She smiles. “Well. That was…memorable.”
“Yeah. Damn right it was, Amber.” I withdraw slowly from her and step back a bit. Disposing of the condom in the nearby waste basket I lift my coverall back up.
Even the gritty, brooding beast in me wants to treat her like a lady, so I help her off the counter and lower her until she can stand. She’s so calm, considering what we just did. Amber tugs at her skirt, pulling it down into place over her trim legs. I point her to the customer restroom and head to the staff area to clean myself up.
When I return from the men’s room, I see Amber with her purse on her shoulder, her clothes back in place, and her hair neatly tied back away from her face. She has a compact mirror in front of her, applying pink lipstick over her luscious lips. Too bad those lips didn’t make their way around my cock. Maybe next time…
If there’s a next time.
Not wanting to spoil the moment with talk, I unlock the customer exit and push the door open to let her out to her car. She struts by me and I follow her to her sweet ride, pulling the door open for her as she searches for the key I gave her back. Once she finds it, she slides in behind the wheel and looks up at me. We share a knowing look, and then she pulls her gorgeous legs into the car and closes the door.
As I stand there wondering if it’ll be too forward to phone her at the number we have on file for her, Amber rolls down the driver’s side window.
“Thanks for making my Camaro purr,” she says, her face flush and beaming with playfulness.
I give her a one-sided grin. “Miss, here at Smooth Ride Auto, we aim to please.”
“You’ve got another satisfied customer, Diesel, if that’s your real name.”
I hope she’s interested in signing up for the repeat customer package. Well, my dick does. And I’d be up for getting to know her better. That’s a monumental step forward for me, considering the state I was in before she sashayed into Smooth Ride Auto.
“Maybe I was wrong…about those eyes of yours.” She slips me her phone. “Add your phone number in here, Diesel. I’ll text you, so you have mine too.”
With a nod, I put my digits into her contact list under Diesel, but add my first name with it and take the extra step of texting my phone, so she doesn’t have to.
“It’s Dean,” I tell her as I pass the phone back to her.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I plan to hear her call me by that name sooner than she thinks.
6
Diesel
Three Months Later
I pull my truck into the parking lot at the Whiskey Spirit Saloon where Amber tends bar one night a week. Shutting off the engine, I peer inside. Although the place closes in thirty minutes, it’s crowded. Patrons order their last fueling of alcohol or make the final moves to pair up, so they’re not spending Friday night alone and lonely.
That’s not my worry anymore. Amber’s coming home with me. Just like she does on most Fridays when her boys are out with the sitter.
I slide out of the truck and head into the bar, giving the regular bouncer a nod. He waves me by as two young women leave, both unsteady on their high heels.
“You’re a hot one,” one says over the music spilling out into the night air.
“Nice,” the other slurs, smiling up at me.
I wink and offer a distracted smile. I’m not interested. Not now that I have a sweet slice of Amber Roberts in my life. She satisfies me whenever we get the chance, with those luscious lips of hers and her tanned, toned legs that undo me every time they wrap around my waist. She keeps her nails long because she likes to. And I love that too—I’m a sucker for that back scratch. And every chance I get, I treat her to dirty talk and going down on her while she speeds along in the Camaro.
She’s brought light into my once dark world with her… everything.
Her hair.
Her eyes.
Her fuckable body.
The way she let me fuck her. The way she touches me.
And it’s not just the physical. Our worlds have begun to weave into each other. I’ve met her boys and her father, and they’ve welcomed me with open arms.
There’s no two ways about it. Amber jump started my heart and touched my soul. I feel alive all over again with just her smile. Knowing she cares and is beginning to lean on me for support means more than I can ever tell her. To see how great a mom she is, and how gentle and patient she is with her father as he fades away slowly, well, it speaks volumes. Her sassy, confident side is almost as appealing as the vulnerable part of herself that she lets me see sometimes, the little girl dealing with the loss of a father, a man who was a solid rock in her life.