I'm back from Vaca! lol I can't wait to get back to writing lol Big thanks as always to KupKakes for betaing this chapter! I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Savannah, everything else belongs to their rightful owners!

Chapter 16

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Savannah knew finals were tomorrow, but she wanted to come in the day before to make sure everything was alright with her engine. She'd put it together from scratch and still had to test it.

In truth, she just needed something to get her mind off her date a few days ago. Her head was all over the place trying to figure out what was going on between her and Juice. Was there anything even going on between them? She really wasn't sure. Sure, they'd kissed a few times, hooked up once when she first got to the city, but that was as far as they'd gotten intimately. Otherwise anything between them was purely friendship.

But then there was the problem of that cougar he was seeing. She didn't want to know all the details, but she knew enough. She'd seen Juice let her pay for at least his food at the movies. This woman came when he called and came to see him when he didn't. Savannah knew Juice, she knew if it was nothing, he would have dropped her along time ago.

So where did that leave them?

She wasn't going to be the other woman, or just the girl he'd rather fuck. She wasn't a sweet butt like the sluts at home, and she won't let Juice make her into one.

Walking into the garage, Savannah felt the excitement in the pool of her stomach over her engine. She couldn't wait to hear it purr. Walking around the corner, her heart dropped to her stomach, her feet freezing where they stood. "What the fuck?" She muttered under her breath.

The hood to her car was wide open, definitely not how she left it. She didn't need to get closer to see that something was clearly wrong. It didn't have an engine. The engine she'd been working on all semester every chance she could get. Scanning the room, she finally found, or what was left of it, taken apart on her and Juice's work bench.

Who the hell . . . why would . . . she couldn't even focus on a question. All she knew was that someone had sabotaged her project. Were those little boys really so intimidated by her that they had do this? This was beyond any little idiotic comment.

There was no way she could put it back all together by tomorrow. Especially not when she had a shift in an hour. She was done. All that hard work, it was over. She was never gonna pass without a final project. She'd have to go home and tell them she failed. They'd be so disappointed in her.

Glancing at her watch, she knew she needed to leave soon. She had to walk to the diner from here and change there. She'd only meant to be here for a few minutes to test the engine. Fuck, what was she suppose to do now? This was horrible. Gritting her teeth, she wouldn't get upset over this. She'd figure a way to fix this. She'd just have to think about it during her shift.

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Walking into the diner, she really hoped it would be so busy she didn't have to talk to anyone else, or so slow Mrs. P would let her go early. She had no idea what she was going to do. She couldn't even come in early to work on it. Her class was first and it was early in the morning.

Unfortunately, seeing the normal buzz of people, she knew neither of those options would happen. She was doomed. And to make it worse, she could see Juice talking to Mr. P behind the counter. He was working with her today. Great, just great. Having to talk to him was just making her day so much better.

She really wasn't in the mood for dodging him. Keeping her head down, she tried to just walk past them so she could change and get to work.

Unfortunately, her luck only went so far. On her way out, she walked right into Juice. Before she could fall, his arms wrapped around her and held her to him. Blushing, she looked up to see him grinning back. His grin disappeared when he saw the sadness in her eyes though. He knew something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

Did she tell him? She didn't need to ask him if he knew, she knew he wouldn't do that to her, but did that mean she had to tell him? He'd find out himself tomorrow. She knew Juice though, he wouldn't leave her alone until she told him. Might as well save her a headache, right?

"I, um, I went to test my engine before coming here." She paused, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Someone took it apart and left all the pieces on the table. There's no way I'll be able to fix it before class tomorrow." She explained, keeping her eyes on her shoes.

The last thing she needed was Juice seeing how much this upset her. Of course, Juice already knew. He knew how important this class was to her. She wasn't doing it just for shits and giggles like other girls would have. She wanted to pass this class badly. It was her major after all. She was serious about being a mechanic, and he knew her final grade was important to her.

