Body Work (8 page)

From this angle he could see all of her, from her rosy little ass button to the hood over her clit. He opened her outer lips to expose the inner ones. They fluttered with the cool air he blew across her. Cream filled her slit and he lapped at it with one quick swipe of his tongue. Her belly jerked with his action.
“You like that? What else, Lisa? What do you want?”

“
More kisses like that one. But higher, inside. Fuck me with your tongue.”

He thumbed her clitoris to prime her and set to work with his mouth. She writhed and moaned and pressed her open lips to his, begging for release. He thought of holding her off, of making her wait, but the time for games was over. He slid two fingers into her slick channel to allow her to prepare for his burgeoning cock.

He slid home with a deep grunt and filled her. She arched and cried out, slipped her hand between her legs to cup his tight balls and sent him to heaven.

~  ~

In spite of having Jason back at work, Lisa insisted she help every day. If Tyce didn’t have her on the Internet hunting down parts, she was on the phone ordering them or passing him tools.

They worked well together and Lisa laughed more all the time. Tyce got comfortable with the idea of sleeping in her bed, using her shower and sliding into her body every night.

One night they argued about chick flicks versus action movies and agreed to see a moody suspense.

“
I’ll drive,” Lisa said. “I want to show you my baby anyway.”

“
You’ve got a whole vintage car collection to choose from and you drive this?” he said when she pulled up in front of the house in a little red bomb he didn’t even recognize. “What is it?”

She climbed out and opened the hatch and unlocked the T roof panels.
“Climb in,” she said when the panels were stowed. “And buckle up.”

He settled into the low slung passenger
’s seat, stretched his legs full length and used his seatbelt. “Okay, I give. It’s a Nissan, but what model?”

“
1992 NX 2000. Goes like stink and handles beautifully.” She laughed at his expression and took off, running through the gears like silk, the car responding in a rush of power he felt clear down to his toes.

“
It’s a gut sucker, all right,” he said, reaching for the hand hold. “But it’s awful small in here. Tight.”

She slanted him a glance and grinned.
“I thought you liked tight.” The wind above their heads caught her hair and it sailed up and out of the roof. She laughed and he laughed with her.

When they got to the movie, he discovered even more about Lisa he didn
’t know.

Her focus on the screen was total. Completely enthralled with the story, she followed the action closely. When the music turned threatening, he felt her tension almost before she did. Stealthily he took the box of popcorn out of her lap before she jumped in her seat and sprayed everyone around them with flying kernels.

The murderer leaped out, Lisa screamed and clung to Tyce, heart pounding, breath coming in gasps. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her close while she ducked her face into his shoulder.

Her intense concentration aroused him. He wanted her to look like that when he kissed her. She often did. He wanted to see if he could distract her, so he slid one finger up her thigh. Her eyes closed. Interesting.

He slid her skirt higher, felt the soft curls at her mons. Dipping his finger lower, he felt her shift in her seat and he suddenly had more room to maneuver. He pressed his thumb to her clit, slid a finger inside her dripping pussy and let her move, slowly and subtly in her seat.

By the time the next crescendo of music rose all around them, she had her face buried in his neck while she came on his hand. Her shudders faded as the music slowed.

Every week after that, he took her to the movies and let her drive her girly car. The car she’d bought straight cash a year before she married.

It was a marvel he was getting any work done at all. He was a walking hard
-on these days. Lisa could give him a look at ten in the morning that simmered through him all day until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He would grab her hand, drag her into the pool house, shove down her shorts and his zipper and have her against the wall. She was always ready, always slick,
and always hot.

Once, they stepped back into the garage to find Jason blushing crimson.
“You rattled the clock off the back wall,” he said as he backed away. “I just came in to check out the noise.”

A
fter that, they moved farther into the small den and took more time with each other on the sofa. They practiced some of the best mouth work he’d ever experienced, learned each other thoroughly, and taught each other how to wring the most exquisite pleasure out of each stolen moment. He’d be so hot by the time he actually got her naked that his cock would be weeping before she’d so much as touched it.

Lisa was wild for him. Wet and juicy and heavily primed for him with just a glance, she would come with the merest flick of his fingers or tongue. Then he would drive into her with one powerful slide,
and then hold his position for her while she built into another orgasm. They would rock together, cling to each other as if they planned to never let go.

The days turned into weeks, the nights turned into heaven and Tyce fell further under Lisa
’s spell. In spite of remembering that she was on the move again, in spite of the obvious difference in their financial stability, in spite of his drive to avoid deep commitments, he fell.

