Page 2 of Mechanic Daddy’s Girl (Daddy’s Girl #10)

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“ I s that so?” Callie’s baby-blue eyes flutter as her teeth sink into her plump lower lip.

That’s too straightforward.

I shouldn’t be wearing my wants and twisted desires on my sleeve without a care in the world. But from the second I saw her, I knew my fate was sealed.

She’s. Fucking. Perfect.

Everything I could’ve dreamed of in a stray little lamb crossing my path. And so much more.

Say something.

“You’ve seen the size of me, right?” I halt an instinctive need to flex my arms in some vain attempt to impress her. Not that trying to stiffen my muscles would do much anyway. I’ve been rock hard since the second we met.

“I have,” Callie coos, flicking her head to the side. Her eyes lazily scan my form until they come to a stop near my midsection. “And so far, I’ve gotta say I’m impressed. They make ‘em big out here.”

I scoff and shake my head. “That they do.”

Small talk and flirtation aren’t my strengths. Hell, I’m not much for talking at all. But sticking to my guns on those points isn’t going to get me any further with Callie.

“Need me to turn on the AC?” I take a step closer to her. The answer’s obviously yes, with her skin glistening from a thin layer of sweat.

One in particular catches my attention, and my eyes follow instinctively as it trails down her shoulder and into the V of her shirt.

I lose the bullet between her breasts, but I forget about it almost as fast when I see the dark blue lining of her bra sticking out the top.

To make things worse, Callie pinches the front of her shirt, tugging at it to let air in through the neck hole.

And with my eyes pinned to her chest, my view of what’s beneath couldn’t be better. The dark material, probably cotton, engulfs two enormous mounds bouncing playfully as she tugs at her shirt.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” Her eyes float back to mine, and I could get lost in the sight forever. Smoky rings from her eyeshadow make the blue pop bright and vivid. And the closer I get, the wider they grow. Like she’s expecting me to do something much more intimate than flicking a switch.

But let’s face it, with the way things are going between us, I already have.

Callie releases her shirt when I stop in front of her, peering up at me with nervous anticipation for why I walked over.

Releasing her shirt, it clings to her body, exposing an otherwise petite frame.

Big tits curve into her narrow hips and waist, only for them to explode outward again in a huge ass my face wants to be a seat for.

Still, even in the doe-eyed nervousness of why I came over, a devilish smirk tickles her features.

The kind that says she knew exactly what she was doing.

Tempting fate and teasing the bull. Gotta hand it to her, I wouldn’t have the balls to make that move if I were in her position.

However, it goes a long way in making my aching cock feel less shameful.

It’s the reaction she was after, and buddy, she got all ten inches of it.

But where I would’ve loved to give her more than what she asked for, now isn’t the time.

Just so happens the air-conditioner switch is right behind her, and I’ll have to get real close if she wants it on.

Sure, it might not be my most well-thought-out ploy, but it beats my mind tripping over itself for something to say.

I lean over where she’s sitting to the nob and twist the dial.

A machine roars to life before cold air instantly floods the room.

But with my task complete, I find it almost impossible to pull away from this place, getting my first lungful of her intoxicating scent.

A mixture of vanilla and coconut that tickles my nose and makes my mind implode.

Sure, it’s probably her shampoo, but Goddamn it’s satisfying.

Fuck. Get a hold of yourself, man.

My jaw clenches, and I swallow uncomfortably hard.

I can’t be having these thoughts. We shouldn’t be playing this game. As fun as it may be, one look is all it took to know she’s too young, pretty, and innocent for a monster like me. And still, that just makes me want her more. Like I’ll be getting a big bite of some juicy forbidden fruit.

I stay longer than I should, basking in the intimacy of being so close without either of us trying to touch, before finally breaking away, lungs burning like I’ve just run a marathon. Who am I deluding with the thoughts of not pursuing this? Wrong as it may be, it feels so right.

And who am I to stop myself from this detour of pleasure?

“Want me to show you the damage?” I ask, voice straining. Every inch of me is fighting to stay in control, but it’s a losing battle. Seeing a broken engine isn’t going to change anything about her situation, but it should buy me some time from these overbearing thoughts.

She nods and jumps to her feet, so close her breasts brush against my belly. Christ, her bra isn’t doing much to hide the sharp points of her nipples poking into me.

