This wonderful installment was written by non other than the glorious Hybridlovelies...

It had been two hours. Two bloody, sweltering hours and there wasn't a single sign of Kol or Elijah. Klaus ground his teeth together and kicked the dirt next to the car, falling back against the boot. It was the last time he would ever let Kol decide on a vacation.

Let's go on a road trip, his younger brother he said.

"The pancake tour of America! Like Kerouac! It will be a great opportunity for brotherly bonding!"

That last bit had been what dragged Elijah on board. Klaus had no choice to give in, pack up, and hit the open road.

Klaus sneered, wiping sweat from his brows. His dark, blonde curls were matted to his face.

It had all been fine and dandy, until they had been on their way to Vegas and had broken down in the middle of the damn dessert. Kol never bothered to take care of his car and it had given out on them five miles from any sort of civilization.

He stared down the road and glanced down at his cell phone. No bars and it was almost sundown. The sky was becoming more pink and orange by the minute.

Where were his brothers?

A sandy breeze kicked up around him and he peeled his white t-shirt from his body. It was soaked through in sweat anyways. The necklaces at his throat clinked together as they shifted then relaxed with the movement of his shirt.

It was god-awful hot in America, Klaus mused, tipping his head back and closing his eyes.

In the distance he heard a noise and looked up. Through the heat waves he could just make out the form of a large black truck approaching. The first sign of help he had seen in hours.

"That should be Kol and Elijah," he said out loud to no one. "Or a serial killer coming along to murder me."

He couldn't say that he would be that disappointed in the latter. If he was dead, at least he wouldn't have to worry about the heat any longer.

The giant truck pulled to the side of the road and stopped. Klaus couldn't see the inside, due to the tinted windows. He raised a hand to shield his eyes attempting to get a better look.

The driver side door swung open and his blue eyes widened at the shapely pair of legs that moved down from the cab. A woman, in a sinfully short pair of shorts and a faded blue tank-top that read Gilbert's Garage, rounded the door and slammed it shut.

She smiled at him. "Did somebody need a mechanic?"

Klaus blinked. He had to be hallucinating. The heat was getting to him. There was no way this heavenly creature, with bouncing blonde curls and a beauty pageant smile was a mechanic. It was a teenage boy's wet dream.

"I met your brothers, Kol and Elijah," she continued. "They said you were out here with a broken down car. You are Klaus, right?"

Klaus's hand went to the back of his neck. "Yes, that's me."

"Great," she smiled again, bobbing up and down on her toes. "Can I take a look?"

Klaus led her around to the front of the car and popped the hood. The blonde beauty pushed it up and propped it open, leaning in to inspect the engine.

He stood next to her, attempting to be useful, but feeling slightly inadequate. As she leaned into the engine, her shorts rode up, exposing the rounded edges of a brilliant ass. The cropped tank top she wore revealed a stomach that Klaus found himself fantasizing about licking as she checked the oil and other fluids under the hood.

Klaus licked his lips as she pulled back again, brushing the hair from her face.

"What happened when it stopped?" she asked.

"It just made a sad sound and decelerated," Klaus told her. "The engine wouldn't turn."

Caroline nodded and asked for the keys. She slid into the seat of Kol's car and stuck the key in the ignition.

"That's explains it," she said. "Your battery is dead. But no worries, I have jumper cables."

She bounced off again toward her truck, then turned, eyeing Klaus. "Do you mind giving me a little boost into the cab? My step is broken. I was about to fix it right before your brothers walked into the shop."

Klaus nodded and followed her over. One of her long legs stepped as high as it could and Klaus wrapped his hands around her waist, his fingertips brushing smooth skin. She hoisted herself and Klaus lifted. She was nearly there when his hand found her ass, boosting her the rest of the way.

"Thanks," she grinned down at him as he stepped back to shut the door.

He watched her pull her truck around so that it was facing the front of his car. That feel of her ass and the vision of her in the those shorts would be what carried him along later that night as he tugged himself off in the shower.

"I just realized," Klaus said as she hopped down again and hooked up the jumper cables. "I didn't get your name."
"It's Caroline."

"Caroline," he repeated. "A lovely name."