One afternoon when the sun heated the courtyard beyond bearable Lisa sprayed Jason with the water hose and started a water fight that had all three of them soaked to the skin. Tyce grabbed her around the waist while Jason wrestled the hose from her hand. Squealing in his arms and dancing with the icy water streaming over her, Tyce held on. She was like a wet seal, sliding and slipping against his chest.

He tightened his arms around her and nuzzled his nose against her hair, drank in the scent of her heated damp skin, and used her wriggling as an excuse to cop a feel.

She squealed with laughter when she felt his hand, not caring that Jason saw her tilt her face to his for a kiss. She was so open with him, so giving, so ready to show the world she was his.

Tyce turned her into his arms, away from the stream of water, warming her with his heat.

He wasn
’t sure if love felt like this, but if it did he wanted more.              

With a hot sensual glance, she whispered against his ear.
“Take me for a ride in your truck.”

He decided to oblige and lifted her to drape her over his shoulder. She squealed, still dripping but the show she made of kicking and fighting didn
’t fool anyone. She loved the he-man bit and played right along.

He walked to his truck, opened the driver
’s door and slid her into place. She scooted over to the middle, giving him just enough room to drive.

Jason waved, laughing as Tyce drove off.
“Where to?”

“
There’s a pond next to the warehouse at the far end of the property. It’s quiet there.”

“
And no one will see us?”

“
Right.” She slid her hand up his thigh to his crotch, let her fingers dance.

“
Tit for tat,” he said, and let his fingers rove in tight hot circles from her knee to her apex. She opened her legs, giving him room to comb through her curls. Lisa was slick and hot beneath his hand. “I love your skirts. Have I told you that yet?”

“
Not in so many words.” She pointed to a bushy lane way up ahead. “Turn there,” she said on a sigh. “And hurry.”

The truck slewed left when he tried to negotiate the turn one handed. She had his cock sprung free of his jeans.
“Head down now,” he said between gritted teeth.

She obliged and her hot mouth encased him. She kept her lips tight like her pussy and plunged downward in one long action that had him jamming his foot to the floor on the brake. The truck slammed to a halt.

She eased back up and swirled her tongue around his thickened head. He pulsed and flexed and jutted up toward her. “Do me.”

“
Not yet. Not ‘til we get there.”

“
I’m there, believe me.”

She ran one finger from the base of his cock to the tip.
“You have to wait.” She cocked her head toward the right. “Behind those bushes, there’s a pond. No one will see.”

He bumped and rumbled his pickup over the rough ground, grinding his teeth against the jarring he felt from his balls to his heart.

He pulled up in front of the prettiest little slice of heaven he’d ever seen. One hundred yards across and twice that wide, the pond was just big enough to float a dinghy in. “If you had a rubber dinghy I’d take you out in it. Naked.”

“
I’d like that, but I’d like this better.” She set her shoulders against the passenger door, the way she had in the Jag.

He lifted her left leg and set her foot on the back of the seat.

While he shucked his jeans he studied her. Spread open this way, she looked wild, wanton and wet. He saw her curls, dewy and secretive waiting for him. He combed through them again, and shook her labia gently before putting his mouth to hers.

She sighed and lifted her damp shirt up to expose her breasts. She tugged at one nipple while reaching between his legs with her other hand. Her grip was exquisitely pleasurable, firm where he needed it, harder when she stroked. She guided him to her entrance, paused with the tip of his cock at her outer lips.

“Love me, Tyce. Love me hard. The way you wanted to back then.”

Needing no more encouragement, he lifted her ass and entered her in one plunge that took him in to the top. He slid in smoothly and stilled, holding onto his thin tether of control.

“Now,” she said on a sexy purr, “do me. Hard. Make me come.” The last was said on a moan because her rolling shudders had already started.

He spurted and spewed into her, mouth to her shoulder, too crazed to see one lone tear track down her cheek.

N
ine

The Brake Job

Five weeks into the project found Lisa feeling stronger than ever in her commitment to sell the cars and weaker than ever in her resolve to move away.

Franklin cajoled, whined, and finally demanded that she stop work on the collection. She refused, infuriating him even more. Eventually she called her lawyer to let him know of the harassment and had him handle it. When the phone calls stopped she breathed a sigh of relief and continued to work with Tyce and Jason.

