"Why isn't it fixed yet," she pouted, taking in the pitiful sight of Sally sitting there, a heap of junk, covered in dingy, brown dust.
"Because I wouldn't let anyone else fix her. I told everyone I'd work on her as soon as she got here, but it seems like you had other plans," he charmingly smiled, undressing her with his eyes.
Charlie's eyes widened in shock, "what? Are you telling me we wasted time fucking when you could've been fixing Sally?"
"Ouch," he put a hand over his heart in mock hurt, "wasted time?"
She sighed, running a hand through her hair, "you know that's not how I meant it—"
He cut her off, placing a light kiss on her lips as he sauntered in front of her, "relax I was kidding. Besides look at it this way, now you get to watch me work on your car."
He wiggled his eyebrows as Charlie thoughtfully nodded, "you're right, that way I can make sure you're doing it right and you take care of her."
"You're something else do you know that?"
Looking up at him, ready to deliver a snappy retort, the words scattered away when she saw him looking at her longingly. Instead she nodded, "yep I realize, now get to work on my car. She's looking at me all sad and pathetic."
"Yes ma'am," he jokingly rolled his eyes, circling the car like a vulture scoping out its prey. Only Bass was tenderly stroking the car, feeling every bump and bruise, examining her so he would know how best to treat her. It warmed Charlie's heart to see how methodically and systematic he was being.
She could tell he really had a love for cars, "how did you get into fixing cars?"
Freezing, he stumbled a bit, tripping over his feet, "um, my uh, dad. He was into cars."
"Where is he now? Where is your family?" She gently probed for more information, treading lightly because she could see the way he verbally sputtered those words out.
The tool in his hand slipped, clanking against the car, "they're um—they died awhile ago."
Charlie absentmindedly nodded, saying nothing. There was nothing she could say, so she did the next best thing she could think of.
Going to stand behind him, she grabbed a handful of his round ass, attaching her lips to the delicate spot behind his ear.
Eyes fluttering closed, he set the tool down on the hood of the car, turning to take Charlie in his arms. Kissing the corners of her mouth, he smiled, "I'm not ever going to finish your car if you keep distracting me. Not that I oppose."
It was like cold water had been dumped all over her body. Quickly she moved back from his embrace, smiling when his bottom lip jutting out into a pout, "don't give me that look. Get back to work fixing my car. Chop, chop," she clapped her hands together.
"Slave driver," he mumbled under his breath, turning back around, collecting the tool in his grip.
Charlie lowered her mouth until her lips settled right at his ear, hot breath creating droplets of moisture on his flesh, "I promise, if you finish fixing Sally, I'll let you take me in any way you want."
His eyes sparkled with lust, body kicking into overdrive on its own accord, now more motivated than ever before to fix a fucking car.
Charlie just giggled, going to sit back down on the stool as she watched his diligently work.
After awhile, he forgot about Charlie's offer, throwing himself into the task of repairing Sally, just because he felt bad for her. It was such a nice car, and although he ragged on Charlie's driving, she obviously cared about taking car of her.
The interior was shiny, not a scratch or tear on it, barely looked worn. She didn't douche it up by adding in newer, fancy technology. Instead it was equipped with the same factory radio it was installed with.
Everything, down to the rims were shiny, before the dust latched on.
He didn't notice the sun retreating down into the horizon, but he heard shuffling of feet as one by one his workers pilled out. He nodded in recognition towards them, going directly back to work. He was almost done, just had to do a few more things before they could actually clean the exterior of the car.
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Charlie's eyes roaming over the length of the car, examining it with meticulous eyes.
He could tell she was getting antsy, legs shaking in anticipation, "it's almost finished, sit on your hands or something because you're starting to make me anxious."
"Hardy har har," she dryly commented, trying to relax a little bit.
It helped because before she knew it, the car was finished and he was putting away the last tool.
"Now all we need to do is clean her up, and she'll be shining like a new penny."
Her ass immediately left the stool, going to the car, running her hand along where the bumps and nicks previously garnished her baby.
Letting out a small sigh of relief to feel the smooth exterior once again, she turned, coming face to face with a very close Bass.
"I seem to recall a deal," he huskily whispered, arm snaking around, pulling her in close.
She tried to pull away, but his grip was firm, "yes and I seem to recall saying when she was fixed. She's still dirty."
Bass hummed, his body coursing with desire, "that isn't my problem, you said fixed, and ta-da, she's fixed."
Laughing, she broke from his hold, "I think can wait a few more minutes while I at least get some of the caked on dirt off."
He didn't reply, then again, she didn't wait for him to as she grabbed a bucket sitting on the floor, filling it to the brim with warm water and soap.
