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  His Mechanic

  Hwy 69 Series

  By:

  Peyton Cross

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  His Mechanic

  PROLOGUE

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

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  Copyright © 2019 by Peyton Cross

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. Peyton Cross holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

  PROLOGUE

  One year earlier

  “GET THE FUCK OUT!” She screamed and turned for the door, yanking it open. He took two large strides and grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn to him.

  “No, Gabby. I still fucking love you.”

  Gabby looked up into his green eyes. She watched the anger and confusion swirl around fighting for top spot. She bit her bottom lip, thinking just maybe she had overreacted. They had started dating six years ago in high school. She had believed they would always be together, have kids and watch them grow. She truly believed he was her soul mate, but now everything just looked smeared. She couldn’t see a day into her future, let alone a lifetime with him anymore. Her heart was broken.

  Gabby closed her eyes and hung her head. No, she hadn’t overreacted at all. He fucking chose work over her again. She was so done with this shit, the late nights, and the cheating. There were no more second chances- she was done.

  “I can’t do this anymore. You have to understand. If you don’t, you’re the one being fucking selfish. Now leave.” She whispered and felt the first tear roll down her cheek.

  Out of the two years they had been living together, Nate had been gone every other weekend for a week or two at a time for business purposes or so he said. He would come home smelling of perfume, and there would be odd numbers showing up on his phone. She had finally confirmed her suspicions the day before. Enough was enough, and she was so done.

  Nate’s hand released her arm, and he took two steps back. She watched a layer of disappointment and sadness roll over him. He blew out a deep breath almost in resign, knowing there was no point to continue the conversation.

  It was over. He knew he blew it, but she could see he was still so fucking pissed off.

  He ran a hand through his shoulder-length hair as his eyes locked with hers one last time. “Wow. You’re a piece of fucking work. So much for our plans, huh?” As those last words rolled off his tongue, Nate turned and walked out the door slamming it so hard the door almost came off the hinges.

  Gabby leaned against the counter, her hands shaking as the tears ran down her cheeks like a waterfall. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to wash the pain away. But she knew only time would heal this wound — nothing else.

  Chapter One

  One Year Later

  “Honey, you home?” The female voice trailed up the stairs and through the hallway.

  Jesus Christ! Gabby muttered to herself and turned off her vibrator. Her hand pressed against her swollen nub in an effort to ease the throbbing ache. She was so close. Right there and just about to come. Ugg. She rolled out of bed and slipped on her panties and threw on a pair of daisy duke shorts. She yanked on her blue tank over her lacy pink bra when she yelled out, “I’m coming.” And not literally either! Fuck!

  She threw her trusty bullet in the top drawer of her nightstand and headed downstairs. She walked down the steps and gave a look of disapproval at Holly. “What are you doing here?” She asked, honestly confused by her friend's appearance.

  “Umm. What the hell, Gabby. You told me to drop my keys off, remember? You’re going to change my spark plugs.” Her friend said standing in the doorway with both her hands resting on her hips impatiently waiting for a reply. Gabby watched a smirk slowly appear on Holly’s face.

  “What?”

  Holly let out a laugh. “Why is your face flushed? You have someone upstairs?” She asked while pointing a manicured nail towards the stairs.

  “Omg. Seriously.” Gabby said matter a fact and ran a hand through her long dark locks. She grabbed the keys from her girlfriend's hand and then started to usher her out the front door.

  “Bye, babe. Time to go. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

  Holly turned and looked back at Gabby. “You need to get laid sister. You’re so damn uptight all the time.”

  “Yeah, yeah.”

  Holly pointed at her. “You slut. That’s why you’re flushed. Using that vibrator again aren’t you.”

  “Bye, Holly. I’ll call you later!” Gabby retorted before shutting the door in her best friends face. Jesus Christ, why did she give her a key to her house? She smiled to herself as she turned and headed for the kitchen and grabbed herself a cup of coffee. It was only 8:30am, and it was a damn scorcher outside already. But then again, California was always so fucking hot.

  Gabby walked out onto the porch with her coffee in hand and sat on her old swing. She had lived in Cedar Heights her entire life and loved it. She would never leave this small town. This was where her roots were laid; all of her memories were of the only family she ever had.

  It was a quaint little town that sat along Route 69. It had a population of six thousand people which meant everyone knew who was fucking who and what type of toilet paper you wiped your ass with. You had to learn just to ignore the gossip and get on with your life, or you would always be worried about the latest rumour that might be going around. The small picturesque town was wrapped in nature; from the expansive forest and rivers to the rolling mountains to the south. There was one large body of water that was perfect for fishing, boating, or the occasional lazy float trip. It was definitely the hangout for most of the kids that attended Cedar High.

  She took one last sip and walked back into her little two storey house that she inherited from her parents, and placed her cup in the sink. Her large golden retriever, Lou bounced into her as he waited for a rub.