Cars were leaving for Arizona daily, each one a reminder that soon she
’d be leaving too. The fact that she didn’t want to move away anymore weighed heavily sometimes. Other times, she set her feelings of doubt aside and resolved to enjoy the time with Tyce.

She couldn
’t deny she was in love with Tyce all over again. Probably had been for all those years apart, she realized as she waited for him to come to bed one night.

He was doing his window and door lock check. He
’d noticed her nerves were shot and he put it down to living here alone. She hadn’t told him about Franklin because she wasn’t used to sharing her problems. With Tyce or anyone.

She stretched under the sheets, her muscles comfortable with the labor she
’d been doing. She’d grown stronger, more toned with the work. Holding her hand out she inspected the remnants of her last manicure. Sorry state, she thought, seeing the shortened version of her nails.

Her left hand wasn
’t quite so bad.

Except her simple wedding band still gleamed on her finger.

She touched it, surprised to find how loose it was. She turned it. Once. Twice. Then slid it off.

Tyce came back from his rounds just as she was putting the ring into her jewelry box on the dresser. He stood behind her and cupped her shoulders as he watched her close the lid on the box.

Their eyes met in the mirror and he pulled her left hand up so he could kiss her fingers. She turned and took his heat and strength and comfort.

She loved him. She couldn
’t question it anymore. It simply was.

He led her to the bed and climbed in first. He held the covers up so she could slide in next to him. She settled her head on his chest and slid her fingers through his chest hair. He didn
’t speak and she couldn’t have spoken if she’d tried.

She loved him. Tyce Branton. There wasn
’t a thing she could do about it. Nor wanted to.

At fourteen her love for him had been a first crush, delicate and young and exuberant. By sixteen she
’d been confused because when his friends were around he paid her no attention, almost drove her away whenever they were with him. But alone, he’d been his usual interested self, kind and always willing to talk.

But that night at eighteen, all her passion had risen when he
’d kissed her. Powerful, raging passion had consumed her when his lips had found hers, then moved on to her breasts. It frightened her, especially because she’d felt nothing when her date had tried so hard to arouse her. She’d even had a beer, thinking to relax, but nothing had helped and eventually she’d had to convince him sex wasn’t going to happen.

Now, she knew why that other boy had left her cold. Quite simply, he wasn
’t Tyce and Tyce was the only boy she wanted.

Wanted so badly that when she felt overcome with desire, she
’d had to stop it. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, be stupid enough to end up like so many other girls in the park. Like Jenny.

Babies, responsibilities, low
-paying jobs. None of that was what she wanted. And all of that was what Tyce was offering back then.

At least that was what she
’d thought. So, she’d stopped Tyce from loving her and run the next day as if he was a demon bent on possession.

He continued to hold her while she thought, while she remembered, not realizing that inside her resting body rose a whirlwind of memories and emotions. Her childhood had been a pit of screaming rages, drunken accusation
, and bleary demands for forgiveness.

Nothing, but nothing, could stop her from getting out.

Not even the feelings that stormed inside her for Tyce. Like a terrified child, she’d hidden those feelings, even from herself, and run like hell.

At eighteen she hadn
’t been ready for the kind of love she felt for him.

But she was ready now.

The problem was that she wasn’t sure how he felt. Yes, he kissed her, yes, the sex was hotter than she could imagine, yes, he made her laugh, but did he know her? Did he see beyond his assumptions?

By the time she screwed up her courage to ask, she heard his breath deepen into sleep and for the first time, slept with him without making love.

~  ~

Early the next afternoon Lisa was supposed to be washing the Thunderbird so Jason could finish the detailing, but she
’d been staring into space most of the morning.

“
I’m taking off to pick up those parts we ordered,” Jason said as he lifted his motorcycle off its kick stand. “You okay?”

“
What? Oh, sure,” she scooped her hair off her neck. “I’m fine,” she lied. She waved as he pulled out of the courtyard.

She heard a curse from behind her and turned to see Tyce climbing out of the Austin Healy. He got onto the creeper and slid under the chassis.

By unspoken agreement, the subject of Europe hadn’t come up again since the night he’d first stayed with her.

They
’d talked about everything else: the cars, their families, their interests, all the mundane details of their lives.

All but the important things, like love and commitment, marriage and children.

Tyce was a magnificent lover, rough and gentle, demanding and submissive when she wanted to be in charge and she enjoyed every aspect of their lovemaking. And he wanted a lot.

