Lucy turned as she heard the rescue truck coming up the street. She had no doubt she had a face like thunder. She couldn't believe the state of her tires when she'd come out to go into town that morning. She supposed she was lucky that, one, her cousin Melissa had the number and was friendly with the guy who owned the only garage in town. And two, and possibly more importantly they hadn't bust when she was in the dark and half way along the deserted strip of road on her way home last night. But as the truck pulled up in front of the house she was quickly distracted from all that. "No way." She said as Mac jumped out.

"Well look who it ain't." He said with a self satisfied grin; if only she knew just how pleased with himself he really was "So what seems to be the problem Juicy?"

"Well my first problem is you keep calling me that and second I thought it would be pretty obvious what the problem was."She snapped and pointed at the tires. She was already irritated as hell about her car and now here he was, arrogance; which clearly didn't just raise it's head when he was drunk, in full force AND he had the nerve to look so...so...hot! When he did it!

Wow. You sure are pretty when you bite ju...Lucy." He didn't even try to hide it when his eyes dropped down to her breasts and slowly crawled their way back up to her face. She shifted her weight uncomfortably.

"So. The tires?" She said, he just smiled and turned back to his truck.

"You got a spare?" He shouted as he went.

"Um yeah sure." She opened the trunk of her car and pulled up the plastic cover that covered the tire. She tried to move it herself but with no joy. Mac came up behind her. He could have stood there all day. The more she struggled the more her T-shirt wriggled up revealing more and more of her back. She a tiny tattoo at the very lower right side of her back and Mac fort back the urge to bend down and lick it. There was no need to worry. He'd get there eventually.

"Need a hand." She jumped as he spoke up.

"Yeah. It's a little heavier than I thought."

"Don't worry" he said as moved in front of her to pick it up "this ain't no work for a woman anyway." He grinned inwardly, knowing exactly what he'd just said.

"Careful the door of the truck doesn't suddenly drop down and hit you in the head. Cus that would be awful." She smiled sarcastically. He turned to her then.

"I got an extra tire in the truck to go with this one. Can have yo back on the road in 20 minutes. Unless you plannin on leavin' town, then I might have to just leave you like this." She could help but smile a little. He was direct, she had to give him that and it felt strangely refreshing.

"No. Nothing like that. But I'm the only one at home with a car right now so it's kind of important that I get it going."

"Boyfriend don't have a car?" She rolled her eyes.

"Did you really just ask me that?"

"Just curious." He smiled as he got to his knees and to start unscrewing the tire.

"I'll leave you to it then. I'm sure I have some baking or sewing or other type woman's work I can being doing inside." With that she disappeared into the house. Mac groaned to himself as he started to work. Had somebody sent this girl here to test him or something? He's known her less than 24 hours and already she'd set up residents in his head, not to mention his pants. He was, for once in his life when it came to women, fascinated by her personality as well as her body. She was smart, smarter than any girl in this town and she wasn't afraid to call him out. And for some reason he found that as sexy as looking at her ass...or her tits...both of which jiggled like a bag of performing eels when she moved a certain way. He would have given his left nut to bury his face in either of them. His cock was screaming at him again, telling him to stop thinking like that if they weren't gonna be able to play with her. "Be patient little buddy." He said to himself as he worked.

Lucy pressed her lips together as she leaned forward over the sink to look out of the kitchen window. "Something going on out there I should see?"

Her cousin made her jump as she entered the kitchen and sat her and her pregnant belly down at the table. "Whatever it is it's sure got your attention?"

"No, nothing, no." Lucy stuttered defensively.

"You know, of all the guys in town I knew you'd zero in on Mac."

"Sorry, did you just say 'all the guys?' up to now I've seen about 7 of them under 35 and I am not 'zeroing' in on him. I'm just...making sure he knows what he's doing that's all.

"He's been a mechanic since he was 16, I think he knows by now how to change a couple of tires."

"Well you seem to know more about him than I do." Lucy said as she walked over and sat down opposite Melissa.

"I know as much as everyone else around here knows. Mac is...a very bad boy. Which, if we go back over your recent history obviously why you're so interested him."

"I'm not interested in him! He's just a smart ass little mouth who thinks every woman he comes into contact with him should fall at his feet."

"Well to be fair, most of them do. He's broken every girls heart within a five mile radius as far as I can work out."

"And did one of those hearts belong to you?" Lucy tried to look all serious and concerned, but was struggling to keep the smile off her face.

"Er no! Anyway you know I've been pretty much pregnant constantly for the past 3 years, and it's like holy water to a guy like that." Lucy couldn't help but laugh out loud. This time they both jumped at the heavy rap on the door.

"All done!" He yelled from outside. Lucy jumped immediately to her feet.

"OK I'll be right out!" She looked back at Melissa who was covering her mouth to stop the laughter. "Shut up!" Lucy said as she headed to the door.

