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Chapter 599 Irresistible Impulse
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Eric's world was damned near perfect. His insurance company was going to wire the money for Bruce into his bank account. Whatever magic Carl performed with the police worked because there were no questions about his possible setting his own car on fire; it was accepted as vandalism.
And it got even better. That bitch Knowles was dead. He didn't know how and he didn't care. Carl called him this morning with the happy news. He knew that he was going to need someone and Carl wasn't good at finding people, so he was confident he'd ask him to work for him again. The whole point of killing Knowles was to keep the organ selling business alive. He already knew about it and Carl would be afraid to bring in someone new at this delicate stage.
As he drove to Teller-Morrow, he thought about one of his fondest car memories. A friend's father had a red Mustang convertible with white leather seats. His friend's father carelessly didn't lock it one night and he'd paid the car a visit. He'd stripped off his clothes, coated his body with Armor All and rolled around on the seats. He'd gotten a little overly excited and added some of his own personal body fluids to the mix. A few days later, his friend was complaining about his father's sticky backseat. That was his very first sexual experience with something other than his hand.
Jax was going for his first oil change. After he was going to completely detail the inside and if he had time, he was going to give Jax a wash and a long, loving waxing so he'd be all shiny and beautiful. The idea of all the stroking and waxing made him a little dizzy.
He was hopeful that he would see the blonde human Jax at TM. So blonde, so muscular, so cool and so hot. Could there ever be a more perfect man? Possibly Ryan Gosling especially when he played Ken in Barbie or sang the Ken song at the Academy Awards—not that he'd watched them. He did what all smart people did—he watched the performance over and over and over again on YouTube. Gosling may be attractive, but he didn't have Jax's rough macho toughness. Jax would easily kick Gosling's narrow ass and Jax was in Charming. He could see him in person.
He shut his eyes after he parked his car in TM's lot imaging Jax coming to his car, pulling him out and shoving him into the backseat for some rough manly sex. He might not even make Jax wear a condom and he'd just have to clean the seats or maybe not. The stains could be a memory. It was a fantasy, but where there's life, there's a chance. That was always his motto.
He left Jax unlocked and walked into the office. Gemma greeted him and he explained about the oil change. She checked with Piney to find out how long.
"We're swamped right now," Gemma explained. "It's going to be two hours unless you want to come back tomorrow morning and we can have you out in twenty minutes."
"I don't mind waiting. I'll just walk over to Sammy's Diner and grab an early lunch."
"We'll have it ready in two hours then," Gemma said quickly filling out the paperwork. He signed the form, handed her the key and left the office.
As he walked past Jax, his eyes locked with blonde Jax. He felt himself go a little weak in the knees. He decided to sit inside Jax and rest a moment. It would be at least an hour before they came for Jax.
He looked out and saw Jax again. He was looking intently at a motorcycle. What he wouldn't give to be that motorcycle and have Jax look at him like that and then handle his parts, maybe tighten his screws or manipulate his oil's dip stick. A moan escaped Eric's lips.
Somehow as he was thinking about Jax, his began to pull his clothes off. Without really giving it much thought, he laid down in the backseat, pulled a condom out of his wallet, applied it and got romantic. He knew exactly what Jax liked.
The situation was too much for him. He forget where he was and began to moan Jax's name loudly. Just as he was about to give Jax the best climax of his life, he was pulled from the car.
He fell to the ground, naked, covered in sweat, his dick now limp, the condom hanging deflated with a little bit of semen in its tip. Slowly his eyes traveled up the body of the mechanic fearful and excited to discover the identity of the mechanic that had pulled him so roughly from the car afraid of whose face he was going to see, yet hoping he'd see the face of that blonde Adonis Jax Teller.
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Next Up: Eric's Very Bad Morning. Kind of sounds like Eric's Jax fantasy may not work out.