At one point he mentioned making up for lost time, but she wasn
’t sure if he meant the years they’d been apart or her three years of abstinence. At the time, she hadn’t much cared. She’d been delirious with sexual satisfaction and had barely been able to move let alone decipher the deeper meaning to everything he said.

But the time was fast approaching that they would need to discuss the future. If they were going to part ways, she wanted to know soon so she could prepare herself.

She also needed to know so she could make her plans to move. In spite of now wanting to stay here, she would never be able to live in the same country with him if he didn’t want her.

It would be horrible to know he was close at hand but unapproachable. That he didn
’t want to see her.

A cloud crossed the sun and the sudden chill raised goose bumps on her bare arms. The house loomed over her, quiet and dark in its Tudor splendor. How lonely it would be. How silent without the activity she
’d lived with for weeks now.

Suddenly determined to chase the chill and her dreary thoughts away, she strolled over to where Tyce lay and straddled him.
“Hi.”

He stilled as she crouched down onto his lap.

“Hey.”

“
Hey, yourself,” she said, rocking against his crotch. “Whatcha doing?”

“
Getting hard.”

She heard a fine
-toned clang as he dropped the tool he was using. She felt the truth of his words rising to meet her.

“
This is interesting,” she said, “having you trapped beneath me and the car. There’s not a lot you can do to stop me having my way with you, is there?”

“
Not a whole helluva lot, no.” But she heard curiosity in his voice. Curiosity and heat.

“
Stay here,” she ordered, and then stood and went to the wall. She hit the garage door button. As the door descended, she caught him trying to wheel out from under the car and shoved him back. She laughed. “You didn’t put your overalls on.”

“
I didn’t think I’d be under here today.”

She dropped her shorts and panties to the garage floor. She heard a long, low whistling sigh from him.

“You’re naughty and need to be punished,” she said, using a prim voice she knew turned him on. She got busy unzipping his jeans.

“
I need to be ridden awhile . . .”

The next sound she heard was his deep moan as she sank onto his swollen shaft. The wheels of the creeper made for a wild back and forth motion as she pressed down on him. Stomach clenching, she took him inside, rocking with him, impaled and loving it.

“Lisa!” The urgency in his voice was half sexual half demand.

“
Don’t bother me, I’m working here,” she bent over him, letting her nipples brush against his T-shirt. It wasn’t nearly enough so she lifted the cotton away from his chest so she could feel more of his heat.

He rolled out from under the car dislodging their connection. Groaning in frustration she scrabbled back and reached for him again, but he covered himself.

“You didn’t use protection.”

“
I forgot.”

“
Or didn’t care?”

She barely registered that he sounded half amused instead of angry.
“I’m safe. I counted.” She grasped him and slid her hand up and down his slickened cock. The idea of having his child increased her arousal. God, she wanted him, wanted his babies, wanted to share his life. If these few days were all she had left of him, she’d take every moment of pleasure she could get. Her memories would have to last a very long time.

“
Wait.” He groaned but did nothing to stop her hand. “Let me clean up. I want to touch you, too.” He held up his hands with a rueful twist to his mouth, but his eyes were feverish with need and Lisa reveled in it. “But I won’t touch you with grease on my hands. Not ever.”

“
Whoa, that sounds . . . ominous.” She cupped his testicles and squeezed, loving the resulting catch in his breath.

“
It’s important to me,” he ground out on a groan.

She replaced her hand with her lips, in a slow smooth slide, opening deeply to take him all in.

“Sweet Jesus. . . .”

She loved having him at her mercy. Under her control, powerfully focused on her every move, every flick of her tongue, every stroke of her hand, Tyce hung suspended, waiting for whatever she chose to do next. Waiting, anticipating, needing.

If he was going to walk away from what they had, he was going to walk away a marked man. She would make certain he’d never forget her, would always think of her whenever he thought about mouths and tongues and deep, deep kisses.

“
What the hell–”

Befogged by her own desire, Lisa couldn
’t understand at first why Tyce pulled back and covered himself.

“
You slut!” a man’s voice screamed.

She looked up to see Franklin Delaney outlined in the doorway to the pool house. Just as quickly Tyce stood between her and the door, giving her time to wipe her mouth and scramble for her panties and shorts.

“Get out,” he snarled at Franklin.

As Lisa got to her feet, she saw the veins in Franklin
’s neck stand out. He ignored Tyce and strode toward Lisa with his hands raised to grab her. “You bitch!”