He was leaning against the railing of the porch when she got out there. He'd shrugged out of the top half of his overalls and tied them around his waist. Underneath he was wearing a tight white oil spattered tank top. His arms were perfectly defined "Oh, this isn't fair." She thought to herself, swallowing hard before she could talk. "Awesome thanks! So how much do I owe you?"

"Nothin, you're new around here so it's on the house."

"No really, let me give you something. You came all the way out here after all." Mac thought about and decided against what he actually wanted to say to that.

"OK." He said standing up straight "you can buy me a beer next time you're working, hows that?"

"Deal." She smiled.

"Right well I guess I'll see you tomorrow night then." He began walking down the steps towards his van.

"Yeah I guess...wait how did you know I was working tomorrow night?"

"I dunno, maybe Walter mentioned it or somethin.' Later." He half grinned as he jumped back in his truck, then he was gone.

Friday night at the majority of bars in the world were pretty lively, but it seemed she was in for a real treat tonight because, as Walter had summed it up. One of Mac's "little prick" friends had a birthday today and seeing as this was the only half decent bar in town and most of them had been barred from the strip club, so it didn't take a genius to work out they'd end up here. And right on the strike of 9pm in they came, accompanied by some interestingly attired young ladies who'd clearly been to 'Hookers r'us' to get their clothes for the evening. One she recognised as Taylor from the last time they'd been in. "Beers for all these ass holes please Lucy." She smiled as he walked back over to his friends. Mac slipped into a stool at the bar.

"A deals a deal and don't say I don't keep my promises." She said as she placed the beer she owed down in front of him.

"Mmm, that case lets see what else we can negotiate next time? Just you and me." He raised his eyebrows quickly and took a drink from the bottle.

"Sometimes " she said as she opened the last bottle of beer "I get the distinct feeling that you're flirting with me. Probably just me though huh?" She smiled as she began to put the bottles onto trays. Mac grinned as he turned to the table his friends were sat.

"Taylor!" He shouted across the room "Yo dip shit! Come get your beers, girl ain't gonna wait on your lazy ass hand and foot!"

"Mac it's fi..."

"No! Last time I checked he weren' a fucking cripple!" Taylor and few of the other boys made their way sheepishly over to the bar.

"Yeah sure, sorry Mac. Sorry Lucy." She smiled at the sympathetically as they picked up the trays and carried them away.

"You know, that IS my job, to wait on people."

"Yeah but, now ya owe me one again." He said, grinning at her again before heading off to cut into somebody's pool game. Didn't matter who, it's not like they were gonna argue with him.

Through the night, the guys were rowdy but no real trouble. The place got busy about 11pm and Lucy and Zoe; the other girl who worked there, mainly at weekends, had to call for re-enforcements from Walter and the kitchen when they weren't too busy. She'd noticed the odd nasty look she got from the girls who'd come in with them, no doubt due to the amount off attention Mac was giving her. A couple of them had tried to talk to him but he brushed them off like they weren't there.

"What can I get you?" She asked one of the girls; one who hadn't really tried to make her head explode with the use of her mind alone; when she came up to the bar.

"So you're Lucy huh?" She smiled a little but her eyes didn't.

"Yeah, that's right. Sorry do I know you?"

"Not really, but Mac knows you."

"I...don't know what you mean."

"You're a lucky girl. I think he actually likes you. That's if, last night is anything to go by."

"OK you're gonna have to help me out here cus..."

"He came to see me last night." Lucy's stomach retracted immediately "and like always I let him into fuck me over then leave." Lucy tried to speak but no words would come. The girl picked up on this. "He said your name when..." Lucy felt the colour run from her face. She pressed her lips together and took a few deep breaths though her nose.

"Why are you telling me this?" She finally managed to get out.

"Like I said, you're a lucky girl. When it comes to Mac, that's almost romantic." With that, she pushed her way through the crush at the bar and out the door.

When Lucy looked up, the first pair of eyes she was met with were Mac's. He'd lost interest in his game the minute he'd seen Marissa walk up to the bar. He knew he shouldn't have gone to her last night but the truth was, after the frustration of being around Lucy and not touching her, he needed a release. Maybe he'd pay her another visit tonight and teach her to keep her fucking mouth shut!

"You OK? Lucy?" Zoe asked when she noticed she's been stationary for some time.

"Err...yeah I just...I went kind of dizzy. Think it's the heat in here."

"Go. Sit down, get some water. We can manage without you for 5 minutes."