  “Come on, buddy. Time to go to work.” She smiled at her furry friend. He followed her outside and jumped into her Chevy. Gabby also inherited the family garage business after the accident. That kept her quite busy considering it was the only shop on the highway for over 75 miles. Cedar Heights sat about 100 miles east at the base of the Santa Monica Mountains. The view up there was spectacular. She was blessed living in this country but regretted enjoying it alone.

  She drove onto the gravel lot of the Cedar Heights garage and pulled up alongside of the building. Gabby swung open the door and headed into the garage office as Lou followed behind her. She had a full day’s work ahead of her. She looked down at Lou and scratched his head. “I think it’s going to be a hot one.”

  She got suited up in her overhauls and found Holly’s car. She parked the ford in the garage, lied down on the dolly and rolled underneath the vehicle giving it a thorough inspection. Even though Holly thought her spark plugs needed to be changed, she thought she would still give it a good look over.

  By the time lunch rolled around she had finished working in bay one on her best friend’s vehicle. She had to remove the overhauls due to the heat. Her AC had crapped out last week, and she hadn’t had time to fix it. She took a side glance
in the mirror as she walked by. Her face had a smear of grease on her chin and little on her forehead. Her tank top was a damn mess too. She finally climbed on top of a crate leaning over a ford explorer when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see who it was, but the sunlight assaulted her view. It was hotter than hell out and she knew she looked a mess wearing only a pair of blue jean shorts and a blue tank top that revealed a little too much. Gabby was only 5’2 inches tall and a little busty but damn she could hold her own if she had to. She stood straight and turned watching as the man approached. Lou stood to attention and gave him a low warning growl.

  “Shhhh, buddy. It’s ok. Hey, can I help you with something?” She asked, stepping down from the crate. She raised her hand to shade her eyes and looked up, trying to see him more clearly.

  “Yeah, looks like I blew out some tires.” The man explained, turning and pointing to his vehicle.

  Gabby looked past him to where he pointed and then started towards it. The front passenger and back tires were blown. God only knows how. She looked back up at the guy. “How the hell did that happen?” She watched him kneel down and feel the front tire and then look back up at her. “I have no idea. One minute it was fine and the next I had a blowout and then another a few seconds after the first. I’m lucky I didn’t hit someone or cause an accident.”

  Gabby drew her long hair back into a ponytail and secured it tightly while she walked back in the shade away from the blazing heat. “Do you know what size you need?”

  As she patted Lou, she sized the guy up. Jesus, holy hell he was hot. He had a sheen layer of sweat across his forehead. Dark curly hair and a five o’clock shadow along a very sharp strong jawline. He had light crystal blue eyes with long dark lashes, and his arms were threaded with muscles and tats. Her eyes darted over his shirt that looked like a second layer of skin and then to the large bulge in his denim jeans. Oh my god. Get a grip girl. It was hard not to look because she had ached for a hard cock for so long. It had been over a year. Gabby actually bit her bottom lip thinking about it when her eyes trailed back up to his and their eyes locked.

  Oh shit. Busted!

  She felt her cheeks burn at the fact she had just been caught sizing him up.

  “Umm. I’m sorry. Here follow me into my office, and I can check the inventory.” She turned and started walking away. Friggin idiot she muttered to herself.

  When they reached the office, she turned to him, and he had a smile plastered on his sexy face.

  “What’s so funny?” She asked.

  “You were totally checking me out. Do you do that often?” He asked as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “So what. I’m human.” She shot back turning to the computer. “What size did you say you were?”

  A chuckle escaped his lips. “I didn’t, but you can come and find out for yourself if you like.”

  Gabby felt a heat in her core and then turned around to face the stranger. “Excuse me?”

  “You just asked what size I was.”

  She flushed crimson and shook her head. “I meant the tires smartass.”

  “Mmmhmm. Of course, you did.” He pushed a foot off the wall and took two strides toward the computer and stood next to her. She could feel the heat from his body, and it made her stomach flip.

  Gabby turned and smiled up at the stranger. “Looks like I have them in stock but it’s going to take at least an hour before I can get to it. Do you have someone that can pick you up?”

  “No, I’ll just wait around here if you don’t mind.”

  Gabby took a few steps toward the door and turned to face him. “Sure, suit yourself.”

  Chapter Two

  When Jason pulled up to the garage, he expected to see an over aged beer belly of a man that stunk from body odour. Not a hot as fuck goddess with her ass hanging out of her daisy dukes. Jesus! When she turned around that pretty little face had streaks of grease here and there making her look like one of those chicks off a pinup poster. She tucked a long black strand of hair behind her ear and then held her hand up to hide the sun from her eyes.

  But what really had him going was after she inspected the tires Jason couldn’t help but let his eyes roam. Her blue tank top was damp from the California heat and her working on cars all morning albeit and her tits. Jesus, what a sight! Those tight little nipples were hard pebbles jutting out at him just waiting for him to roll them between his fingers. And those legs and thighs made his balls ache. His cock twitched in his jeans, and he turned to see her checking him out, more specifically, her eyes were staring at the bulge in his jeans.

