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Chapter One – Kawasaki ZX14
Edward Cullen
"We can just walk around back."
"Jess. Seriously. Stop it."
"But Emmett said tha-"
"Aww honey why would you listen to Emmett? I told you I'd call you right?" I said in a bored tone as I feebly wiped at my hands with the already insanely greased up rag. She rubbed her bright red fingernails over my bare chest and I noticed each one had a chip, leaning against the same open hood of the small ford fiesta as I was.
"Why? Why can't we go round the back Edward? You're nearly done with this and I could help you relax before you start on your next car?"
"Jess. Go home. You're embarrassing yourself." As I spoke the words I turned my back on the insistent and annoying girl next to me. I leant over the car and bent my knees slightly, trying to fold my tall frame under the hood. Jess was tall but smaller than me, she was all torso and face. There were three inch legs attached to the bottom of her and she was so out of proportion you'd think God built her using spare parts of different species!
She huffed and pushed back against the car I was tweaking as she waited for me to blatantly give her more attention. Not happening anytime soon, Frizz-ease.
The rumbling of a distant motorbike distracted me from my work and I twisted my head as a royal blue Kawasaki ZX14 turned the corner. It was going far too fast and I inwardly cringed as I imagined it hitting the wall and creating yet another project for me to complete. I already had a queue of five cars.
But as I sighed I was surprised to see the bike swing out slightly, swaying in a smooth motion and parking perfectly with a slamming halt alongside Emmett's Hummer. Yeah, alright, my jaw dropped… a bit.
But what happened next will be burned into my retinas for the rest of eternity. You don't forget moments like that ladies and gentlemen.
I was already turned to fully appreciate the gleaming bike and excellent skills of the tiny, lean man that controlled it, finding myself impressed by his obvious strength.
The rider swung their leg over the back of the bike and I took note of the shoes that ended the denim clad leg. They were knee high leather stiletto boots,
And they were skin tight. They travelled up the slender curve of the rider's calf and covered the lower leg of their skinny jeans – black – which continued for miles before ascending over hips that screamed; OH LORD GRAB ME! And then into a leather jacket that was also skin-tight and illuminated the womanly curves concealed underneath.
The black-clad bike rider was removing her gloves, one finger at a time. She slowly slid them off her hands to reveal deliciously feminine fingers and long, clean fingernails.
I realised I was drooling a little and had the intelligence to look embarrassed and the respect to feel a tiny bit of pity for Jessica. I probably looked like I would happily lead this mystery biker round the back for a quickie to help me relax, and she hadn't even removed her helmet yet!
But then she did… and Jesus 'Hey it's Edward Cullen thank you so much!' Christ when she removed that helmet, it took everything in me not to sprint towards her and just throw her over my shoulder and take her around back.
It was like a cheesy advert for bike insurance or something; as her helmet rose, her hair fell, to around her waist, in long thick waves. God I love long healthy hair, I love how it feels, how it smells and how it moves. It was in hundreds of different shades of brown, like a long silk thread of different cocoa beans.
Her face was flawless, with huge dark eyes and a tiny nose that rose in the slightest kink towards the end, her makeup was simple; eyeliner and mascara highlighting her best feature and a slight shine to her full, pouty lips.
Yeah I was definitely drooling by that point and nothing could have pulled me away from the chocolate beauty standing fifteen feet away. Her eyes met mine and I let my gaze travel down her body again in a blatant display of lust and proposition, when my eyes returned to her face she raised her eyebrows and her face read; "You wish." So badly! Yes, I wish, definitely.
Jess snorted beside me and I recognised a noise I'd always thought of as borderline adorable was suddenly made ugly and angering. I turned to her and growled out; "Jessica, dear. Why are you still here? I finished up on your car five hours ago… so since I've added your washer fluid do you think you could move your ass and get out of my way?"
She looked hurt… I tried to care, honestly, but instead it came out as raised eyebrows and shrugged shoulders with a slight swagger of the head. She frowned and made a tiny whining noise before stomping towards her red Smart Car.
Returning to my previous position I was aware that the brunette goddess had left, or wasn't where I'd left her. I watched her saunter out of the office all hips and hang her keys and jacket up, she had a white wifebeater on underneath her jacket and I let out a groan as she untucked it and I caught a flash of flat toned stomach and a glint of bellybutton jewellery.
She kept her shoes on though and I maintained eye contact – and by eye contact I mean I watched her immaculately swinging hips – as she bent over the car in front of me, straightening to grab the rag on the edge of the car's body.
I realised she was leant into one of my projects and left to go towards the office, facing Emmett and asking; "Who's the broad under my hood?"
He grinned at me before he said; "Uhh, my new apprentice, she's just looking, I told her to take a look at a simple motor before I started my work. She's trying to change the oil now, if you wanna go, you know… work your magic." His face looked over his shoulder as he winked at me and my grin broadened to cover my entire face.
I left the office and jogged towards her. Her peachy round ass was up in the air, her legs straight as she bent at the waist and I couldn't help but think; one day sweetheart, we'll get to this.
I placed my feet on either side of hers and bent over, pressing my bare chest into her back as I pressed my face into her hair, it smelled of strawberries and Freesias, I whispered; "Aww sweetheart, I can tell you're eager but," I took her left hand in mine and halted the movement of her right hand with my own. "Oil change is down here," I trailed her left down to where the oil tank sat at the bottom of the hood and wrapped my fingers around hers, using it to lift out the dipstick. "And it's fine sugar, it doesn't need changing. Tell Emmett you did amazing on your First time." I whispered huskily as I pressed the massive erection that strained through my jeans against her soft, warm, flesh.
"Oh thank you." She spoke in a voice made of angel's orgasms and stood straight, still holding my fingers in each of her hands as she leant back against me and turned her head to the right towards my face. Her gaze met mine and she licked her lips before grabbing her bottom lip to the right hand side with her teeth. "I would be real appreciative of you showing me how to check the oil, but," She bent her knees slightly and ground herself against me. She was a couple of inches shorter than me and I automatically bent my head closer to her lips, licking my own as she breathed speedily and my peripheral caught the rise and fall of her large bosom.
"But, you see, I know how to check the oil on a Nissan Micra, I have for about ten years. I'm trying to unhook the spark plugs so I can dry them out and reassemble them before I do an overall system check and MOT on the vehicle. Emmett was right; you are a chauvinistic, womanising, arrogant, sexy motherfucker." My eyes widened as I watched her lips form those words and felt blood flood my face.
"You see; I transferred here to help out an old friend and ease your workload, little Eddie. Maybe if you spent less time rubbing your junk on me and more time working, you wouldn't need the help. Hmm?" I let go of her hands and tried to speak.
"Uh, Wha… Emmett said… He… That fucker." I growled, she bent at the waist again and purposefully rubbed her ass all over my throbbing hard on.
"Yeah, that fucker." She said as she looked over her shoulder at me and up through her lashes before she bit her lip and grinned. I groaned. Loud.
"Concentrate Edward… I believe you mentioned 'That fucker?'" She said from under the hood.
I looked towards the office window and saw Emmett crying with laughter as he held his stomach and slammed his fist on the desk before throwing down the papers in his hands and falling flat on his back. Fuck My Life.
I huffed, growled and returned to the Ford Fiesta. I'll get him back later.
Hang on, she had said sexy… right?!
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