Fix My Car, Break My Heart: Part 4

Hot. Slick. Hard. Throbbing.

My eyes are closed, I can't see a thing. I don't have to look to know who it is. It's HIM, my mechanic. I can feel fingers gripping my thighs just right. A firm body is nestled between my legs, moving and filling me without restraint. Warm lips glide over my breasts, just enough pressure to make me whimper with delight. I'm so close to cumming, it's ridiculous. He leans up to kiss me, changing the angle, sending me spiralling into mind-blowing bliss. His lips are on mine, fingers winding in my hair. My legs slowly drop from his waist, too shaky to hold on any longer.

My eyes fly open as he stills his hips, I don't have to look to know that he's smiling. I smile back as he balances on one elbow and gently strokes my cheek, still lodged deep inside me.

"That was. .. " I start to say, but before I can finish he cuts me off.

"Are you being attacked?" he asks in a worried, almost panicked voice that sounds nothing like his own, but exactly like Mrs Groseng. Wait . .. what the fuck?

I gasp as I wake up, a loud clanging sound on my window yanks me back to the cruel, real world where my nosy-ass neighbour is yelling for me to blink twice if I'm in trouble.

"I'm fine Mrs Groseng," I call out as I slip out of bed. My knees buckle, forcing me to grab the bed post for balance. Fucking hell, even in my dreams that boy can make me weak.

"Blink twice if you're being forced to say that," yells Mrs Groseng.

"And how are you going to know if I blinked if you can't see me?" I ask as I open my window and brace my elbows on the ledge to see her. That crazy old bat is standing there with her cane, her big ol' bug eyes bulging from beind her super-thick glasses.

"That was to scare off the bad people. If they heard me, they'd think I could see them," explains Mrs Groseng as she quickly looks me up and down. Well, the parts she can see anyway, thank God she can't see my bottom half, my panties are long gone and I have no clue where my shorts disappeared to. Best dream ever.

She clears her throat, yanking me to reality yet again. Sigh. I suppose she means well, but it can be a little. . .. ok. .. a lot, annoying.

"Thanks for your concern, but I'm fine," I say, preparing to close the window.

"Are you sure dear, you're looking a little flushed and I heard strange sounds coming from your house," she says, trying to see past me and into my bedroom. Of all the nerve!

"Look Mrs. Groseng, I appreciate your nos. .. er. .. concern, but I have to go fix the football team breakfast before I go to work." I explain, stepping back so I can close the window.

"Football team?" she asks, bunching up her nose in confusion.

"Yeah, the one I just had an orgy with," I say in my most innocent voice as I shut the window and pull the curtains closed. I hear her sputter and I instantly feel bad. Oh God, what if I just gave the old bat a heart attack?

Panic strikes and I sneak a peak from between the curtains. ACK! My heart almost jumps out of my chest as I get an up close view of what the inside of her ear looks like. She's got her ear pressed against the glass pane trying to eavesdrop. Hot damn, that's a hairy ear canal. I wouldn't be suprised if a small rodent popped it's head out of there. Hello hiding place of the 8th dwarf that Snow White never got to meet.

Fine, she wants to listen, I'll give her something to listen to. I'm about to jump on my bed and start a very vocal performance when I hear Stella from up the street yelling at Mr Paddington. No doubt Mrs Groseng will be pelting up the road to save her 'precious' chiuahua from Stella's morning rage. I chuckle as I shake my head, the morning ritual never changes, those old ladies will be the death of each other some day.

I peel my oversized t-shirt off as I make my way to the shower. The fabric is slick with sweat and I'm mortified to realise that the white material is see-through. Mrs Groseng probably got herself a good eye-full this morning. Hello headlights!

Oh well, that just backs up my football-team-gang-bang-story. No doubt she's going to spend the day at her window with a pair of binoculars, staring out my house, waiting to see a group of hot, sweaty guys leave. Good luck to her.

Speaking of hot, sweaty guys, it's been almost a week since I've seen MY mechanic. Yes, I still think of him as mine because. .. Well, I'm being a needy little bitch aren't I? But he was . .. as cliched as it sounds. .. the best I've ever had.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still pissed at him for leaving without so much as a goodbye, but dammit if I haven't been dreaming of him non-stop. The way his hands slid up my body, the look in his eyes when he glided inside me, the clench of his fists in my sheets as he tried to control himself, the. .. oh fuck, I need to get to work!

XXX

It's late afternoon and I'm standing in the middle of the road, frozen in place. I'm staring at the road sign that lets me know the garage is just around the corner. I didn't mean to come here, I don't know why I'm here. What am I going to say when I see him? How will he react when he sees me? Will he be apologetic about leaving or will he just blow it off? What if he acts like it never happened? What if he's all cold and indifferent? Ah fuck it! He has my car and I want it back.