  Naughty girl, he thought as he followed her into the office to check if she had the tires or not. He was hoping she would, that way he could sit back and enjoy the show. When he walked over to her to take a look at the computer screen, she turned and faced him, her plump breasts jutted out and almost touched his chest. Jason looked down to see her looking up at him. The top of her head reached his jaw, she was so damn tiny, and all he could think about was ramming his cock in that tight little cunt.

  It was his lucky day; she actually had the tires in stock. “I can give you a hand if you like. It’s no problem.” He said following her out to the garage.

  “No, you can grab a seat in the office. I wouldn’t want you to get dirty.” She said.

  “Alright, but I’ll just watch if you don’t mind.”

  He watched as she drove his car into the garage bay and raised it up on the hydraulic lift and started to remove the two tires. There was room for three cars in the garage. Tools and tires were everywhere in the general clutter. Grease and oil seemed to permeate one surface, including one area of the floor.

  “So you lived here long?” He asked as he leaned up against a counter that was partially clean. He couldn’t help but to stare at both ass cheeks that poked out from under the daisy dukes when she bent down. God, his balls were aching. It was so erotic to watch this beauty work on his vehicle without any issues.

  “Umm, yeah. All my life actually. What about you?”

  “I’m actually from Santa Monica but investing in some property just on the edge of town with my brothers.” He watched her stop what she was doing and turn to look at him. “Really. Whereabouts?”

  “On the other side of Cedar Lake. We are building a resort there next year, so I’ve been house hunting.”

  “Oh. So you’re moving here?” She asked.

  “Eventually. It won’t be permanent, just something to hold the fort while the plans get laid out. So how does a young beauty like yourself end up working in a garage?” He shot her a smile and then she turned her head to look at him again. She couldn’t help but smirk. “A young beauty? Does that line actually work for you?”

  “Oh, come on. I'm serious.” Jason stood up and walked closer to her.

  “Well, if you insist. I inherited the garage. It was my father’s, and I couldn’t close it. It’s the only one in town. Actually, there isn’t another garage for at least 75 miles. So you’re actually pretty lucky that you made it here.” She gave him a quick wink before turning her attention back to the vehicle.

  “Nice. Hey, can I use your bathroom?”

  “Yeah, it’s in the office on the right.”

  When Jason came back, Gabby was finished, and she was wiping her hand with a rag. “What’s your name by the way?” He asked, stopping right in front of her.

  “Gabby. And yours?”

  “Jason.” He replied and held his hand out. They shook and started to make their way back into the office when Gabby turned and watched Holly pull up and get out of a vehicle.

  “In the office, honey!” She yelled out. “Take a seat, Jason. I just have to deal with this. It won’t be long.”

  Jason watched as the young blonde woman strolled into the office. She wore a yellow sundress with black heels and a pair of black Chanel sunglasses.

  “Hey bitch, is my car ready?”

  Jason stood up. “Whoa, there is no need f
or name calling.” He watched the young woman turn and look at him from head to toe. “Who’s this little stud muffin, Gabby? Is this the guy that made you all hot and bothered this morning or was it really just your vibrator?” She asked, letting out a laugh.

  “Seriously, Holly. Shut your mouth. Yeah, your car is ready.” Jason watched Gabby throw her the keys. “You can go now. I have an actual paying customer that I need to take care of.” She shooed her friend with her hand, indicating her to leave just as quickly as she had arrived.

  Holly turned to look at Jason again, this time lowering her sunglasses to drink him in. “Uh, huh. I’m sure he is a paying customer. Try not to make her scream too loud. It’s been forever since she got fucked.”

  Jason palmed the back of his neck and let out a chuckle as he watched the woman leave. He could see that Gabby was clearly embarrassed although maybe he could help a girl out?

  “Omg, you bitch. You’re lucky; I love you.” Gabby growled and took a quick step toward her friend and grabbed her by the elbow, ushering her out of the garage.

  When Gabby walked back into the office, she started to apologize. “Jason, I’m so sorry. The girl has issues. Serious issues.” She sat down and laughed as she started typing up his invoice.

  Jason stood and looked down at Gabby. “I could help you out with that problem of yours, you know.”

  Chapter Three

  Gabby blushed when Jason offered to help with her problem. How dare Holly announce that she hadn’t been laid in forever. But the girl was only speaking the truth. It had been over a year since she kicked out Nate, the damn prick. After she kicked him out; she had learned the truth. He had been running around with a young blonde girl that worked at the office with him. Gabby had found out that she was attending every out of town trip with him as his assistant.

  How convenient!

  Nate had been her only boyfriend and the only man she ever slept with. They were high school sweethearts, and she thought for sure that she would end up marrying him. So much for that idea. And now she was in her office with a man that she had never seen before and he was willing to help her out. Not just any man, a fucking God with rock hard abs and face you could stare at all day long.