The Bad Boys' Virgin Temptress(25)

Several of her old high-school friends had made an appearance, including Andrea Simpson, known as Andy. The two didn’t have time to talk, but ice had been broken so to speak. Cheryl helped clean away the debris from the day, and Brenda packaged up an assortment of biscuits and donuts.

“Give them to your men. They deserve them, and I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.” Brenda locked the shop and left. Staring at the box in her hand, Cheryl held the gift against her chest and walked towards the mechanic shop.

She pulled her jacket off as the afternoon heat was still warm. Summer would be a scorcher if the present weather was anything to go by.

The mechanic shop was busy with at least three to four cars being worked on. She saw Noah and Drew instantly. They’d removed their shirts. Their chests were covered in grease, and she felt a pull low in her stomach. Biting her lip to keep her moan inside, she walked to the front. Several girls were standing by a bench giggling at the semi-naked men. Turning her gaze away from the girls she saw all the men had removed their shirts. What surprised her were the blushes some of the men wore.

Hum, the Law Castle bad boys don’t like certain attention.

Noah glanced up first and gave her a big beaming smile. She held up the decorative box.

“Break, boys,” he said walking over to her. “How was your day?”

“Busy but great. Thank you for taking me.”

“You got the job.”

“Yes, and these are from Brenda as a thank you.”

He took the box from her. The men all dived in with relish. Jake, Brent, and Connor moved away out of sight of the girls while Drew and Noah took her inside the office. They had a window overlooking the work shop, and she watched the three men eating their pastries.

“What’s with the blushes?” she asked, turning back to the two men in the room.

Noah and Drew came to stand on either side of her staring out the window. “They’re girls. Wouldn’t you be a little embarrassed if a fifteen-year-old whistled to you and giggled?” Drew said.

“I guess, but I thought you guys were supposed to love that kind of attention?”

“Sorry, darling, but having a bunch of school-girls admiring me isn’t my idea of a good time. They’re kids, and I don’t fuck around with kids.”

Staring at the girls and then the men, Cheryl suddenly felt kind of bad for them. What would happen if one of the men was caught in a compromising situation? She shook her head, not wanting to think of the possibility. They had certainly opened her eyes.

The girls left when they realised none of the men were going to pay them attention. Cheryl stayed at the shop watching the men work. They looked good with their bulging muscles and tanned flesh on display. Every once in a while she’d hear the whistles and giggles of passing girls, and she’d see them all cringe.

Noah and Drew drove her home later that night, kissed her and then left. Going inside her house, she leaned against the closed door. How long would she be able to cope being around them before she begged them to take her?



The next day was much like the first except that Drew and Noah turned up at her house at five-thirty in the morning. They had a bag with them, and again they sat her at her table as they made coffee and poured her a bowl of cereal. She couldn’t help but laugh at their attentiveness. The comforting silence as they all ate breakfast made her wonder what it would be like if she gave in. Would it be as nice as it was now?

Drew washed the bowls so she could finish getting ready, and with ten minutes to spare they were out her front door and heading towards the bakery. She sat between the two in silence, thanking them once again with a kiss to the cheek. Brenda was already working when she walked in at six.

The rest of the week went by with the same old routine. Drew and Noah were the perfect gentlemen even though she gave them so many openings to simply take her. Instead, they kissed her on the forehead or cheek, and then they’d leave. She loved spending time with them, but she was starting to lose her mind with wanting them. They’d thrown down a challenge for her to go to them, but she didn’t know if she could.

They appeared every morning like devilish angels looking refreshed and sexy as sin while she spent every night with erotic dreams about the two men. She was ready to pull her hair out.

Brenda, seeing her frustration, had let her knead the dough. She’d pulled the hell out of the hard dough making it unusable.

“Do you feel better?” the woman said on Thursday morning.

“Not much.” She was sweating, tired, and aching all over. Her body was on fire for them constantly, and what was worse, no matter how many times she gave herself an orgasm, none of them compared to the ones she experienced in their arms.