Page 23 of Dark Thirst (The Scandalous Novellas)

I t’s a little after five when I finally arrive at the shop Sean works at, and I park across the street to watch as a couple of guys wearing oil-covered outfits walk out of the place.

I remember Sean mentioning how he likes to stay late to get some extra hours in, so I figured he might be alone.

Google says the place closes at five, so I can’t imagine there will be anyone else there.

I’ve never been here before, but there is a small waiting area in the front with a handful of chairs, an industrial size coffee maker in one corner, and a TV mounted on the wall.

The carpet is stained with what I can only imagine are different car fluids, and the place smells like motor oil.

As I’m taking in the front area, I don’t notice Sean walking up behind me.

“Michelle?” His deep voice startles me, and I spin around to face him.

I don’t know what to say, and neither does he, but his face says it all.

There’s longing in his eyes and his mouth is open without words coming out of it.

Well, I guess my idea of surprising him sure worked. The man is speechless.

I cock an eyebrow and cross my arms as I breathe in deeply. “Surprised?” I ask in a sarcastic tone.

He laughs slightly. “Yeah, definitely. What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in school? You have class tomorrow.”

“I know. But I came here to talk to you. In person.” I break out in a cold sweat as I say those words. The thought of never being with him again makes me want to carve out my heart and stomp on it. I swallow the knot in my throat. “I figured it would be best to do this now.”

“Do what now?” His voice deepens even more, and there’s a look in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. It’s not confusion, it’s pain. He knows.

“I’m just finishing up on this Chevy in the back. There’s no one else here right now.”

“I know,” I quickly interrupt, and he shakes his head. “Well, come on into the back, and we can talk while I finish. The customer wants his car back in the morning. Just… watch where you step. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He turns around and walks through a door behind the counter and I follow.

There is a car with no tires on a lift and there’s equipment lying around all over the place.

He was right. I need to watch where I step or I’ll end up impaling myself on something.

His gait is different—defeated, deflated—and another pang goes through my chest. I know this will hurt him as much as it hurts me.

He rests his elbows on a mat that’s on the front end of the Chevy he’s working on and breathes deeply. “What’s wrong with it?” I ask.

“The alternator went out. It also needed new plugs and a timing belt. Almost done putting her back together, so it’ll be ready in the morning,” he says softly. “Talk. I’m listening.” But he won’t look at me.

So I place my hands in the pocket of my hoodie and bite the inside of my cheek—a bad habit I have when I’m nervous about something.

“Life will be easier if we just end things. It was a mistake for us to become… involved like we did. It was fun, but it’s time to end things.

” There, I said it in one breath, and I feel lightheaded now.

The silence from him is deafening. It angers me that he is still working on the car in front of him instead of talking with me.

I take a step forward, and he finally halts his actions and turns to face me while wiping his hands clean.

“Is that it?” he says through clenched teeth.

“Because, as you can see, I have work to do.” Now his eyes show anger. Hatred. Betrayal.

I’ve never felt afraid of him until now.

Not even when he was hunting me down in the dark or in the motel room with a knife.

But now, he looks like he hates me and could tear me apart for hurting him.

I would deserve it. I honestly don’t care what happens to me now.

“Yes, that’s it.” My voice quivers, and my eyes water.

He fixes his steel-gray eyes on me, and I suddenly can’t breathe.

He closes the space between us in two strides, and then his lips are on mine.

I wrap my arms around him and press my body against him tightly.

He puts his hands on my head and doesn’t let go.

Even if this is the last time I get to taste his lips, I’ll never forget what it feels like.

The entire world can crumble around us and I’d always feel safe in his embrace.

He kisses me hard, with passion and love. His tongue explores my mouth and dances around my lips. I let the tears roll down my cheeks and can taste the saltiness on the corners of my lips. Only then do I realize I am not only tasting my own tears, but his as well.

As he pulls his lips away, he presses his forehead against mine and sniffles. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. That I couldn’t be what you needed, but I understand.” His voice quivers, and he swallows deeply before stepping away.