He wanted to help her. He really wanted to help her. Maybe she'd take him seriously if he could fix this. Then again, it wouldn't be about getting in her pants. He wasn't that shallow. He wanted to see her pass. He wanted to see her prove all those jerks wrong. Personally, he just wanted a reason to rub it in their faces that they didn't break her.

More importantly, he wouldn't mind being her hero again. He liked proving to her that he wasn't just some goofball. It was different with her. With Mel, he could just be the idiot mechanic who sold weed. With Mrs. P, he was her Juancito, the boy she wanted to take care of. To Savannah, he wanted to be the guy she could rely on. Someone she could want. This was his chance to make that happened.

"I think I can figure something out. I've worked on my car in there before after hours. I know how to get in without being caught." He explained. "If you're interested I mean.."

Her head lifted up, her eyes meeting his. He could see the newfound hope playing in her eyes and hoped he didn't let her down. "You can do that?" She asked.

Nodding, he knew he could do that much. He just hoped he could pull off helping her get her engine done in time. He knew he had a shift at the club tonight, but . . . but Savannah needed him more. He could miss one shift. At least he hoped so. "Uh, yeah. We can do it after you get off tonight. Just wear something dark, you won't stick out as much." He said, giving her a quick look over.

As much as he loved her uniform, the bright pink wouldn't help them any. Rolling her eyes, she nudged him. "Shut up. I've got to get out there." She said as she slipped around him. She paused before she got to the end of the hallway and turned. "JC? Thanks. You have no idea how much this means to me." She said out before going out to start her shift.

Juice stared after her with a small smile. He suddenly couldn't wait for his shift to be over.

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Savannah couldn't believe that they were doing this, that she was doing this. Standing outside of the shop, she watched as Juice picked the lock to get inside. She found herself amazed she was actually breaking into their school's garage. It was for a good reason though.

Juice motioned for her to be quiet as he opened the door. He'd obviously done this a few times before. He wasn't worried about there being some silent alarm like she was. Without thinking, she reached forward and took his hand, following him inside of the building. The two were quiet as they went to the garage. They had to be even quieter in there because everything echoed in there.

Looking under the hood, Juice could see that the guys really outdid themselves this time. It was completely fucked up. The pieces were all over their work bench, like Savannah had told him. There was a good chance this would take all night. Not that he had anywhere better to be since he called out of work, and he definitely wasn't going to complain about the company.

He and Savannah had been getting closer. With the stolen kisses, walking her home every Wednesday night, their little innocent flirting during classes. He even went as far as walking her to her other classes after auto mechanics.

Of course, he might have ruined his chances after the Mel run in, but he was hoping this would make up for it. She'd already told him that this meant a lot to her. Glancing over at her, watching her look at her parts in disappointment, he knew how true that was. This wasn't about trying to impress her, he did want to see her succeed.

Watching her a few minutes, he knew she was lost in her own world. Something he learned about Savannah Teller, was she was serious about this mechanic stuff. She knew what she was doing, and she, even if he didn't want to admit it, was the best in their class. Seeing her like this, just reminded him how serious she was about this. He'd been the best before, but he might have to admit defeat and admit she's better than him soon. She was definitely faster, that was for sure.

"Let's get started, huh? This engine of yours isn't gonna get fixed on it's own." He said out, snapping her back to what was going on.

She gave him a small smile before nodding. He moved over to her, grabbing their tool boxes from below the bench, and got started. Savannah snuck a glance over and smiled weakly, Juice was a better friend than she gave him credit for being.

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Hours had gone by and they still had a long way to go. The two were working as hard and as fast as they could, but they couldn't help but get distracted. Savannah had tossed her jacket to the side over a hour ago, leaving her in a tank top that kept riding up when she bent over the car and gave him a good view of the top of her breast when he leaned over her shoulder. Just because they were friends, didn't mean he wasn't attracted to her. They passed that point when they hooked up the first time they met.

