Dead souls mc complete s.., p.43
Dead Souls MC (Complete Series #1-5), page 43
I didn't think there was permanent damage to the engine, but I wouldn’t be sure until I fixed up everything else.
Nothing was going on with the club, with everyone being paranoid about the rat. I had a few hours until I had to pick up Ana, so I got to work. I hopped into my Chevy and I went to the mechanic shop in town. Searched around in a few places for parts I would need, then went home and dug out my toolbox. I set myself up with a beer and a hanging light so I could see deep into the engine’s parts, then I got to work.
Within a few minutes I was cussing up a storm. The car was a fucking mess. Half the bolts were rusted over, and I had to use all of my strength to get them loose. It seemed like there were a few shitty patch up jobs to keep the damn thing running, which probably caused more problems than they fixed. After pulling everything a part, I saw exactly what the real problems were. But I would be able to get it up and running anyway. That was the perk of restoring cars like I did.
I could work with anything as long as the engine wasn’t destroyed.
I replaced the water container and piped it back into the engine. I found a battery that would work and installed it. I moved around a few parts to get to the alternator and gave it a nice love tap, then it was just a matter of trying to start the damn car up.
The alternator didn’t seem to be bad. Just stuck.
Which happened sometimes with old cars.
I pulled down the plastic frame hiding the wires of the car from the feet of the driver. I unhooked a couple of them and sparked them together, striking up the engine of the car. The dash illuminated and the radio came on, and I grinned when I heard the Disney Channel blaring all the way to the trunk of the damn car.
It made me think of Ana.
I revved the gas and waited for something to happen. I watched the temperature gauge slowly creep up on the dashboard. The engine wasn’t smoking, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t overheat.
I watched the tab slowly raise to the middle of the road, but it didn’t breach into the ‘hot zone’ of the temperature gauge.
I wouldn’t have a way of checking the alternator until she tried to crank up her car, but I had one I could replace it with if it still gave her troubles.
I got down onto the floorboard of the car and grabbed my wire shears. I got the car to turn off and hooked all the wires back up to where they were supposed to be, then I put the plastic frame back. I wiped my greasy hands on my shirt and tossed the shearers into my toolbox, then I started back into my garage.
I had some oil somewhere that helped with unclogging gas pipes, and I figured her car could probably do with an oil change.
By the time I got the pipes cleaned, some of the rust wiped off, and the oil changed, it was time to go get Ana. I closed up Makenna’s car and dropped my toolbox off in the garage, then I went to go take a quick shower. I washed the grease off my hands and tossed my white shirt into the corner. That would be another work shirt I could use for projects, but it sure as hell wasn’t salvageable for public. I pulled on a pair of jeans and another white t-shirt, then grabbed my shit and headed downstairs.
I had fifteen minutes before Ana needed to be picked up.
I pulled up to the front of the school and revved the engine of the car. Ana squealed and clapped her hands and sprinted away from her teacher. I got out of the car and caught her as she launched herself into the air, then slipped her into her car seat so she could buckle herself up.
I saw a woman approaching me with a kind smile on her face as she held out her hand.
“You must be Ana’s father. I’m Mrs. Buckman, Ana’s teacher.”
“He’s not my daddy,” Ana said. “My daddy’s dead.”
I furrowed my brow at the little girl as she calmly buckled herself into her seat.
“Oh,” Mrs. Buckman said. “I’m so sorry. I just thought-”
“It’s fine. I’m the neighbor. Her mother’s car broke down this morning, so I’m helping out today,” I said.
“Oh,” the woman said. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you.”
I noticed the way her voice dropped. The way her shoulders rolled back and how her chest poked out a bit. I saw the way Ana’s teacher was looking at me. I knew when a woman was coming onto me.
I also saw her wedding ring on her finger and it left a bad taste in my mouth.
“Nice to meet you, too. How was Ana’s first day at school?” I asked.
“Oh, it was wonderful. She’s a really good kid. Smart and funny. All the kids wanted to know about the car she rode in this morning.”
“Good,” I said. “Hopefully it gave her an easy transition into her new school.”
“And I’ll be here every step of the way to help with that.”
I nodded my head at the teacher and pulled my hand away from hers. She cleared her throat and stepped back onto the sidewalk as I slid into the seat. I looked back at Ana and she grinned at me, and I revved the engine again.
She giggled profusely as we took off, my hands placing my sunglasses onto my face.
“You hungry?” I asked.
“Yeah!” Ana said.
“How does a burger and fries sound?”
“Can we get a milkshake, too?”
I laughed and shook my head as I turned us onto the main stretch of the road going through town.
“Of course, we can. Milkshakes are always appropriate,” I said.
We rode into one of those places where you park and eat. I let Ana unbuckle herself so she could scramble in front, and she dropped down onto the leather passenger seat. A woman skated out on rollerblades and took our orders before I paid, then I turned to Ana and grinned.
“So, you had a good first day?”
“Where’s Mommy?” she asked.
“She’s gotta work a little late tonight. She’s training for her job,” I said.
“When will she be home?”