He was laying the British accent on thick, fully aware of the effect it had on American girls. She looked up at him, curling her hair behind her ear, and mumbled a besotted "thank you."

"You look pretty hot," Caroline told him. Klaus had forgotten that he was shirtless, in a pair of low slung jeans. "Why don't we hang out in my truck while your battery charges and cool down?"

Air conditioning. Klaus didn't need to be asked twice. Not to mention, the eyes she was giving him and the fact that she hadn't slapped him for feeling her up said she might have a few other ideas besides cooling down.

They got in the cab, cool air blasting, the instant relief covering his heated skin.

Caroline pulled up her hair, holding it there for a few moments and letting the air hit the back of her neck. Klaus's eyes traced the curve there, wondering what it might taste like. He looked to her face.

"You have a bit of…" he trailed off gesturing that she had a smudge of grease on top of her cheek.

"Oh, how embarrassing," she said attempting to wipe it away. She missed.

"Allow me," he said scooting toward her and reaching his thumb to her cheek. "I happen to find it quite sexy."

"Really?" she asked. "I thought you Brits were all about prim and proper."

He smiled, his voice dropping to a husky tone. "I don't mind getting my hands a little dirty now and then."

Klaus watched an ember of desire smolder and alight within her startling blue eyes. He trailed his hand down the cheek, to her throat, and she reached up.

He thought she meant to stop him, but instead she took his hand and moved it under her shirt. His palm touched barely there lace and flesh and she squeezed his hand around her breast.

"I think you should prove that to me," she dared.

"I'll take that challenge," he said. He gave her breast a squeeze and then swallowed her heady moan with a kiss.

It started as an exploration, a test to see if she really was serious. Then Klaus realized that she was moving toward him, deepening the kiss. It became rougher as his palm kneaded her breast.

Her fingers trailed down his bare chest, tracing the lines of his pecs and stomach.

Klaus moved his own hand down, following her stomach, feeling her twitch with excitement. His fingers stopped at the button of her shorts.

"These are very little shorts," Klaus said, flicking open the button.

"All the better to seduce you with," she purred shifting up from her seat

Klaus chuckled. "You fancy yourself the big bad wolf?" She grinned, raising an eyebrow, as he slid down her zipper. "Sweetheart, you have no idea."

Caroline shimmied out of her shorts and was left bare, except for the little strip of red material that barely passed for a thong.

She sat back in the driver seat and spread her legs open, just a tiny bit.

Klaus moved his hand from her stomach, to the wet heat between her thighs. He fluttered his fingers along her entrance, taking his time to sink his fingers inside of her. He wanted to build her anticipation as much as he could, so that she would be coming at the slightest touch.

"Caroline," he leaned forward, brushing her hair from her neck. His lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Tell me, your darkest desires. Your wildest fantasies. What turns you on?"

He swept a finger just inside of her, not enough to offer any true pleasure, but to tease her with the hope of more.

"Speed," she said. "I like it fast and I like it hard. I'm not the girly-girl everyone first thinks I am."

Her baby blues stuck his and sent signals straight to his dick. He would fuck her, fast and hard, just like she wanted. But first…

He sunk two fingers into her folds and was reward with a heady moan. Her head tilted back and he met her neck with his lips, trailing his tongue along her throat as he finger-fucked her fast...just as she said she liked.

Klaus could feel her fluttering around his hands, his thumb working her clit as he stroked her walls. Her lips trembled and she mumbled something unintelligible.

"Caroline, are you going to come?"

"Uh-huh," she mewled, eyes shut tight and face twisted in painful pleasure. She wanted the release. She wanted to feel that sweet wave crash over her and wash her in perfect, warm bless. Her hips bucked against his hand, trying to increase the friction and speed.

Klaus pressed hard against her clit, causing her to cry out and then removed his hand just before she hit the breaking point. She gasped, whining at the loss of orgasm.

He couldn't help but chuckle at the dark look she shot him. Then she brightened and Klaus realized he was a fool when he thought he had control. Caroline's tugged her shirt over her head, taking her bra with it, her full breasts out for his viewing pleasure.

