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“So?” I asked. “If we can’t get it out, then I’ve gotta take out the engine.”
“Not necessarily,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me. “Have you thought about going bottom up? The transmission would be easier to get out, and between the two of us I think we can do it tonight, change the bearing and clutch, and get it back in. You have shop lights?”
Did I have shop lights?
I scoffed.
“Of course I have shop lights. But that’ll take hours.”
“You got anywhere better to be?” she asked, lifting her brow in a challenge.
“Ugh. Get your ass down and let’s go bottom up,” I agreed after a moment, taking her hand and helping her hop down off the engine.
She landed beside her high heels strewn over the driveway, looking a mess in her skirt and grease stained shirt.
“Before we do this, you need to change,” I told her, opening the inner garage door.
We’d need to take the drive shaft out, which meant starting in the shifter inside the cab. It was going to get messy.
“Got anything I can borrow? I wasn’t exactly planning on working on a car when I went to work this morning.”
I just nodded and led her inside.
“Hopefully it’ll fit over your big ass,” I told her, heading to my room where I had a pair of sweats that may or may not fit her.
“Big ass?” she barked. “It’s just perfectly squeezable, thank you very fucking much,” she countered, smacking my ass.
I stopped and turned around, making her bash into me as she struggled to slow down.
“If you smack my ass, I’m smacking yours,” I told her, lifting my eyebrow.
“Is that a threat?” She looked amused as all hell, probably thinking I wouldn’t follow through.
Little did she know, we had a rapport in my unit where we’d smack each other’s asses as hard as we could, seeing if we could make the other fall over with the surprise of it. Extra points if we left a bruise or welt. I was an ass-smacking pro.
“A promise,” I growled back, not sure what the fuck I was thinking.
She wasn’t a member of my unit, and even though the girls I worked with played too, they were more manly than most of the douches I knew in the civilian world. Freya would never survive me.
“You hurt it, you kiss it better,” was her response as she passed me in the hallway, those fantastic tits of hers brushing against my arm as she went.
Dammit… Why did she have to be my oldest friend’s daughter?
Her spunk was fucking intoxicating.
I let her go and dig through the single chest of drawers in my bedroom, staying there by the door while she did.
“What about these?” she asked, holding up a pair of sweats that said ARMY STRONG down the pant leg.
It had been a gag gift from the guys, and I treasured them.
“There’s a pair in there that’re Adidas,” I said, waving my hand at the pair in her hands. “That one already has grease and shit on it.”
She nodded and dug back in until she pulled out the pair of gray sweats and put them up to her hips, probably deciding if she’d fit in them.
“Well, your assless hips are kind of small,” she admitted, looking down at it. “I’ll probably stretch them to their limits. That ok? They might form to me.”
“That's fine,” I agreed, reaching for the door handle to pull it closed.