“Around eight, I think,” I said.
“Okay.”
I could see the disappointment in Ana’s eyes.
“Did you miss her today?” I asked.
“Yeah. I wanted to tell her all about my new friends.”
“I’m sure she’d love to hear about it when she gets home.”
“Okay,” she said.
“But in the meantime, you could tell me.”
“You wanna hear about my friends?” Ana asked.
“Of course, I do. How many of them asked about the car?”
“Oh my gosh, so many of them,” she said. “They all wanted to take a ride in it, but I told them it was my car and I’d have to make sure it was okay.”
“Your car, huh? I guess I’ll let that slide.”
“And when you came by the playground and did the sound again, everyone laughed. That was really awesome, Mr. Brewer.”
“I’m glad you liked it, kiddo.”
“Wanna know what else I did today?” she asked.
“Of course, I do.”
“I got to color. And talk about myself.”
“Oh really? Were people asking you questions?”
“Yeah. Mrs. Buckman made me do an introduction and everyone had all kinds of questions. It was really fun. No one’s ever asked me questions before.”
“Well trust me, everyone’s going to be curious about you around here. So, get used to it. In Redding, you’ll be the talk of the town.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because you’re smart. And likeable. And you have this awesome car I’m driving,” I said with a grin.
Ana giggled as the woman skated out with our food.
“Give it a few days,” I said as I grabbed our milkshakes. “You’ll have so many friends your mother won’t know what to do with herself.”
“I hope so,” Ana said. “I’ve never had a sleepover before. I wanna have one.”
“Then make that your goal. By the end of this week, get to know someone and ask them over for a sleepover.”
“I gotta ask Mommy first.”
“You leave convincing Mommy to me,” I said with a grin. “You focus on making that first friend.”
Ana beamed up at me with pride as I tipped the waitress. We sat in my car and ate our dinner as the sun slowly started to sink. She had her burger and french fries with a strawberry shake and I had my double-bacon loaded cheeseburger with fried onions and a large banana-chocolate shake.
I found myself enjoying the time I was spending with Ana. Which surprised the hell out of me. I bit back a laugh. If anyone from the club saw me right now they would be shocked.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Ana asked.
“Depends. You got homework?” I asked.
“Not much. Just some reading.”
“What kind of reading?”
“I have to sit with someone and listen to them read for fifteen minutes.”
“You sure you’re not supposed to be the one doing the reading?” I asked.
“Mrs. Buckman says that’s next year. But right now, I have to listen to someone while they read.”
“Well, what’s your favorite book?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? Does Mommy not read you stories at night?”
“No. We cuddle and talk.”
“Oh, well that sounds like fun. But what will you read if you don’t have any books?”
I watched Ana shrug as I swallowed the last of my burger.
“Do you like shopping?” I asked.
“I like buying stuff.”
“Spoken like a true woman,” I said with a grin. “How about we go pick you out your first book?”
“Really?” she asked. “What kind of book?”
“Any kind you want,” I said. “But you have to get back in your seat and buckle up.”
“I can do that!”
I chuckled as Ana scrambled into the backseat and quickly buckled herself in.
“Want your milkshake?” I asked as I handed it back to her.
I could feel her legs wiggling with excitement as she started sucking laboriously at her straw.
“Ready to go?” I asked as I slipped my sunglasses back over my face.
“Mhm,” Ana said as she gulped down her milkshake.
“Time to go find you a book,” I said.
10
Makenna
Mr. Duncan dropped my off at my house and I furrowed my brow. Why was my car still in my driveway? I thought Brewer had told me it was being towed away. I waved my ride off and he smiled at me, then backed out and headed down the road.
Then, I turned to take in my house.
I knew Ana was aware of where the spare key was, but I wasn't sure what I was going to find when I walked inside. Was Brewer okay with Ana? Did she give him any troubles? Did she have a terrible first day of school? Was she standing on top of his burning corpse?
I sighed as I walked up to the front door and stuck my key in. I unlocked it and pushed the front door in and was surprised when I heard the soft sound of silence. Nothing but the hallway light was on, and as I closed the door behind me I went to go yell out for them.
But I didn’t even get a breath drawn before a small hush came from the living room.
I whipped my head around and a smile graced my cheeks. Ana was curled up into the crook of Brewer’s body and she was fast asleep. The television was on low and there was a book in her lap and she was fully dressed in her pajamas and ready for bed.
“She wanted to stay up and wait for you,” he said.
My smile grew wider as I walked towards them.
“What book is that?” I asked quietly.
“Oh. One of four we picked up at the store in town.”
“How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing,” he said. “They were cheap. Fifty cents apiece, maybe. She wanted me to read to her with cartoons going in the background.”
I looked over at the television as Brewer stood to his feet. Ana curled up on the couch with her book pressed against her chest. I watched him pull a blanket down and cover her body, tucking her in as if she was his own. The sight was disorienting. This massive man with grease around his fingernails and muscles pulling at his shirt, and he was tucking in this little angel with such ease and grace.
It was hard to snap out of. To pull myself away from the scene.