Looking around, she finally spotted a rag she could use. Dipping it into the water, she mixed the soap around until bubbles started to foam in the bucket. Starting at the top, she stretched up on her toes in order to reach the roof, shirt riding up in the process, exposing her bare, tanned stomach to Bass.
"Ah hell," he groaned, going to take the rag away from her, "here I'll do that, you go do something else before I cum in my pants at the sight of you."
Genuinely surprised, it took her a moment to recover before she giggled, getting another rag.
They worked in silence, only occasionally stealing glances at one another. Each time, Bass had to look away first. The mere sight of Charlie roughly scrubbing the dirt off her car, breasts grazing the windshield made his pants tighten until he felt like they were 10 sizes too small.
He got the roof cleaned, and the majority of the trunk, but as soon as he looked and saw Charlie obliviously wiping her own neck with the rag, down to the tops of her breasts, he threw his down and strode towards the front of the car.
"Bass," she managed to squeak out before he picked her up with one arm, gently laying her down on the still wet hood.
He ignored her weak protests when the cool air hit her naked chest, taking the rag from her closed fist and tossing it to the side, landing in the dirty, soapy water.
"Can't wait," he mumbled against her skin, quickly ridding her of her pants, finding her bare underneath.
He teasingly ran his fingers up the length of her slit, "you little tease. You've been walking around here with no underwear on this whole time."
"What can I ssa—ay," her breath caught on the word as his finger shoved roughly past her slick folds, "I like to be prepared."
Her hips shot up as she, all but relieved herself on his skilled fingers. Bass' fingers slid in and out of her soaking sex until he couldn't wait any longer. He just spent, what felt like many torturous hours, watching her seductively wash the car. He needed to be inside of her. Now.
Removing his fingers, he didn't miss the whine escaping her plump lips when he withdrew from her heat. Stripping his pants, he clawed wildly at offending material covering his chest. Bringing it over his head, he dove back in, moaning when his erection brushed against her aching core.
Slanting his mouth over hers, he licked her lower lip, happily obliging when she immediately granted him access.
With one hand planted on the hood by Charlie's head, he used the other one to grip his member, firmly stroking up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices before he swooped in for the kill.
When he was fully sheathed inside of her tight pussy, he slid all the way out, slamming back into her forcefully. Rotating his hips, he connected his mouth back to Charlie's, feeling her bit down on his upper lip, repeating the motion with the bottom, and then sucking it into her mouth.
Her legs lifted higher, settling at his hips, before he placed her legs over his shoulders, the new angle enabling him to hit that deep spot within her.
With his hands now free, he could knead at her soft, pliant breasts, tweaking her nipples until they hardened under his touch. Tentatively, his mouth fastened onto one breast, whirling his tongue around the tiny rosebud. His other hand attentively worked at her left breast until the time came for him to switch.
Charlie's arms reached back behind her head, latching on to the hood of the car, knuckles whitening as she grasped on for dear life.
The only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of his balls slapping against her skin every time he rammed into her, and the sound of their panting moans.
"Fuck," her pussy pulsated around his dick, coating his shaft so he was even slicker than before. Propelling his hips forward one last time, he could feel cum flowing from his dick like lava, barely having enough time to pull out before he spilled his seed onto the inside of her thigh.
Holding himself up by his elbows on the hood of the car, his head fell forward; landing on her soft stomach, her hands massaged the strands of his hair. Bass moaned, feeling her gentle hands tugging softly at his curls.
Placing a light kiss on her stomach, he moved away from her, shoving his body up onto the hood so he could take her into his arms, dropping a kiss to the top of her head as his fingers grazed down her side.
Once Charlie regained the feeling in her legs, she slid off the hood of the car, gathering her pants, gliding them up her legs as she looked around for her shirt.
"Looking for this?"
Her eyes snapped over to Bass' as he lay against the hood, swinging her shirt.
As soon as her hand closed around the fabric, he tugged, colliding her body into his, smashing their lips together.
She let him dominant until she finally had to rip her body away, sighing as she pulled the shirt over her head.
"I've really go to go before my family sends out a search party," she laughed, mostly kidding, but she wouldn't put it past her uncle.
Bass nodded, stepping into his pants, buttoning them, and just barely slipping his shirt into place when a set of headlights flashed, illuminating the whole garage.
"Oh great," Charlie rolled her eyes, muttering as Duncan sauntering out of the car and strode confidently into the garage.
"You weren't answering my calls," a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth, "so I decided to come in person to see what the hold up was."
Bass rolled his eyes, "excuse me your highn-ass, but fixing a car takes time. I don't run a slave ship here."
Duncan heartily laughed, eyes seeking out Charlie, "how ya feeling kid?"
Her eyebrows furrowed before realizing she was referring to the small bump up during the race, "fine. It's going to take a lot more than a tiny hit to put me out."