It looks exactly like I remember it, but the garage doors are closed and there's no one in sight. I walk around to the back where I know his office is. I'm not even thinking at this point, my mind is the enemy and if I think about it too much, I just know I'm going to turn around and run home without asking about my car.

My heart is pounding in my chest, the sound is almost deafening as I prepare to knock on the door. Suddenly, I realise, that's not my heart, while its beating pretty loudly, the pounding sound is coming from somewhere else.

"Oh yeah, harder!" screams a feminine voice and a loud male voice grunts in response. Oh fuck, that sounded like my mechanic. Well I guess he's not just my mechanic anymore, he's probably hers too. Son of a bitch!

Shit, why is the world suddenly all blurry. Aw dammit, those are tears, filling my eyes and spilling down my cheeks. I hear a long wail of pleasure and I know the girl in there is cumming. I hear the pounding slow down and I hear a gentle, male voice whisper, "I love you." He's probably tucking her hair behind her ear as he leans in to kiss her, just like he did with me.

I sink to my knees, the sound muffled by the thick welcome mat. My face is buried in my hands as I hear her whisper the words back to him. This is wrong, I shouldn't be here. I hear her whimper as the pounding slowly resumes and I can't help but flash back to our morning together.

"God, I love those sounds you make," is what he'd said to me. All those things he told me, his sweet words, the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel special. .. . it was all an act. I was just an easy lay that he took full advantage of. Ok, maybe that's not fair, I practically threw myself at him, still, he didn't have to go through with it if he had this girl here waiting for him.

The pounding has eased up and I can tell they're going at it nice and slow in there. He's probably staring deep into her eyes like he did with me. I remember how he trapped my hands next to my head as he fucked me slow and sweet. I remember how he acted all concerned about me afterwards, checking on me, making sure I wasn't hurt. Tears are streaming openly down my face now and I can't make them stop. Oh God, how I want them to stop, my heart feels ready to explode into nothingness.

I knew this was a bad idea. I should leave, I knew from the beginning we didn't have a future together, it was just a one-night-stand, fucking get over it already. Easy enough to say, doing, however, is a different matter altogether. I want to get up and walk away, but I'm kneeling on the welcome mat and my entire body is numb, I can't move. I feel hot and cold all at the same time, I hear a loud sob, and I freeze as I realise it came from me.

"Did you hear something?" asks the girl. Oh fuck! I need to leave, now. I get to my feet as fast as I can manage. I hear footsteps rapidly approaching the door and I break into a run as I get as far away from the door as I can.

I can hear a male voice calling out to me, telling me to stop, but there's no way in hell that I'm going to stop and let him see me like this. Suddenly I crash into something solid. Fucking hell that hurt, did I just run into a wall? The 'wall' reaches out and stops me from falling backwards.

"I'm so sorry miss, are you ok?" asks the wall. I look up at it through bleary eyes and it takes me a moment to realise that it's a guy. It's the same guy who popped up in the window when I was sniffing my armpits the other day.

"Hey, are you ok?" he asks again. "I know you," he adds, as he holds me at armslength to get a better look. I hear footsteps rapidly approaching and my eyes widen. No, I don't want to see him, I don't want to talk to him, I don't want him to see me.

"I have to go," I say, embarrassed at how pathetic my voice sounds, all choked up with tears, and a little hoarse.

"Is that the girl?" asks a feminine voice from behind. Oh God, what did he tell her? Does she know we slept together? Hang on, why doesn't she sound mad? Why the fuck does she sound . . . more curious than anything?

"I think so," says a male voice behind me. "Did she hear?"

'Of course I fucking heard, the whole neighbourhood heard you,' is what I want to say, but I realise that it isn't HIS voice. I turn around and see the other guy that I'd seen on my first day at the garage. He's half dressed with his pants partially undone, you can tell he put them on in a hurry. There's a petite, blonde standing next to him, wearing what's probably his shirt, haphazardly buttoned down. They both look thoroughly fucked and are obviously the couple I heard.

"You're not Edward," I blurt out, totally confused, as I stare at Mr half-dressed.

"Name's Chris," he says, giving me a half wave, an amused grin on his face, "Edward's my brother."

"I take it you're Emily," says the girl as she steps closer to me. "You're a difficult one to find," she comments.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, totally lost at this point.

"You didn't hear?" asks the wall-like guy behind me.

"Hear what?" I ask, starting to get a little irritated, will someone just fucking tell me what the hell is going on?

"There was an accident sweetie, Edward is in the hospital and he's been asking for you for days now, but we couldn't get in touch with you," explains the girl, giving me a gentle smile. Wait, what?

The next few minutes are almost a blur, I feel completely numb as I'm vaguely aware of being jostled into a truck. The girl, her name is Rachelle, rambles on as she sits next to me in the backseat. The human wall, whose name is Ben, is driving the truck. They all tell me the story in bits and pieces. Turns out that after Edward left my house, he got into an accident, the details weren't all that clear, but he was thrown out of the vehicle and slammed into the side of a firetruck.