Of course, standing behind her while she was bent over the car certainly wasn't helping things at all. If she didn't feel his hard-on by now, it was a miracle. Every time she moved, he had to bite his lip to keep from groaning. At a point, he knew she had to know how he was reacting to her ass being pushed against him because he could swear now every time she pushed her hips back, she was doing it purposely to torture him. "You doing okay there, Juicy pants?" She asked back, teasing him as she shifted her hips again.

The groan slipped through his lips on accident that time, causing her to giggle as she tightened a bolt. What she hadn't been expecting on him doing, was for him to grab her hip, thrusting his side into her roughly. A gasp left her lips as she felt his hard-on push hard against her fabric covered ass.

"Fuck, Savannah. You need to cut it out before I blow my load." He blurted out, probably not even realizing what he had just said to her.

One thing Savannah had learned about Juan Carlos Ortiz over the past couple of months was that he didn't have a damn filter on his mouth. Whatever thoughts passed through his head, there was a good chance it shot straight out of his mouth before he could stop it.

He could definitely make her laugh though, so there was a plus side to his unfiltered mouth.

This was bound to happen, Savannah just wasn't sure she was ready. He'd brought that other woman to the movie with him. He went home with her. Even after kissing her. Not that she was any better, she'd been on a date with someone else just like he'd been. So where did that leave them?

She bit her lip when she felt him thrust his hip into her again. Oh, right. They were there. He was basically dry humping her, and he still made her weak in the knees. They'd kissed before, but this time there were no interruptions. Nothing to keep them from crossing that line. Did she want to ruin the friendship they'd built? He was one of the few friends she actually had here, and she didn't want her hormones to get the best of her and ruin that.

"Fuck, Savvy, you can't just leave me like this. I'm gonna go home with blue balls." He groaned, his fingers gripping her hips harder.

Bitterness came over her for a moment. She was sure his 'friend' would help him out with that problem , but she wasn't going to bring her up now and ruin whatever this was. Juice just knew he couldn't keep working beside her on the engine with a raging hard-on in the way. She did feel a little bad for him. Here he was, doing her a favor when he could just let her fail, and she was torturing him. They weren't going to get anything done as long as he was thinking with his dick and not his upper brain.

With a huff, she turned around to face him and undid his belt, letting his jeans drop. "I have one question and then wherever this goes, it'll go." She paused, waiting for him to nod. "I go home in a few days, when I come back . . . you gonna act like this never happened?" She asked, her vulnerably showing for a brief moment.

She was scared he was gonna forget about her. He would have laughed if he didn't think she'd hit him for it. Like he could forget her. If it was the easy, they wouldn't have been having this kind of problem. Cupping her face, her eyes lifted up to meet his. "I can honestly tell you, that's never gonna happen, Savannah. There's no way I could forget about you." He said, stroking her cheek before he dipped his head.

Their lips met, a spark igniting between them. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her up against him. Her arms wrapped around him, her fingers threaded through his hair. Nipping at her bottom lip, she happily let him deepen the kiss. Their tongues danced together as he backed her against the car.

Pulling back briefly, she closed the hood of the car before sitting on top of it, pulling him with her. A giggle slipped throughher lips as he eagerly followed her. His mouth no sooner attached to her throat. Pulling her flat against him, he sucked on her neck. A gasp escaped from her as she gripped his shoulders when he sank his teeth in her shoulder, soothing it with kisses after.

Almost instantly, he felt himself groaning as his hands dropped to her hips when she rubbed against him. Her legs wrapped around him, his hand squeezing her thigh as he pushed back against her. Their mouths returned to the other, both smiling as they kissed. Her breath was low and hot on his skin as she nuzzled his neck, small gasps leaving her lips with every thrust of her hip. "Condom, Juice." She whispered, a sharp in take of breath following as he pressed himself against her.

Pushing back against her thrusts, he lowered her back down onto the hood of the car. It took him a moment to realize what she'd said. Pulling back, she gave him a lusty look. His eyes were hooded, his mind not having caught up with him just yet. He wanted to hear her scream his name like she had done the night in the alley.

"Juice. Condom. Now." She said, snapping him from his thoughts.

