Another loud clatter sounded from beneath the car. “Fuck.”
“Down with something at the time.” I smiled sweetly at my dad. “But I’m fine now, Dad.”
“Good girl yourself.” Dad smiled and then turned his attention to the phone ringing in the office. “I better answer that.”
“Yeah, you really should, Dad.”
“I’ll be back in a minute,” he muttered, hurrying off in the direction of the ringing phone.
“Take your time, Dad,” I called out, when he closed the office door behind him. “Please.”
“Fucking with me in front of your dad?” Rolling out from beneath the car, Joey glared up from his perch on the creeper. “That’s a new low, Molloy.”
“How about I just fuck you, instead,” I teased, slowly lowering myself onto his lap. “Hmm, Joe?”
“Please,” he groaned, hands moving to my hips to stop me before I could straddle his dick. “Don’t do this to me.”
“Don’t you want me?”
“Molloy.”
“We could have so much fun on this thing,” I purred, rocking my body enough to make his body roll back and forth on the creeper. “Don’t you want to play with me, Joe?”
“Please,” he begged, holding firm. “I will play with you later.”
“Fine.” Huffing out a breath, I climbed off him and resumed leaning against the car. “I really did have a dream about you last night.”
“Is that so?”
“Uh-huh. It was epic.” I poked his blue overall-clad thigh with my foot and grinned. “And I really was soaking when I woke.“
“Okay.” Quickly springing to his feet, Joey grabbed a rag off the trolley and wiped his oil-stained hands. “I can’t be hearing this when I have to spend the next four hours with your father.”
“Casey and I had managed to sneak into an over eighteen’s nightclub in the city,” I continued, not listening to a word he said. “She ditched me in the smoking area for some guy, and when I was all alone on the dancefloor, you appeared.”
“That’s it?” He folded his arms across his chest. “That’s your epic dream?”
“Not all of it,” I whispered, stepping closer, and then laughing when he took two steps back to put some space between us. “You were flirting with me, and you bought me a beer.”
“Wow,” he deadpanned. “Aren’t I the gentleman?”
“You weren’t when you took me into the bathroom and fucked me against the sink.”
“Against the sink?” Now, I had his interest piqued. “How was that for you?”
“Epic.” I smiled. “Except that it wasn’t our first time. In my dream, we had been having sex for months.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “In mine, too.”
“Funny.” I took another step towards him. “You came home with me afterwards. You were so… sad.”
“Sad?” His brows furrowed. “I just fucked you in a nightclub toilet, Molloy. Why would I be feeling anything other than delighted with myself?”
“You wouldn’t tell me,” I explained, sidling closer to him. “You were just so adamant that you couldn’t go home. So, you slept in my bed with me, and we were together the entire night.” I blew out a shaky breath. “See? Epic dream.”
“Huh. Sounds similar to the dream I had last night,” he said with a thoughtful look about him. “But you were fucking me from above and I was far from sad about it—”
“Joe, that was Mary Dineen,” Dad called out from the office doorway, causing Joey to practically leap away from me. “She’s after breaking down by the halfway roundabout.”
“He told her about that head gasket,” Joey whispered, smirking. “But would she listen?”
“I told the woman that head gasket didn’t have another ten miles in it, but would she listen?” Dad growled.
Joey winked, and it was slightly unsettling how well he knew my father.
“Well, now she’ll be paying a lot more than she would have been.” Dad shook his head in frustration and grabbed the keys of the tow-truck. “The tight old biddy.”
“Do you need me to come with you?”
“No, lad, you’re grand here. Just finish off the oil change on the Rover, and you can call it a day. I’ll be half the day trying to sort this out.”
“Fair enough.”
“Good lad yourself. Don’t forget to lock everything up when you’re leaving,” Dad called out, as he climbed into his truck. “Aoife, do you want a spin home, pet?”
“No, I’m grand, Dad,” I called back, waving my father off as he started the engine. “I have my car with me,” I added, knowing that it would delight him.
“Good girl yourself.”
He beeped twice before pulling out of the garage.
“Now.” Turning back to the boy who looked disgustingly sexy in his overalls, I pounced. “Where were we?”
“I was finishing up an oil change,” he said, sidestepping me. “If you can behave yourself, you can keep me company until I’m finished.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Molloy.”
“What? It’s Saturday. It’s my day off.”
“Then feel free to go enjoy yourself,” he drawled, quickly setting to work like the dutiful apprentice he was, “Because I have to work on Saturdays.”
“Joe.”
He shook his head. “No.”
Reaching for the buttons on my blouse, I flicked the top one open. “I bet I can change your mind?”
“Out.” He slammed the hood of the car down. “Get out now.”
“Fine, fine.” I relented. “I’ll be good, I swear.”
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Keeping Joey company while he worked turned out to be a very un-boring experience. He knew his way around a car almost as well as my father did, and that wasn’t an easy feat.
Straddling the creeper, I had spent most of the afternoon wheeling back and forth, while we chatted shit and exchanged banter.
He was explicitly clean, too, I found myself noticing, as I watched him clean as he worked. Tidying everything up and putting every nut, bolt, and tool back in its place before he finished up.
“So, what’s the plan?” I asked from my perch on my father’s desk. Legs swinging, I reached into the large tub of lollypops, and scooped up a red one. “What do you want to do for the rest of the night?”
“I should probably go home and check on things,” he admitted, keeping his back to me, as he scrubbed his hands at the sink. “I’ve been here since early this morning and I—“
“No,” I protested, unwrapping my lollypop and popping it in my mouth. “You can’t go home.”
He sighed heavily. “Molloy.”
“It’s Saturday night,” I moaned. “And I’ve waited all day for you to be done.”
“I know, and I get that, but I have responsibilities at home.” He turned to look at me. “I’ll walk you home first.”
“I brought the car.”
He smiled. “How’s that going for you?”
“Shocking,” I admitted. “I can’t get past third gear.”
He laughed.
“Listen.” Springing off my perch, I prowled towards him, giving him my best moves, as I tried to look as enticing as possible. “How about if we just—”
“I have to go home,” he warned, arms coming around my waist when I reached his chest. “It’s not a matter of want, it’s a matter of need, okay?”
“Fine.” Letting my head fall forward against his chest, I muttered a string of curses under my breath. “Or,” I quickly added when an idea came to me. “Since you’re finishing work an hour earlier than usual, you could come to my house and spend that hour with me, and I’ll drive you home afterwards.”
“You’ll drive me home?”
“It’ll be good practice. And you’ll still be home on time to do whatever it is that you need to do.”
“I don’t know, Molloy.”
“Mam’s not at home,” I hurried to say. “And Kev’s at one of those creepy sleepovers.”
I could see the temptation in his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, we would be all alone.” I went in for the kill. “In an empty house, with a big bed, and no distractions.”
I felt his enthusiasm grow against my belly. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t ya?”
Grinning, I reached for his hand and pulled. “Let’s go.”
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My back hit the mattress moments before Joey came crashing down on me.