“What do you need help with, Pixy?”
“Huh?” Her blue eyes were hazy and I swear her pink lips were even plumper. I couldn’t help wondering if she was swollen with need in other places as well.
“You said you needed help with something. What can I help you with?”
“Oh, there’s an engine I can’t get a bolt off of. It’s stuck, and with such a strapping young giant in my garage I might as well take advantage.”
“You can take advantage of this giant anytime you want. In fact, I encourage you to take advantage of me for the rest of my life whenever the need takes you.”
I moved in closer, our lips only an inch apart. She backed up, breaking us apart but not ending the electric pull between us. She grasped my hand and dragged me with her. I had the perfect view of her pert ass, making my cock strain even harder. She must have fairy blood running through her, because I was pretty sure she’d put me under a spell.
Placing the wrench down, she handed me a ratchet, pointing to the pesky bolt she’d been having trouble with. I cranked the ratchet once, loosening the bolt with ease.
“Shit, that shouldn’t be hot.” She gave a breathless laugh as she fanned herself.
“Is there anything else you need loosening, Pixy?” I was still crouched down in front of the engine admiring her from this angle. She was perfect.
“I think you’ve loosened enough stuff in this garage today, Hulk.”
Standing up slowly, I watched her intake a shallow breath. “There’s only one thing in this garage I want to loosen up.”
I pulled off her hat wanting to see what she was hiding underneath, and fuck if she was not hiding some more magnificent fairy shit. Her hair was shaved on the sides, the top long, with blue streaks through it. It was in a thick braid that went past her neck, now that it was no longer tucked under her hat.
“Fuck, Pix. I knew you were sexy, but now I’m never going to get you out of my system.”
“I think you’ll be fine, Hulk. Like I said, you’re a sexy strapping young giant. I’m sure biker skanks from far and wide flock to you.”
The flash of pain in her blue eyes made me crazy, did she not realize how fucking perfect she was? I wanted to strangle the fucker who hurt her, because it was obvious some dumbass biker punk messed her up. I also wanted to strangle the fucker for attempting to be near her. She was mine, nobody got to touch her besides me. All other men ceased to exist for her on a romantic or sexual level now that I knew she existed, just like all other women didn’t mean a fucking thing to me anymore.
“See, that’s something you should know about me, Pix. I don’t fuck around when I find something I want. I also don’t ruin a good thing when I see it.”
“Why, Hulk, such declarations on our first date. Be still my heart, you’re going to give me the vapors.” She used an old movie starlet voice as she waved her hand over her face.
“I’ll get the smelling salts. You’ll be fine, I’ve got you now.” I caught hold of her moving hand and kissed her knuckles completing the old school gesture with a small bow.
Her cheeks turned pink again. She was fucking adorable.
“I’m not some punkass biker, Pix. I take care of what’s mine, and I don’t let anyone make them feel less than.”
“This is the weirdest conversation I’ve ever had. Has anyone told you it’s better to go in slow? You’re just plowing right in.”
I leaned down, resting my forehead against hers. “I can go fast or slow, whatever you’d like. The end results will still be the same.”
“What are the end results?” Her lips brushed over mine as she talked.
“We’re both going to be out of our minds with pleasure. So out of our minds we won’t ever want to be with anyone else.”
“That’s a tad presumptuous.”
She had more to say, but I was done talking. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, savoring the taste of her gasp. Her arms locked around my neck keeping me where I was anchored to her tiny body. What she didn’t realize was, I wouldn’t move from her if the world was ending.
My hands traveled down to grab her tiny pert ass. My palms seemed bigger than her body, and my fingers spanned over her waist. With little effort I picked her up and set her on one of the work benches behind her, lining her up perfectly with my cock.
Her legs attempted to lock around me, but they were so short they wouldn’t quite make it. With an adorable growl she locked her heels into the waist of my pants lining up the seam of her coveralls with the zipper of my jeans.
We explored each other as if we’d been apart for years instead of just meeting. Zeus tried to explain to me how it felt when you met the one you’re supposed to protect, the one that was made for you, but I realized there were no words for how potent this was.
Finley was frantically pulling at my shirt while I was unzipping her coveralls. She was wearing a white tank top underneath with no bra, giving me a sexy view of her nipples.