“How did your first day of work go?” Brewer asked.
“It had its ups and downs, but I think it’s going to be a good fit,” I said.
“Good. That’s good.”
“Thank you so much for all your help today. Please let me pay you.”
“Nope. No payment necessary.”
“Brewer-”
“No,” he said.
It was the commanding tone his voice took that sent electricity shooting through my stomach. His eyes were hard on mine and his stance was strong. I felt my knees growing weak underneath his gaze. I nodded and held my arm out so I could walk him to the door and he took one last look as Ana.
Like he was reminiscing on their evening together.
I escorted him out onto the porch and closed the door behind me. He wasn’t making a move to go back to his house, so I figured he wanted to talk. I stared out at my car and studied it, waiting for him to say something.
Anything to keep him around longer.
“I fixed it up for you, by the way.”
“Hmm?” I asked.
“Your car. That’s why it’s not gone,” Brewer said.
“Wait, you what?”
“Yeah. The tow truck was struggling to haul it away so I told him to leave it. I took a look at it and there wasn’t much that needed to be fixed. A cracked water reservoir. An oil change. A stuck alternator. I temporarily hotwired your car to make sure the engine wouldn’t smoke up again if it got started, so all you have to do is try cranking it with your key.”
I looked up at him as my jaw slowly unhinged.
“That’s the only way we can check to make sure the alternator’s not bad. If it is, I got one I can replace it with.”
“I’m paying you,” I said.
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am. You bought car parts, Brewer. You changed the damn oil. You gave me a working car again. I’m paying you.”
“No,” he said.
“That voice isn’t working a second time.”
“I’m still not accepting the money.”
“Then maybe you’ll accept this.”
Before I could think about what I was doing, I slammed myself into his body. Barreled him into the railing of my porch as my lips crashed to his. Electricity shot through my body, all the way down to my toes. His hands grasped my hips tightly and pulled me closer to him as my lips parted and his tongue slowly entered my mouth. I tilted my head off to the side, opening myself up to him as I leaned the weight of my world into his chiseled muscles.
His hands drifted up my shirt and immediately went for my bra. He unhooked it with one hand as the other massaged the dip in my lower back. He arched back into me, his body standing tall as his hands moved around. He was cupping my breast. Massaging my engorged nipple until I was whimpering against his lips. He turned his body around and sat down into a chair on my porch, tugging me into his lap.
I could feel his thickening girth pressing against my thigh as our tongues battled for dominance.
My hands raked through his hair as his hand shoved itself down my pants. Cupping my ass and pulling me into him as a groan emanated from his throat. My lips were swelling against his. I could feel my pussy heating as he ground up into my hips.
But then I heard Ana calling out my name.
Calling out Brewer’s name.
Calling out for anyone in the house.
I scrambled off Brewer and tried to fix myself up as best as I could. I fastened my bra back and readjusted up my pants as he stood up from the chair. He reached down into his pants and re-situated his cock, not bothering to conceal the thick length he had in the palm of his hand.
I caught a glimpse of it and had to bite back a moan.
“Um… thank you,” I said. “For everything.”
“Not a problem. I’m here to help,” Brewer said.
“I gotta get back to Ana. It’s past her bedtime.”
“I figured as much.”
My eyes fluttered up to his and I could see the blush in his cheeks. I could feel his body heat radiating out towards me. Begging me to fall back into his arms and crash him into the chair.
But I couldn't.
Ana was asking for me and I couldn't ignore that.
“Well, goodnight,” I said.
“Goodnight Makenna.”
“And thanks again. For everything. Like my car. And the… um…”
“Babysitting,” he said.
“That, too. Yes.”
I felt my neck flushing with embarrassment as he grinned at me.
“Mommy?”
“I’m coming, Ana,” I said.
“Tell her I said goodnight,” Brewer said.
He walked over and pressed his lips to my cheek and I sighed as I leaned into the connection.
“I will,” I said breathlessly.
“Good.”
Then I walked into the house and scooped my daughter in my arms, desperate to put some space between him and I.
Because if I didn’t, I wasn’t going to be able to control my actions.
11
Brewer
I walked through the front door of my house and immediately unzipped my pants. Fuck. My cock was throbbing with need. The front of my boxers were tight and sweat was dripping down the back of my damn neck.
What the hell had this woman done to me?
I walked upstairs and left a trail of clothes in my wake. I needed a damn shower. I turned on the cold water and stepped into it, shivering as my cock receded. I tried to get Makenna out of my mind. I tried to erase the memory of her lips. I washed my hair and soaped up my body, hoping the cold water would relieve me of her memory.
But it didn’t.
She was etched onto it for good.
As the cold water poured over my muscles, I thought about her body. How warm it had felt in my palms and how luscious it felt pressed against my body. Her eagerness called to me. It had been a long time since a woman had thrown herself at me like that. And judging by the whirlwind her daughter was, I could safely assume it had been a very long time since she had been properly treated by a man. And women who went that long without sex were so easy to get off. Over and over again. With tongues and cocks and positions and folding them in half.