I can't breathe. My chest is so tight, almost as if my lungs can’t expand enough for me to catch a breath.

He won’t look me in the eye as he says, “I love you, Michelle. I always will. I’ll never forget how you make me feel, and I know I’ll never find another woman as perfect as you.

Go back to school. Live your life and be happy.

” He turns to go back to the car he was working on while wiping the fresh tears he had shed from his face with his shoulder.

I’m rooted to my spot and can’t speak. I love him too.

I want to be his, and only his forever, but the words won’t come out of my stupid mouth.

Instead, I stand here in the middle of the shop staring at him with tears running down my face while his back is to me.

So I rush over and wrap my arms around him from behind.

“I’m sorry!” I sob into his back, “I love you. I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t know what else to do!” I press myself so hard into him, my glasses ride up higher on my face and fog up from my heavy breathing.

He turns around and wraps his hand around my throat.

“Wait here,” he says, grabbing a set of keys off his bench and walking out of the shop.

A few moments later, I hear the roar of a familiar engine and the bay garage door opens.

Sean is in his sleek black Mustang and he pulls into the space at the end.

My heart races at the thought of what he has in mind.

The garage door closes, and when the mechanical whirl stops, he opens the driver’s side, gets out of the car, and pulls the seat forward.

“Get in,” he calls out. I don’t think twice at his command and make my way over to him, all while watching where I step so I don’t trip over something.

I walk over to the driver’s side where Sean is waiting for me and climb into the backseat.

He follows, and it immediately feels cramped back here.

Thankfully, I’m short so I can fit back here with no problem.

Sean is over six feet tall, so he sits back and spreads his legs wide.

His knees hit the back of both front seats.

“My hands are dirty,” he says while holding them up, and I see they’re covered in dried oil and dirt from the car he’s been working on today.

“But I want to taste you one last time.” I watch his cock get hard in his pants, and he moves to grab my waist and positions me facing the front of the car, in between the two front seats.

“Pull down your pants and lean forward.” I do as I’m told and lean against the center console with my ass in the air, facing him.

“Spread your ass cheeks apart for me, princess,” he growls.

I can hear him lean forward as I bring my arms back and place a hand on each side of my ass, spreading them apart for him.

His tongue brushes against my ass, and I squirm.

“Don’t move,” he whispers while his face is in my ass.

I am overwhelmed by the sensation of him licking me in a place no one has ever touched before.

My pussy is aching to be touched, but he keeps circling his tongue around my tight hole and teasing me.

I love it. My moans fill the car. “Please don’t stop,” I breathe out.

“Like me licking your asshole, baby girl?”

“Yes, it feels so fucking good.” I moan while pushing against his face harder. His tongue travels down further to lick my wet pussy, and finally reaches my clit. Oh god, getting eaten from behind is incredible and feels so different. My knees quiver as his tongue fucks my pussy, but I need more.

I turn around to undo his pants and take his cock out.

His head is already slick with pre-cum, and I don’t dare waste any time before facing forward again and sitting on his lap, fully taking him inside of me.

We both moan out in pleasure. I love how he stretches my tight pussy with his thick cock.

He stretches me out so much that it almost hurts, but in a good way.

He grips my waist with his dirty hands and digs his nails into me as I ride him reverse cowgirl style, using the front seats as leverage. I slam my ass into him over and over, and the angle we’re in makes his cock hit the inside of me in a way that makes me want to come already.

Leaning back into his chest, I pull up my hoodie just enough to expose my bra and take my tits out. Sean wraps his arm around my neck, holding me in place while he pulls and twists on one of my piercings.

He bites my neck, and the pain quickly turns into pleasure as I grind against him, chasing my orgasm.

“You’re mine, forever,” he groans, and I arch my back to get into a better position as he thrusts against me, making my whole body shake.

Moments later, I feel his cock twitch inside of me, and he fills me up with his cum.

Instead of enjoying this last moment with him inside of me, I hear a familiar voice calling his name from afar. We both stop breathing for a moment and quickly pull away from one another.

Oh shit, why is she here?