Discovering Stella (3 page)

“You
mean Lawson, right?” he asked with a cocky grin.

I furrowed
my
brow.
“Yeah,
Lawson
...
how’d
you
know that?”

“Because
I’m
already
here.”

Think before you act

The look
on
her
face was priceless. In fact, the entire look of
her
was priceless. Long brown hair framed
her
hot-as-fuck face, which had lips that made
my
cock beg
for
a kiss. I
couldn’t
stop looking at them:
plump,
soft, and slightly wet from
her
darting tongue — they drew me in like
an
addiction.

Stella —
her
name, which I knew
thanks
to
Todd’s
phone
call
— had
golden
tanned skin that glistened with perspiration
all
the way down to
her
legs, which were
now
pulled up to
her
chest. Clearly she was the modest
type,
although I think
it
was safe to say that she was also incredibly feisty —
my
throbbing nose, the
proof.

Wishing she would drop
her
legs and give me another view of
her
tits, I stood waiting like a
horny
teenager. I swear that, before she pulled
her
legs up to cover
her
chest, I had glimpsed a
nipple,
a
nipple
I wanted to suck in between
my
lips and gently
nibble on.
Jesus, get a fucking hold of yourself, Drake.

Shifting uncomfortably in
order
to create
some
space in
my
now
restrictive jeans, I managed a quick adjustment to the
pack
age.
It
took a shitload of willpower
not
to keep
my
hand there and stroke
my
growing cock right in
front
of
her.
Fuck,
she’s
hot.
I was
not
normally this turned
on.
Sex was
not
something I’d ever been starved of
...
a perk of being a fit, good-looking
bloke
in a small town. But,
for some
reason, this chick had me raring to go.

Stella’s
cheeks flushed red and she diverted
her
gaze
when she noticed
my
not-so-subtle
cock fine-tune. And that was
all
it
took to give me a full-blown, raging hard-on.

Her mouth dropped open then closed almost instantly, before she
raised
her eyes to mine.
“You
...
you’re
Lawson, the mechanic?”

I pointed to the logo
on
the pocket of
my
t-shirt which read
Knight Repairs
. “Sure am. Consider me your knight in shining
armour,”
I said with a cocky smile, loving
my
business name and its
double
meaning.
“It
also appears that you’ll be getting a ride from a strange man, after
all.”
Continuing to smirk arrogantly, I slightly adjusted myself once
more,
prompting Stella to furrow
her
brow
and deliberate
her
situation, seemingly weighing up
her
options, which were few and far between.

“Right! So what
will
you
do?” she asked with a heavy swallow.

“I’ll start by hooking your
car
to
my
truck back
there.”
I pointed in the direction of where I had parked. “Then I’ll drive
it
and
you
to Pittstown where
Todd
will
meet
us.”

She
nodded and sighed.
“Okay.”

Realising
that
she
wasn’t
in a
hurry
to release her legs and display her tits
anytime
soon, I
bit
back a smile and opted to play with
her.

“You
gonna get
out
of the
car
so I
can
hook
it
up?”

“Yeah,
of
course,”
she answered, waiting
for
me to
walk
away.
When I
didn’t
move,
annoyance slowly crept across
her
face in the form of pursed lips.
She
knew
my
game plan.
“Are
you
going to go and hook up
my
car?”

“Are
you
going to get
out
of it?” I countered.

She
gritted
her
teeth.
“Yes!
When
you
turn around, I will.”

“I
have no plans to turn
around,”
I answered, defiantly.

Stella blushed
again
and let
out
a frustrated breath.
“My
top
is wet and see-through.”

“Yes,
I
know.”
An
enormous smile crept across
my
face.
One
I tried to subdue,
but
failed
miserably.

She
stared straight ahead.
“I’m
not
moving until
you
turn
around.”

“It’s
nothing I
haven’t
seen before,
angel,”
I declared, like a cocky fucker.

Before I knew it, she was
out
of the
car
and in
my
face,
her
cheeks red and
her
eyes blazing with fury.
It
nearly knocked the wind right
out
of me.

“Don’t
you
dare
call
me
angel,”
she screamed, pointing
her
finger
into my
chest.

Stunned stupid, I raised
my
hands in surrender while watching a tear escape
her
eye.
Jesus fucking Christ, what did I say?
“Okay,
okay.
Shit,
I’m
sorry.
I
didn’t
mean —”

My
apology was cut short when she wrenched
her
wet singlet
top
over
her
head and threw
it
at
my
face. “There,
you
happy
now?
You
wanted to see
my
breasts, so
here
they are.
Take
a good
look.”

