much a little blip on my radar as having her in my arms now is. I just got caught up in the moment. It’s what I keep tellingmyself.
“Here we go,” she says, scrunching her nose up when she pulls the keys out. She puts them between us and I nod over to the doorknob. She unlocks and opens the door and I step inside, careful to bring her through the threshold without causing her foot to hit the frame. I carry her into the living room and sit her down on thecouch.
“Thanks,” she says softly. “My own fault for taking a class thatI-“
“What?” I put my hands on my hips. “I’m sorry, but I don’t take you for a girl ready to join agym.”
“You hardly ever take me out to the lake anymore,” she fake-pouts.
She’s right. I don’t take her out to the lake much anymore. I’m supposed to protect her from prying eyes and leering glances. I can’t very well be the one undressing her with my eyes, now can I? Keeping her at a safe distance and remaining respectful of her newfound bombshell beauty has required that I not put myself into any compromising situations withher.
I glance behind my shoulder as I walk over to her kitchen. Her workout gear consists of these little tight pants that graze over every luscious curve of her ass and thighs, and a push-up sports bra that squeezes her breasts together and makes them look scrumptious. Two perfect hand-fulls.
Damn. Maybe that’s all the more reason for me to make sure she keeps wearing oversized hoodies and jeans like she always used to. I pull her refrigerator open as she grabs the remote from the coffee table, giving me a perfect view of the cleave between her breasts as she leans forward. I grab two beers and close the refrigerator with aclank.
“Here,” I say, putting the bottle down in front of her. I take a long pull from mine and sit on the couch - as far away from her as I can manage. She reaches out and claws the air for her bottle and then looks over and gives me an expectant smile. “Something wrong with your arms too, honey?” I throw over to her as I bend to grab the bottle for her. I put the bottle into her hand and watch as she bring the neck to herlips.
“Oh shoot,” she says, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. When she pulls it away it causes a little tug in my chest. “I actually do need mybag.”
“I’m on it,” I say as I rise to my feet. I take a glance behind me as I start toleave.
I don’t know what I’ve got on my hands right now. I knew she would become the woman sitting ten feet behind me some day. I just didn’t know some day would finally come. I expected having to beat the boys away with a stick. I didn’t know I’d be the man who wants her most ofall.
Our age difference is one thing. The fact of her grandfather trusting me to look after her is another. Add to all this the fact that she’s too good to stay in this town forever and you’ve got a situation that I just can’t get involvedin.
I shake my head as I get to my truck and take the chance to adjust my cock, reaching inside to grab her tote bag. There’s a piece of paper laying on the top, and when I see it my heart leaps into my throat and my cock grows a fucking incharound.
I grab the paper and pull it out of her bag, my fist clenched around thecorner.
Incident report. Pole dancing class. I send a look over my shoulder and let out a deep breath. The picture of her in a little black thong, topless, hits myimagination.
Goddamn. I don’t know what to do with her. I can’t very well bring to her attention that I was snooping in her bag - which I wasn’t. I also can’t just pretend I never saw this. Either way, I’m seeingred.
She should be able to do what she wants. Hell, sheisable to do what she wants, and I’m not going to step in the way of that. Still, like Isaid…
