I shook my head. “No, I’m good.” I smiled at him. “Thanks for the ride, old man.”
He scoffed. “You and Hudson are such brats. It’s no wonder you two are friends.” He smiled though, showing he wasn’t truly irritated with me. “Go on then. Call me or Hudson if you need help.”
I nodded. “I will. Drive safe.”
I slid out of the passenger seat and gently shut the door behind me. When I turned to face the shop, I jerked in surprise, not expecting to find both Kip and Michelle standing at one of the bay doors, both of them watching me. Kip had his arm wrapped around Michelle’s waist, and she leaned into him. She had grease streaks on her arms and hands, and a dirt smear had been swiped across her cheek. Kip was even messier than she was, and goddamn, if they didn’t look hot as fuck.
“Hello,chibi,” Kip greeted, smiling at me. Butterflies erupted in my belly, and I did my best to ignore them. “You almost didn’t make it before closing.”
I pressed my hand over my heart, pretending to be offended as I gave a mock gasp. Behind me, I heard Kreed pulling off the lot. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t have waited? I’m wounded.”
Michelle arched a brow at me, and that single look made me feel like a scolded child. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
“We would have, but we also have lives outside of this shop, bub.” The use of the nickname she’d given me softened the blowof her expression. Surely, if she was using my nickname, she wasn’tthatirritated with me, right? “We value timeliness.”
“Sorry,” I muttered. I quickly dropped my hand, properly chastised, and those butterflies disappeared, something sour taking their place. “Won’t happen again.”
She hummed and held out her hand to me. “Come on. Let’s show you what we did to your car, and then, we’ll head into the office, okay?”
I stared at her outstretched fingers for a moment then blew out a soft breath and placed my palm in hers. Her hand was a little rough with callouses, and I found I liked it. It was clear she was no stranger to manual labor, and I adored that she was so confident in what many deemed a man’s field.
As Michelle led me deeper onto the lot, I glanced at Kip out the corner of my eye. He walked on the other side of me, seemingly at ease.
Clearly, he felt my eyes on him because he asked, “Everything okay,chibi?”
“What? Oh, yeah,” I stammered, mentally cursing myself afterward and quickly ripping my eyes away from him.
Christ, what waswrongwith me? Every time I got around these two, I just lost all my confidence, it seemed. Ineverstumbled over my words. Never got tongue-tied or nervous, yet there I was, tripping all over my fucking self every time I got in their presence.
“Here we are,” Michelle announced, stopping in front of my car. She dropped my hand, and my fingers curled into my palm, suddenly feeling cold without her smaller fingers wrapping around mine. But then, Kip pressed his hand to my lower back, replacing her warmth. I didn’t dare look at him again for fear he’d see how desperately I wanted to be touched in my expression.
She popped the hood, then smiled at me. “We replaced your water pump pulley and the belt,” she explained, showing me the new parts. “And we test drove it. You’re good to go.”
“Thank you,” I said, meaning it. Not being able to go on a drive the past few days had been absolute hell. Sometimes, I needed reckless speeds to make my fucking head go quiet and empty. “Did you already charge Hudson’s card?”
“Yep,” she said. She closed the hood then passed me my car keys. “You’re all set, bub.”
“Be safe getting back home,” Kip instructed when I moved away from him and closer to the driver’s door. I already missed his touch, missed both of them touching me, but I didn’t want to linger. What I wanted to do was hit the highway for a while. “Text us when you make it.”
“I might be a while. Need to run errands first,” I lied.
He nodded. “We just want to know you made it home safely,chibi, whenever that may be.”
“Okay. Thank you again.” Then, I opened my car door and slid into the driver’s seat, feeling antsy and like I was crawling out of my fucking skin.
I craved both Michelle and Kip, and at the same time, I wanted to run the fuck away becausewhat the fuck were they doing to me?
Chapter Six
Kip
Michelle looked good enough to fucking eat in a dark red bodycon dress that hugged her curvy frame and heels that made her legs look a mile long. She’d done minimal makeup on her face—just enough to enhance her favorite qualities, like her pretty dark eyes, the cute bow of her lips, and her sharp jawline. And her black hair had been curled at the ends, falling around her shoulders like a waterfall. Her golden, creamy skin, courtesy of her Puerto Rican mother, seemed to almost glow beneath the living room lights.
“If we didn’t have a very important dinner to get to, I’d bend you over the couch and fuck you,” I growled, my dick half-hard behind the zipper of my black slacks. All I could picture was shoving that dress up around her waist, pulling what Iknewwould be a sexy, lacy thong to the side, and sliding my dick inside her while she wore those heels.
A coy smile tilted my wife’s lips.
“Patience, baby,” she teased, patting my chest condescendingly.