"Yeah, OK thanks. I'll be right back." With one last look up to Mac, who hadn't moved his position or his stare, she headed out the back and into the bathroom. When she closed the door behind her she leaned against it. She ran her hand under her shirt and down over her stomach, she slipped it deftly in to the waistband of her jeans and over the small piece of cotton between her legs. She was wet. Wetter than she'd been in a long time and the slightest touch of her finger against her nub brought up a moan that had been lingering in the back of her throat as she threw her head back against the bathroom door. She caught her reflection in the mirror in front of her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She said to herself. She knew she couldn't stay in there all night, although right now it would have been preferable. She was sure what she'd just been told most probably should have creeped her out or something, but it hadn't, clearly it was having the exact opposite effect. And she was slightly freaked out by just how much. She pulled herself together as much as she possibly could. Sooner or later someone was going to come looking for her and this would be a hard one to explain away. A couple more deep breaths and she made her way back.

For the rest of the night she did her best to avoid direct eye contact with Mac. He didn't exactly make it easy for her though as he stared her down like she was prey. She watched the clock tick around to one-thirty am and thanked God there was only another half hour until they could close up.

It was almost three-fifteen when she left the bar and she was glad. All she wanted to do was go home and do a lot of lying down. She fumbled around in her bag as she reached her car.

"So what she say to you?"

"Jesus!" She spun around and saw Mac standing, just a few feet away from her "Why the fuck would you creep up on me like?" She said with her hand pressed against her chest.

"Asked you a question. What'd that bitch say to you?" He took a swig from the bottle of whiskey he held in his right hand. She immediately dropped her gaze from his and began messing with her car keys.

"Nothing. Too many tequila shots that's all."

"Bullshit!" He snapped, making her jump.

"What! I told you it was nothing. Look I have to go." He took another drink from the bottle then threw it to the floor and he stalked towards her.

"You ain't goin nowhere til ya answer ma question!" He turned her quickly and pressed her between him and the car.

"Mac stop it! You're drunk! Just go home!" She wriggled against him, because again it was having the opposite effect to what it should have been. Her body was loving the ultra close proximity of his. And by the feel of that thing digging into her hip, he wasn't adverse to it either. Suddenly he took hold of the situation, and her wrists, pushing them down and holding them tight against the car at either side of her body.

"Just...tell me what Marissa said to you." He sounded more threatening when he whispered like that than when she shouted. Finally she narrowed her eyes at him.

"FINE! If it's means that much to your ego! She told me you fucked her last night!"

"That all?" she starred him down "Is that all!"

"She said...she said you yelled my name when you came and she wasn't happy about it OK!" He looked into her eyes for a minute then backed off when he could see she was telling the truth.

"Stupid little whore! Fuck she think she's doin' messin' in my business!"

"Is it true?"

"What?"

"Is it true? Did you say my name?" She asked. He ran his hand through his hair and moved his eyes between her and the ground a couple of times.

"Yeah I did." It was her turn to look at the ground.

"What! God dammit! You drive me crazy! You're the hottest, smartest fucking girl that ever walked into this town. You ain't like the rest. You make me feel like a fucking animal!" Lucy's mind was blank at this point. ""And that little bitch only told you that to make you mad at me. I'ma fucking...!"

"I wasn't angry." Why was she saying this? "That wasn't it it was...just." She sighed in frustration and shook her head. "Look I'm gonna go." As she moved to open the car door he quickly closed the gap between them again, only this time a little gentler.

"No no no." He said as he put his thumb under her chin and lifted it. He spread his remaining fingers over her cheek. When she did everything but meet his eyes, that's all he needed. "Oh I get it. You liked it. You liked it didn't you?" His voice got breathier as his forehead and hips pressed hard into her own. He brushed the tip of his nose against hers then moved his head so his lips could do the same against her neck. Her eyes closed.

"Mac..." She said in a very weak protest.

"It's OK baby." He said against her neck "Just say it." He moved back to her lips "Thinkin' about it made you good n' wet didn't it?" Melissa had been right. He was a bad boy. He was a filthy, dirty, bad boy and right now Lucy couldn't get enough of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed as he took control of her lips. His hands slipped down over her ass, as he squeezed he pulled her hips up flush against his, making her moan against his mouth. It felt just as good filling out his hands as he'd imagined it would. And he had. A lot.

Her hands ran up into his hair and she pulled it as he began to grind against her, she pushed down equally hard to meet him, the friction of his massive hard on rubbing between her legs, even still fully covered with her jeans, had her well on the way. That's when the still coherent part of her brain started knocking. She had no idea what the punishment for dry humping in the street was and she didn't really care to find out. So very begrudgingly she knew she had to stop him. "Mac stop we...not here."

"Come with me." He said as he pressed his forehead against hers again and running under her shirt and up her back. The roughness of his palm felt amazing against her skin.

"What?"

"Let me take you home. To my place...please baby, let me fuck you." It wasn't the most romantic proposal she'd ever had, but very little about all this was conventional so why start worrying about it now? All it took was for her to nod her head in the slightest amount and her feet were off the floor, his left arm went under her ass and he carried her on his hip to his truck.