“Sure.” She slips past me, the naughty smile never leaving her face. A sign that everything she’s done and is doing is part of the plan.

She heads for the side door leading to my workshop as if she owns the place.

Not that I’m complaining, it gives me a chance to look at her bare, milky legs sticking out of her tight jean shorts.

Fuck, looking isn’t the word. I’m studying them.

Burning every curve into my mind so I’ll never forget them.

“Watch your step,” I warn as she reaches the stairs into my shop. Though my tools are mostly scattered across tabletops and wall mounts, the floor’s a mess of oil stains and other leaks I haven’t bothered cleaning.

“I think I’ve got this.” She snaps her head in my direction, giggling playfully. “It’s not my first time walking, you know?”

Cute. Real fucking cute.

What does it say about me that Callie’s beating me at my own game? One-liner quips that leave me wanting her more and more.

Callie wanders deeper, and I finally follow after her. By the time I reach the door, she’s inspecting my tools like they’re some alien technology. Head snapping to every shiny object while her body sways with skipping steps.

I head over to her car and stand in front of the open hood, waiting. Watching. Thrilled by having someone so full of life in my workshop. Why rush her? It’s not like she’s going anywhere with a busted radiator. And the longer I keep her here, the better my chances will be of hooking her in.

“Oh shit, you’re waiting for me,” she says after a minute or so.

“Take your—” I’m cut off when her skipping foot collides with a puddle of oil.

I move before I can think. Dart to her side and catch her with a spin mid-fall, one hand wrapping around her tiny waist and the other sliding behind her neck. She lets out a panicked yelp as her palms slam into my chest, nails digging into my shirt as she clutches on for dear life.

I grunt, heart pounding in my chest, while staring deep into her wide blue eyes. Only now realizing that I’ve got her dipped back like we were dancing. So close I could kiss her. And everything on her face says she wants me to.

“Told you,” I say, trying to break the tension.

Callie chuckles and flicks her head to the side, her long blonde curls swaying beneath her. “How was I supposed to know there was a wet spot?”

“I bet it’s not the only one.”

Her eyes widen as red flushes over her otherwise pale features.

Huh, maybe I can flirt. It’s just not the sweet kind. Mine’s dirty, raw, and brutally honest.

And though her grip softens against my chest, balled fists replaced by flat palms, she shows no sign of wanting to pull away.

Just staring into my eyes, into my soul, with rosy cheeks.

I should let her go.

I don’t. Can’t. Frozen in place with no desire for this to end.

“How did you—” Callie cuts herself off to clear her throat of the nervous, choked sounds coming out of her mouth.

She continues once steadied, with more confidence than before.

“I’ve been sweating all day. Every inch of me is pretty much…

” She pauses for dramatic effect, eyes narrowing into a sultry stare. “Soaked.”

“Jesus Christ.” My grip tightens instinctively. Fingers itching to explore her body while she’s precariously dangling in my arms. “You’ve gotta be careful talking like this.”

“Why’s that?” She giggles briefly before turning her head to the open roller door, looking through it upside-down.

You’re knocking on a monster’s door, and you might not be ready to meet him , is the answer I would’ve given if her sudden shift in posture didn’t open the view to her massive tits pressed against a tight t-shirt.

Callie’s attention snaps back to me, and this time, I find the strength to get her upright and let her go.

Though I could’ve basked in clinging to her forever, I doubt she wants my greasy fingers muddying up her otherwise clean clothes.

But with it comes a momentary sadness in her eye, at least that’s what it looks like to me.

Almost as though I’m not the only one who wanted to linger as long as the world would let us. Locked for an eternity latched onto one another, no fuss and no care for what’s happening around us.

“I might do something crazy if you don’t,” I say.

“Is that so?” She’s still dangerously close to me. I barely have to move to grab her and pull her into a kiss. God knows it’s tempting. “What kind of craziness could I expect?”

And here it is. My last chance to back away and let this pretty little thing go on to live a normal life.

Enjoy her youth without a hulking monster looming over her shoulder forever.

Because from the second I met her, the gnawing in the back of my mind told me to run.

Stay far away, for there’s no return once I cross this bridge.

“Take you to lunch.”

My response elicits a tremendous laugh from Callie, but the twinkle in her eye tells me she understands the implication behind the silly sentence.

“It’s a date.” She takes a single step back.

And my world comes crashing down around me.