Charlie beamed with pride as Duncan mirrored her expression. She was one tough son of a bitch, Duncan would give her that. She wouldn't take anything lying down, not even if it meant getting her ass handed to her.
"That reminds me," Duncan pulled out her phone, scrolling down to the message she was looking for.
"There's a race in a couple days, I can send you the info and coordinates if you're up for it."
She casually tossed it out there, but Charlie never said no, so Duncan was already hitting the send button when she heard Bass' voice.
"I don't think so," he crossed his arms over his chest in defiance, staring directly ahead at Duncan.
Her eyes snapped up, twinkling, but Charlie beat her to the punch. She didn't need Duncan to fight her battles for her, especially not when they concerned Bass.
"Excuse me?"
He forgot all about her being there, set on staring Duncan down because she was the one who kept putting Charlie in harm's way.
"You can't go race again, not after you've barely recovered from the last time," it was meant to be a kind gesture, like he was looking out for her, but all Charlie could hear was his finite tone.
"So what," she put her hands on her hips, "now since we've suddenly fucked you get to make decisions for me?"
"Wait a minute," Duncan's eyes darted between the two of them, "you two slept together?"
She couldn't help the roaring laughter racking her body. Of course they didn't seem to notice, caught up in their lover's spat. Shit was going to hit the fan when Miles found out his best friend, and almost brother, fucked his niece. Or has been fucking his niece rather, Duncan internally corrected as she took in the sight of Charlie's disheveled, just got fucked, hair.
Duncan knew who both of them were, but she also knew Bass wouldn't make the connection, and Charlie was really too young to remember him. She didn't see the harm in introducing them to one another. She trusted Bass; he was a damn good mechanic. Obviously she didn't count on them having sex.
She couldn't reign in her continual laughter. There was no way she was telling them now, but she wouldn't miss Miles finding out.
"I'm not telling you what to do," his booming voice broke through Duncan's laughter, smile vanishing from her face.
"I just don't think it's a good idea to race again when your car just got fucked over. I'm not going to keep fixing it every time you tear it up," he gestured wildly in the direction of Sally, looking better than before.
"Fine," Charlie's teeth snapped together, making a chomping sound, "I won't ask you to fix the damn car next time then. Problem solved."
"Problem not solved," he huffed, "it isn't about the car Charlie."
She snorted, "yeah I realized that, but you gave me no other reason besides that one."
"Can't you just trust me? I told you the first time it wasn't a good idea and look what happened."
"Trust you?" Her voice rose, spewing out an incredulous tone, "I don't even know you because you hold me out at arm's length. I can't trust someone I don't know."
He chuckled bitterly, "well I guess you don't need to trust in order to fuck someone—"
He didn't see it coming, hell, Charlie herself didn't know her arm was going to swing out and connect with his jaw until she heard a popping sound and he stumbled back a few paces.
Her chest rose erratically as her arm dropped to the side, angry, red fingers flexing. She's only ever hit a handful of people in her lifetime. She didn't like to lose control like that.
Getting into her car, she said nothing to either of them as she put Sally in reverse, and backed out of the garage. Speeding away, she didn't glance in his direction once as she took off, but Bass wasn't looking at her.
Cupping his jaw, he slumped down on the stool as Duncan's voice cut through the awkward tension, "well that was interesting."
His eyes narrowed as he sent a hard glare in her direction, "seriously Duncan? I get that you're trying to lighten the mood or whatever, but if you don't have anything else to say, get the hell outta here."
"You might think you can talk to Charlie that way," she strode over towards him, "but let's get one thing straight, you don't get to be an ass to me because you said a dickhead thing and got clocked for it. Charlie did you a favor; maybe she knocked some sense into that thick skull of yours. Do you realize how ridiculous you sounded?"
Pausing to catch her breath, she didn't wait for him to answer, "you just made her sound like a goddamn, cheap whore Bass. And she was right. You can't expect her to take the word of a man she doesn't even know, without you giving her something other than your dick in her pussy."
Bass winced at Duncan's colorful way of putting it because she was right. He basically gave her all of his physical self, but nothing else.
"Listen, I have to go get ready for the race in a couple nights."
Backing away, she tore a piece of paper off, scribbling things down before she tossed it on the toolbox.
"That's Charlie's number and address," she jerked her thumb at the white slip of paper, "I suggest you go and at least apologize for being an asshole. I'd wear protection if I were you…and I don't mean for sex."
Bass rolled his eyes at Duncan's retreating form. He couldn't believe, no he could believe, that she was laughing about the whole thing.
So either she knew Charlie would forgive him, or she got off on his torment and anguish. And, knowing Duncan, it was more than likely a mixture of both, weighing heavily on the later.