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grabbing her purse and heading toward the door. Even though she hadn’t programmed the number into her phone (yet), she recognized the number as Carlos’s. She was curious and paused inside the doorway to answer it. “Hello?”
“Ah, Nicki, mi dulzura. I wanted to tell you goodbye.”
“Are you leaving Winchester now?”
“Yes. I’m already a day behind, but thanks to your friend, I can leave today.” He paused. “I plan to call you next time I’m in town.”
Nicki smiled. “I’d expect nothing less.” She inhaled. “Maybe I can catch up on my sleep before you come back.”
She heard him laugh. “I’m in trouble then, because if what we did last night was you tired, I won’t be able to handle you well rested , chica. ”
She giggled. “You know what I mean.”
“I do.” She heard the rev of a motorcycle. “Take care of yourself.”
“You too, Carlos.” She hung up the phone, feeling sadder than she would have expected. Of course, Carlos was meant to be one night only and he ’d wound up performing an intense encore. Ah, well, he’d been enough fun to take her mind off Sean for a while, and maybe that would be enough to tide her over until she found her next boyfriend. But the poor suckers who played her BFs never stood a chance.
She arrived at Sean’s garage, glad that she’d changed out of the hot suit. It was blazing out again, and even though it was about ten degrees cooler in Sean’s garage, it was still fucking hot. Sean had Godsmack blaring out of the stereo, so she knew he was in full-on work mode.
She saw him working on a bike in the back of the shop and goddamn. The boy had his shirt off. How the fuck could she maintain eye contact and have a normal conversation with him if he had his shirt off? As she got closer, she saw that he had a tattoo on his lower back that she’d never seen before. She couldn’t tell what it was and wouldn’t have a chance , because he stood and turned around just as she got closer.
And the sight of his naked chest took her breath away. He was pure, sweet man, through and through, the ideal for Nicki. Sean might have only been four inches taller than Nicki, but height didn’t make the man. Solid, lean muscle, lovingly cared for, with just a little bit of hair on the chest , dark brown nipples, and a six-pack. Mmmm. That was the ticket. And to think she’d actually caressed that hunk of man there before. But she’d blown it eight long years ago . And she was about to make a total fucking ass of herself now if she couldn’t concentrate. So she forced her silly licentious grin to become a friendly, warm smile. It was one of the hardest things she’d had to do in a while. “Well, you sure impressed the shit out of Carlos today.”
“He should be.” Why did Sean look so… pissed? He walked over to the stereo and turned the music down. Probably a good idea, since “Re-Align” was ending and the next song, “I Fucking Hate You , ” wouldn’t make the rest of the businesses on the block very happy. As he turned back around, Nicki noticed it for the first time —his bike…his obsession … was gone.
“What the fuck, Sean? Where’s your bike?”
A puff of air escaped his open lips. “Why do you think Carlos is so goddamn ed impressed?”
Nicki felt her eyes widen. “You gave him your bike?”
Sean gritted his teeth. “No. I sold it to him.”
“Why the hell did you do that?”
Sean turned around, walking back to the bike he’d been working on when she’d come in . “He was in a hurry.”
Nicki thought of Carlos holding her in front of her door last night bringing her to sweet orgasm and forced back a grin. “He wasn’t in that big a hurry. Trust me —I w ould know .”
“That’s what you think.” He picked up a wrench from off the bench beside the bike. “This is his bike here, and it’s got a fucked up tranny. I
“Ah, Nicki, mi dulzura. I wanted to tell you goodbye.”
“Are you leaving Winchester now?”
“Yes. I’m already a day behind, but thanks to your friend, I can leave today.” He paused. “I plan to call you next time I’m in town.”
Nicki smiled. “I’d expect nothing less.” She inhaled. “Maybe I can catch up on my sleep before you come back.”
She heard him laugh. “I’m in trouble then, because if what we did last night was you tired, I won’t be able to handle you well rested , chica. ”
She giggled. “You know what I mean.”
“I do.” She heard the rev of a motorcycle. “Take care of yourself.”
“You too, Carlos.” She hung up the phone, feeling sadder than she would have expected. Of course, Carlos was meant to be one night only and he ’d wound up performing an intense encore. Ah, well, he’d been enough fun to take her mind off Sean for a while, and maybe that would be enough to tide her over until she found her next boyfriend. But the poor suckers who played her BFs never stood a chance.
She arrived at Sean’s garage, glad that she’d changed out of the hot suit. It was blazing out again, and even though it was about ten degrees cooler in Sean’s garage, it was still fucking hot. Sean had Godsmack blaring out of the stereo, so she knew he was in full-on work mode.
She saw him working on a bike in the back of the shop and goddamn. The boy had his shirt off. How the fuck could she maintain eye contact and have a normal conversation with him if he had his shirt off? As she got closer, she saw that he had a tattoo on his lower back that she’d never seen before. She couldn’t tell what it was and wouldn’t have a chance , because he stood and turned around just as she got closer.
And the sight of his naked chest took her breath away. He was pure, sweet man, through and through, the ideal for Nicki. Sean might have only been four inches taller than Nicki, but height didn’t make the man. Solid, lean muscle, lovingly cared for, with just a little bit of hair on the chest , dark brown nipples, and a six-pack. Mmmm. That was the ticket. And to think she’d actually caressed that hunk of man there before. But she’d blown it eight long years ago . And she was about to make a total fucking ass of herself now if she couldn’t concentrate. So she forced her silly licentious grin to become a friendly, warm smile. It was one of the hardest things she’d had to do in a while. “Well, you sure impressed the shit out of Carlos today.”
“He should be.” Why did Sean look so… pissed? He walked over to the stereo and turned the music down. Probably a good idea, since “Re-Align” was ending and the next song, “I Fucking Hate You , ” wouldn’t make the rest of the businesses on the block very happy. As he turned back around, Nicki noticed it for the first time —his bike…his obsession … was gone.
“What the fuck, Sean? Where’s your bike?”
A puff of air escaped his open lips. “Why do you think Carlos is so goddamn ed impressed?”
Nicki felt her eyes widen. “You gave him your bike?”
Sean gritted his teeth. “No. I sold it to him.”
“Why the hell did you do that?”
Sean turned around, walking back to the bike he’d been working on when she’d come in . “He was in a hurry.”
Nicki thought of Carlos holding her in front of her door last night bringing her to sweet orgasm and forced back a grin. “He wasn’t in that big a hurry. Trust me —I w ould know .”
“That’s what you think.” He picked up a wrench from off the bench beside the bike. “This is his bike here, and it’s got a fucked up tranny. I
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