Blinking back, he nodded and dropped to look for a condom in his jeans. Taking advantage of the moment. Savannah slipped off her shorts, her underwear with it, and slipped off her tank top. She could think of a dozen other places she'd rather be doing this, but she wasn't going to risk another interruption.

Jumping back to his feet, Juice swallowed hard at the sight of the naked goddess waiting in front of him. She wanted him. He really hoped he wasn't dreaming. Reaching forward, he cupped her face, stroking her cheek. Blushing, she bit her lip in a way that drove him crazy. Yeah, yeah she was real.

Biting open the condom, he pulled it out and got ready to put it on when she stopped him. Panic flashed in his eyes, briefly wondering if she was changing her mind. The little smug smirk on her face settled his nerves though.

"Let me do it." She said up, biting her lip as she rolled it onto him.

Feeling her hands on him got a groan out of him. He seriously needed to get inside of her before he blew his load right on her. He had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate him doing that. Once the condom was on, he wasted no time in pulling her down onto his awaiting cock. Finally. Fuck, she was better than he remembered.

His hand reached up, pulling down her bra cup so he could touch the mounds of flesh that were being held inside of them. "Fuck, Savannah." He groaned when he felt the hard little button. She was excited for him. His thighs were burning, and her little gasps were getting louder as he increased his speed.

The pent up frustration they'd been pushing back seemed to be coming out as her head fell back against the cold hood of the car. A small scream left her lips, his name slipping out almost right after. "JC." She moaned, her voice breathy and quiet as her nails dug deeper into his back. He had started rotating his hips, and it was driving her over the edge. "Please, J-Juice." She pleaded, her self control slipping away with every thrust of his hips.

This would have to top the hottest things he'd ever done before. Not to say he and Mel hadn't done anything wild, but this . . . this was definitely different. "Fuck, you gotta . . . you gotta, fuck. Turn over." He groaned, sweat beating down his forehead as he surprised her by pulling out and turning her over.

Her hands hit the hood of car to catch her fall. Brushing her hair off her shoulder, he dipped in and kissed her neck. His hands grabbed her hips, he wanted to test a theory. SMACK. A surprised gasp left her mouth, looking over her shoulder with a raised eye brow. When she didn't hit him and pull away, he took that as a good sign. Raising his hand, he smacked her ass again, provoking a moan out of her. "You like that, don't you? I had a feeling you would." He chuckled, nuzzling her neck as his hand palmed her pink ass cheek.

She loved it, just like he thought she would. He'd have to remember that. There'd be time to think about that later. Right now, he was kind of not in the mood to think. Ramming back into her, a sharp gasp left her mouth at the impact of it.

A low growl left his throat as his eyes closed, his hand squeezing her hip while the other held the back of her neck to hold her down. It wasn't the most of comfortable positions, but she wasn't about to tell him to stop. Her nails scraped against the car, an O forming on her mouth as he hit just the right spot. The hand on her neck moved into her hair, gripping her head to turn her face so he could steal a kiss from her.

With a few more hard thrusts, he knew he was about to come undone. He wanted to get her off first though. Slipping his hand around, he started rubbing her clit. She cried out, her body on fire with every movement. She wasn't sure how much long she could last. Circling her sensitive little nub seemed to do it for her. With a grunt, he spilled his seeds into the condom. Breathing hard, he came down from the high before turning her around. Their eyes locked together, both of them smiling.

Breaking the eye contact first, Savannah fixed her bra and reached for her shirt. Pulling it on, she slipped her panties and shorts back on next. Juice took the hint and slipped off the condom. Tying it up, he tossed into the barrel and pulled his pants up.

"You should, um, go make sure no one can find that. Last thing we need is someone finding out about . . . you know, us breaking in here. I'll get back to work on this," she said, her face flustered as she avoided looking at him.

She wasn't sure where they stood now, but one thing she did know, was that she didn't regret it. She just hoped he didn't either. He stared at her in disbelief for a moment before clearing his throat, pulling on his shirt as he nodded and went to make sure no one could accidentally found the condom.