One of her hands trailed down her chest and she tweaked her nipple, making a little "oh" face. Her fingers traced lower and lower, until they reached the place that Klaus had been working just moments ago. She dragged two fingers over her clit, working it in circles, taking up where Klaus had left off.

He watched, mesmerized. Her eyes shut and her brow furrowed as she pleasured herself, little sighs and gasps making his groin twitch. Before he realized it, he was tugging at the zipper of his jeans and pulling out his dick, giving it a few strokes as he continued to observe her while she stroked her swollen clit.

Suddenly, she crested over the edged, her back arching and her fingers flying furiously as she dragged out her own orgasm. It was one of the more beautiful sights Klaus could remember ever seeing. She gasped, satisfied and smiled, looking over at him.

Her eyes trailed down to the stiff in his hands.

"Hard and fast, right?"

"Come here," he ordered.

Caroline obeyed, climbing over the gear shift and settling over his lap.

In spite of the fact that they were now enclosed in the air conditioned truck, moisture still clung to their bodies. Caroline's chest glistened in the fading sunlight. Klaus grasped her hips and dipped his head forward to capture one pert nipple between his lips. He laved his tongue over her breast, giving her a quick nip with his teeth. She moaned at the quick bite. Klaus grinned into her skin, she wasn't lying when she said she liked it rough.

Caroline rocked her hips over his erection, creating a buzzing friction between them. Klaus attended to her other breast then squeeze her hips hard. A signal. He wanted to be inside of her. At that point, he needed it and judging by her wanton mewls, she needed it just as much as he did.

She shifted up and poised her entrance over his swollen cock. A sharp hiss was exchanged between them as she sunk down, taking every inch of him into her warm, wet depths. Klaus bit his lip and Caroline tangled her fingers in the necklaces at his throat as she began to ride him. He bucked up into her, meeting the roll of her body, and she gasped. She was tight and warm and felt so damn good.

"Fuck," she breathed as their hips clashed together again.

Hard and fast was difficult in their position, but Klaus wasn't a gentle man. His fingers dug in to her thighs, knowing that even after they parted ways, she would still have the memory of his fingers on her for at least a few days. His lips sought her throat, his teeth her collarbone, and she sighed and cried "harder" and "faster" and Klaus gave her all he had.

"I'm close," Caroline breathed frantically. "Close! I'm-I'm-ahhh!"

Words escaped her as he dragged his thumb over her clit and pushed her over the edge. She rode him, sweet waves crashing over her, and after a few more rolls of her hips Klaus was gasping his release into her mouth.

The smell of sweat, sex, and grease was pungent in the car. Caroline sat back and looked into his eyes. A coy, satisfied smile spread across her face. Klaus couldn't help but mirror it.

He didn't know who the hell she was or how the hell this had happened, but damn if he didn't need a good fuck.

As if reading his mind Caroline scooted off him and slid back to the other side of the cab saying, "Car batteries aren't the only things that need a little recharging sometimes."

Before Klaus found words, she had scooped up her clothes and was sliding out of the car to dress.

A few moments later, it was full dark. Stars twinkles and the air had become cooler. Caroline unhooked the battery charger from the car and put it back in her truck.

"You should be good to go now," she said. "I have somewhere to be. But the garage is straight that way." She pointed. "Can't miss it."

Klaus thanked her for her help, unable to keep the double meaning out of his tone. "Elijah and Kol will be wondering where the hell I've been," he mused allowed.

Caroline laughed, her blonde curls shaking. "Don't worry," she told him. "My friends at the shop, Katherine and Bonnie, are taking good care of them."

She laughed again and climbed into her truck. The engine started a soon her tail lights were fading in the distance.

Taking good care of them…

Did she mean?

Klaus chuckled and shook his head, pulling his shirt back on and getting into his car.

"Bloody impossible," he said out loud, as he turned the ignition.

He took back his words though, when he saw Kol, grease stain on his face and Elijah, hair ruffled. Caroline's friends just offered coy smirks from inside their office.

"You will never believe what happened to us," Kol said to Klaus as he got into the car.

Elijah remained quiet, but there was an unmistakable smile on his face.

He had a feeling he knew exactly what happened to them.

Road trips, he concluded, weren't so bad after all.