More
tears
were
making
their
way
onto
her
cheeks,
descending
further
where
I
tried
desperately
not
to
look
— really
tried.
But
I was a
man,
a
horny
fucking man
with
a
beautiful set
of
tits
right
under
my
nose,
and
no
matter
how
much
I
struggled
with
breaking
eye
contact
and
proving
I was
not
a
chauvinistic pig,
I
failed
and
looked
down.

“Like what
you
see?” she sobbed

Hell yes, I like what I see
. Perfectly rounded tits, rising and falling before me with every breath she took in. They were stunning. Closing
my
eyes
for
the briefest of seconds, I clenched
my
fists by
my
sides in a desperate attempt
not
to raise
my
hands, touch
her
rack and bring
her
lips to meet mine. Instead, I got
my
shit together and quickly snapped
my
eyes back to hers, wrenching off
my
polo shirt and threading
it over
her
head.
“I’m
sorry.
Fuck.
Here.”
I fumbled like
an
idiot.
What the hell is wrong with me?

She
just stood there like a statue,
as
if
her
body were
present
but
her
mind elsewhere.

“Stella. Stella, shit,
I’m
sorry,”
I said in panic, fumbling further with my shirt.
Her
eyes were focussed
on
my chest,
as
if I were a brick wall, or
not
even there at
all.
“Stella!”
Fuck, what have I done?
I picked up
her
arm which fell limp, so I picked
it
up
again
and pulled
it
through the sleeve of my
top,
repeating the action with
her
other arm until she was completely covered
up.
Then,
taking
a step back, I placed my hands
on
her
shoulders and bent down so that I could look
her
in the eye. “Stella, are
you
in there?”

Her
gaze
slowly refocussed, which was when she jerked herself free of
my
grip and stepped backward, nearly tripping
over
the uneven ground.

“Be careful,” I warned,
my voice
gentle, reaching
my
arms
out
to steady
her.

She
slapped them away and glared.
“Don’t
touch
me,”
she snarled.

Stella then zeroed in
on my
truck and started
walking
in its direction, stumbling
as
if she’d downed a bottle of wine.
She
opened up the passenger-side door and climbed in without so much
as
a
word.

What the fucking hell was that all about?
My
heart pounded
as
I stood there in shock,
trying
to
comprehend
what had just played
out
between us — It was
as
if I’d just stepped
into
The
Twilight
Zone
.

Right, break it down, Drake. She found out I was Lawson. I told her she was going to have to get into a strange
man’s
car. I groped my cock in front of her and basically forced her to show me her tits.
“Fucking
hell,”
I murmured to myself
as
I ran
my
hands
over
my
head.
Lawson, you idiot.

Turning
in the direction of
my
truck, I
went
to
walk
over
to where she was seated in
order
to apologise profusely and explain I
wasn’t
a creep,
but
I thought better of it.
No,
you tool, give her some space. She probably thinks you’re a rapist.

“Shit! Motherfucking shit!” I cursed to myself
quietly,
now
resting both hands
on top
of
my
head.

I had
to let
it
go
for
the time being,
give
her
a chance
to
calm
down
or
take a
breather.
The
whole situation
was
just
fucking
weird
and,
to
be
honest,
I
wasn’t
convinced
that
she
wouldn’t
smack
me
in the
nose
again as
soon
as I
got
anywhere near
her.
That was
why
deciding
to
focus
on
securing
her
car
to
the back
of
my
tow
truck and giving
her
some
space was the perfect
option
— the
only
one,
really.

As
I activated the tilt tray to elevate, I
couldn’t
help but
think that even though I’d been
an
absolute
arsehole, there also had to be
more
to
her
reaction — she had flipped quicker
than
a fish
out
of
water.
Everything about
her
response was weird, so much so that I was
now
hesitant to go anywhere near
her.
I
didn’t
know
how
she’d react, and I sure
as
shit
didn’t
want to set
her
off again.
Unfortunately,
I
didn’t
have the
option
of just standing by
my
truck
for
all
eternity,
so I
bit
the bullet and opened the
driver’s
door,
tentatively climbing in.
She
didn’t
acknowledge me at first, and feeling
as
if I had to say something, anything, I proceeded to apologise.