The Only One (Wrench Kings ,#3)

by Daisy Jane

I nod. “Okay, so it’s probably nothing.” Disappointment swells inside me. “That makes more sense than it being… anything.” “Whatever the case, we’ll take off for lunch,” Beau adds with a smile. His insinuations leave me feeling a little depressed because now I’m convinced it’s likely nothing. But I don’t give off sad vibes, that’s not what I’m about. Smiling, I nod. “Thanks.”

We’re doing this to make him confident for his forever girl. I bet he’ll find a woman like the one in here the other day.

ignoring the fluttering in my belly when I think about how he looked at me after the second kiss. Whoever he ends up with after this, she’ll be the recipient of that doe-eyed, pussy destroying stare of adoration. Lucky bitch, whoever she is.

“I have your number, Laney. We’ve texted before.” “Oh.” I’m puzzled. I wrack my brain as I shove my phone away. “Really?” His face droops a little, like snow beginning to melt. “Yeah. A couple of times. It’s cool.” He gets his phone out and starts doing something on it. “I’ll text you.”

I’m sure my inexperience is secretly laughable to her. That a twenty-six-year-old virgin is essentially a joke, but the way she treats me is so kind and doesn’t make me feel bad for my insecurities or inexperience… It makes me like her all that much more.

It’s Miller and me right now, and the ache that tears through my heart at our temporary nature is getting hard to ignore.

I think it’s a good idea because I want Salsa to love her. Chicks like cats. Most of them, at least. Maybe if Salsa loves her, she’ll have a harder time giving me up.

That’s probably the second most pathetic thing about me–that I am going to use my cat to guilt my crush into being with me. Only second to being a virgin, but of course.

the truth is, my favorite first was just having an evening with the woman I’m pretty sure I love.

“What’s up?” I ask finally, and as much as I want to know, I’m also terrified. Because what if her distance is from realizing that I’m too much? I’m teaching her a skill she can use to build a career, and she’s been tasked with helping me be myself. Who needs lessons for that? I shake my head, ready to say never mind and disappear into the shop because at times like this, the way I was raised takes hold of me in the form of depression and shame, and all I want to do is disappear.

I’ve wanted you to want me for years, and now that it feels like you sort of do, I’m kind of freaking out. And my usual way of relieving stress is currently sitting in a cage.

But I felt that twinge of pain and pleasure when I first saw her. She was blowing a bubble with her gum, typing on the computer, and listening to something in her EarPods. And I just felt the unbelievable and all-consuming, crushing weight of love. Right then. I knew whatever complexities she had; I’d want them. Whatever troubles she had, I’d try to solve them. Whatever she needed from me, I’d give her. I felt it. The way you can open your palms under a rainy sky and feel the chill of the sky’s tears, the love for her was there, inside me, from day one.

“You cum hard,” she smiles down at me, wiping the last of my release off the side of my throat, where the last ambitious shot went.

I bet everything she does feels like heaven. I bet cumming inside of her is otherworldly. Watching her belly fill out with my baby and getting to make love to her each night… fuck me.

Confused, I stare blankly at her as I try to understand but then it occurs to me that she’s being normal and it’s me that’s in the wrong. She’s right–what I said was romantic. Because it came from my heart, which is basically a walking billboard for Delane.

I laid down with him after. Thank god my hair was frizzy and a mess after fooling around–it was perfect to absorb my bittersweet tears as I lay with him.

He’s panting, but immediately, his eyes fall on my open mouth, where the last of his load pools on my tongue. I close my mouth and swallow, then crush our mouths together.

“You were such a good boy,” I whisper, smiling against his lips as I take another kiss. He wiggles his arms before wrapping them around me, crushing my body to his. His lips slide across my cheek, landing on my ear as his cock rests thick and fat against my thigh. I just came, but my pussy still pulses in response. “I’m your good boy,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and unguarded.

Something’s off and the feeling it gives me is nothing short of a knife to my belly.

“Wait, Miller.” I find her eyes and see worry in them. “We don’t have to,” I say, releasing the hold I have on myself. I go back to both arms curled at her shoulders. “I want to, I just wanted to say… It's my first time, too.” I pull back, propping myself on my palms, my body swaying over hers. “What?” “Just that… I’m a virgin, too.”

I let myself glance–just glance–at where her soft, pink cunt is spread around my cock, sucking me down, drinking me in. The sight of myself disappearing between those pouty lips makes me clench my ass and abs,

“Lie back,” I rasp, and without argument, she does. Nestling myself between her thighs, I take the wet towel and smooth through her lips, spreading her open tenderly. A moment of delicate touching and wiping passes and my cum begins to slip out of her in lazy, thick streams. My careful wiping ceases as I watch much of my orgasm leave her body, creating a white puddle beneath her before disappearing into my bed.

She shakes her head. “Where did you come from, Miller?” I shrug. “A place that never understood me.”