The doctors say he's going to make it, but he's banged up too badly to leave yet. Rachelle tells me that he's been asking for me every time they go see him. Chris berates me about my terrible handwritting in a playful manner as he goes on and on about the number of times they tried to call me, but each time, they were told they had the wrong number.

The ride takes no longer than 10 minutes, but I feel like it takes forever. I keep imagining him all alone in a hospital bed asking for me, thinking that I was ignoring him like I thought he'd been doing to me. Fuck, I feel like such a jerk now, all the times I'd went off on him in my mind, pissed off at him for leaving and not calling, but he hadn't had a choice. I'm so mad at myself for all the times I called him an asshole in my mind.

I'm vaguely aware of someone helping me out of the truck. The next thing I know, I'm standing in the doorway of a hospital room and HE is there. My heart almost stops. He's got little cuts all over his face, and one of his legs is in a cast, but aside from that, he looks ok. He's sitting up in bed, eating pudding. The look on his face when he sees me blows me away and breaks down my self-control.

His eyes light up and he practically throws the cup aside as he reaches for me. I don't remember moving, but I must have, because now, I'm wrapped in his arms, lips practically melded to his as we kiss. The room feels like it's spinning, his lips feel just as amazing on mine as I remember. After a few long moments, I break down, crying into his thin t-shirt, sobbing out apologies as he holds me close.

"What took you so long?" he murmurs in my ear, gently stroking my back, trying to calm me down. I want to answer him, but apologies keep pouring out of my lips and I can't stop. I need him to understand how sorry I am. I want to pull back, sit down next to him and calmly explain that I didn't know he was here. But I can't regain my composure, I'm a blubbering mess and I'm not ready to let go of him yet.

I hear a sniffle in the doorway, and feel a rumble ripple through his chest as he chuckles at whoever it is in the doorway.

"Are you crying?" asks Rachelle, and I hear a male voice say "no," in a choked up voice.

"Dude, man up," laughs Chris, making me guess that Ben, the human wall, is the one who sniffled. I had completely forgotten that we had an audience. My face is still buried in MY mechanic's chest, I'm in no hurry to move, his hands are soothing my back, God, I missed him so much. It's crazy, I know, I've only known him for a short while, but being with him feels. .. .right.

"Let's give them some privacy," says Rachelle, bless her. I hear the door close, but not before another sniffle escapes Ben.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, one last time as I tilt my head back to look at him, my arms still wrapped around him.

"Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about," he says, gently wiping away my tears with his thumbs. "I was the one who forgot to put on my seatbelt."

"I've been thinking horrible things about you all week. I called you all kinds of terrible names, I thought you'd left without saying goodbye," I explain, unable to look him in the eyes. "I'm so sorry."

"Ouch, that hurts," he says, putting a hand to his chest. I burst into tears again, feeling like the biggest asshole in the world.

"Hey, I was kidding," he says in an alarmed voice. "I would have left you a note, but I had planned on coming right back. You have nothing to be sorry about."

He's so sweet, I feel even worse about the things I thought about him.

"It's ok," he whispers in my ear before kissing the top of my head. I'm struck by how tired he sounds. Oh crap, he's probably in pain and I've been acting like all-overly-dramatic-crying-female, making him take care of me.

"I should probably let you get some rest," I say, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand as I start to pull away.

"No, not yet," he says, stifling a yawn. "I wish I'd known you were coming, I wouldn't have taken those sleeping pills they gave me earlier."

"Why sleeping pills, wouldn't pain pills be more. .. appropriate?" I ask curiously, watching him struggle to keep his eyes open. He's trying his hardest, but his eyes keep slipping out of focus.

"I haven't been sleeping too well, I kept imagining you out there, thinking I'd abandoned you," he admits sheepishly, even as his arms loosen around me. "I don't want to go to sleep now, I just got you back," he murmurs, making my heart melt. I slip out of his arms and settle myself behind him, leaning his back against my chest, being careful not to jostle his broken leg.

"You get some sleep mister, I'll be here when you wake up," I say, wrapping my arms around him.

"Promise?" he asks sleepily, barely able to keep his eyes open, yet still twisting to look at me.

"I promise," I reply, smiling at him. A quiet gasp escapes me as he plants a soft kiss at the base of my throat before adjusting himself comfortably against me.

"Mmmm," he replies sleepily. I can feel the sag of his body as he falls asleep and I lean my cheek on the top of his head.

I know I'm grinning like an idiot and I can't stop. I'm smiling so wide I know my face will be sore later, but I don't care. I've got MY mechanic back and now I know it was so much more than just a one-night-stand. Awww, he's making this little chortling sound as his hands cover mine. He's so adorable when he sleeps, I could spend all night just watching him, and I probably will.