"Mondays always are," I said.
She nodded. "Sorry, yeah … of course … I'd, um … I'd better leave you to it."
She wouldn't look at me.
I noticed her lipstick, the way she was so made up. I caught a whiff of perfume, the expensive shit she gets from her mum every Christmas. She had her best earrings in, the set Nanna bought for her 21st birthday, I could see them sparkling through her hair. Her nails were the same bronze colour as the beads around her neck.
She pointed to the Audi. "Ruby would go crazy for that."
"I'll take her out for a spin in it later."
"She'll love you forever."
I gave her a nod, a smile. Still she didn't move. She brushed her hair behind her ear, jangled her car keys in her hand, but didn't move.
"What you really doing here?" I asked, my voice low. "This isn't just about bacon sandwiches, Jo, is it?"
She sighed, and her cheeks were pink. She smiled to herself and shook her head, then stepped away, heading back to her car with quick little steps. "I'd better leave you to it," she said.
I headed her off before she could get in, and I felt as awkward as she looked, my mouth dry at the thought of reading this shit wrong.
But no. There's plenty of shit I get wrong, but knowing when a woman's after my dick isn't ever on that list.
"Jo … " I began. "Let's call a spanner a fucking spanner a second, shall we?" I looked her up and down. "If I didn't know better, I'd almost think you were trying to bag yourself a bit of rough on a Monday morning." My eyes met hers and locked there. Her pupils were big and dark, her breath shallow. "There wouldn't be any truth in that, would there?"
She looked so fucking embarrassed, and so fucking pretty for it.
"Enjoy your breakfast, Darren," she said. She made to sidestep me, but there was no fucking way.
I moved between her and the car door, and we collided. She recoiled with a smile, but I leaned into her. I could smell her perfume so strong, her shampoo too. Her hair was soft against my cheek.
Uneasiness in my gut. A sense of sadness as the prospect dawned.
I whispered, right into her ear. "What's this about, Jo? You wanting to jump the queue or what?" I felt her stiffen, shoulders tense. "If this is about a Bang Gang special … "
She was shaking her head before I finished. She pulled away enough to meet my eyes. "Jesus, Darren. No! This isn't about a bloody gangbang! I didn't even … " She sighed. "This was stupid. Sorry." She reached for the handle. "I don't know what's come over me this morning. Ridiculous."
Me. I'll come over you this morning.
My voice was just a growl in her ear. "I'm less than ten seconds from hauling your pretty ass over to that Audi and fucking you on the bonnet." I felt her take a breath. "Tell me that's not why you're here. Tell me I've got it wrong."
Her heart was racing. I could feel it. "I wanted … I want … "
"Go on," I prompted. "Just fucking say it, Jo."
I wrapped my arm around her waist, grabbed her ass and hitched her against me. My cock pressed to her belly and she gasped.
"I came here for you," she whispered. "I wanted … "
I tangled my oily fingers in her hair, and it felt so fucking good. "Say it."
"I wanted … " Her eyes were wide, her lips just a breath from mine. "Oh God, please just fuck me, Darren."
I smirked, and then I kissed her, hard.
The guys roared out a cheer. I gave them the finger, and Jodie giggled against my mouth. I took her hand in mine, led her over to the shutters.
"It's break time," I said to the lads. "Go eat your bacon in the truck."
They downed tools and bailed, slapping me on the back as they went.
I made a move as soon as Buck pulled down the shutters on his way out. Jodie squealed as I grabbed her, laughed as I lifted her clean up and dropped her pretty ass onto the Audi's bonnet.
She didn't laugh long.
I kissed her as I unbuttoned her blouse, hands grubby and frantic as she moaned into my mouth. I yanked down the floaty fabric and threw it aside, lowered my head and bit and nipped at her nipples through the lace of her bra. She tipped her head back, her fingers in my hair.
"Darren … "
I unbuttoned her jeans, tugged them down, and she wriggled to help them on their way. She kicked her sandals off, and the jeans followed them. She wrapped her legs around my waist, picking up oil from my clothes. I ran my fingers over the smears, then up to her pussy, left darker smears on her white lace knickers.
"Fuck! Yes … Yes!"
I'd forgotten this.
I'd forgotten how dirty Jodie could be.
I fucking loved how dirty Jodie could be.
I ditched the top half of my overalls, loosened my jeans, and her hands were waiting for my cock.
"Fuck me," she hissed. "Hard, Darren. Really fucking hard … "
No fucking fear.
I tugged her knickers aside and she groaned as I sank my dick into her. I pushed her backwards onto the bonnet, thrust in real fucking deep as she squirmed against the paintwork.
"Fuck … oh fuck, Darren!"
How I fucking slammed that pussy. Jesus Christ, I fucked her so fucking hard. She jerked with every thrust, her tits bobbing in those lacy cups, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth as she took it.
I flipped her long before I came, rolled her right onto her front and flattened her to the metal. Her feet touched the ground but didn't last long there. My first thrust took her balance and she jolted forwards, her cheek pressed to the bonnet. I took a handful of hair and pulled, forcing her right back onto my cock, and she loved it, she fucking loved it.
I reached round for her clit, strummed that wet little bud until her legs were shaking. The sound of my skin slapping hers was fucking bliss.
I folded over until she took my weight, kept hold of her hair as my body pinned hers.
"Is this what you wanted?" I hissed. "Nice hard fucking dick?"
She moaned for me. Shuddered under me.
"You!" she said. "I wanted you!"
"And four other cocks along with me?"
She shook her head. "No." Her teeth were gritted. "Just you. That's what I want! That's what I fucking want, Darren!"
"Just as well," I snarled. "Because no other man's cock is going near your tight little cunt again, Jodie."
She twisted her head.
"I mean it," I said. "You'll have another fucking gangbang over my dead fucking body, I fucking swear it."
I pressed my lips to her ear, breathing hard, like she was breathing under me.
"I'm … I'm not on the list?" she hissed.
My balls tightened, threatened to shoot my fucking load all the way inside her.
There is no fucking list, Jodie, not for me.
"No. You're not on the fucking list, Jodie. You'll never be on the fucking list."
She cried out as I changed position, hands braced against the windscreen, leaving sweaty palm smears.
I was hitting my home stride now, thighs tight as fucking wire. I wrapped my hand around her throat, held her there, held her tight. The beads around her neck made a lovely rattle as I pounded her.
My fingers kept teasing her clit, quick little flicks until she moaned, flailing under me as the waves of climax ripped through her.
And then I came.
Deep.
All the way inside that perfect pussy.
Mine.
I claimed her, pumped her full of me, made sure that sweet little slit ate me up.
We lay panting, my clammy chest against her back. We lay panting until she giggled, and I laughed, too.
She rolled under me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.
"I'll take this over ladies who lunch any bloody day," she said.
I kissed her over and over, all the way through getting dressed and making our way back to the shutters.
I was grinning like a fucking lunatic, couldn't fucking stop myself, didn't ever want to stop myself, until I heard the engine.
I'd already committed myself, already engaged the catch.
Oh shit.
Eleanor slipped out of the driver's seat, shot me a smile that dried up as soon as Jodie stepped out from the garage.
I could have fucking died when the women clocked each other. They stared for a couple of seconds, neither saying a word, not to each other and not to me either.
Jodie fastened up the last of my overalls, then leaned in and kissed my dirty cheek. I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a squeeze.
"I'll be seeing you soon, Darren Trent," she said.
She stared at Eleanor Hartwell all the way to her car, a strange little smile on her face, and Eleanor looked like a slapped arse, her lips pursed and her cheeks bright pink.