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Fanfiction Inspired by Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight Series

Well Serviced

(One-Shot)

By OhPenelope5446

Summary: Bella needed her car serviced but she got more serviced than she bargained for.

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BPOV

When  the  service  light  signaled  on  the  dash  board  of  my  BMW,  I  sighed.  Great,  now  what  was  I
supposed to do? I had received this car as a gift from my mom and her new husband Phil for high school
graduation.

I had only recently moved to Chicago to start work as an English teacher. This was my fresh start. I was
finally growing up and spreading my wings, becoming independent. I wanted to show the world that I,
Bella Swan, could do things on my own. So, I knew what I had to do. It was blaringly obvious. Even the
car knew it needed to be serviced, and who was I to complain? It was my baby, after all.

Once I arrived home, I stepped out of the car gracefully and I flicked the key fob as the top lifted up, and
covered  the  car  securely.  Okay,  so  we  still  had  a  way  to  go  before  summer,  but,  hey,  it  was  a  warm
evening. I looked over my M3. She was a beautiful piece of German machinery. The car was slick and
graceful yet looked dominant all at the same time. I loved the way the leather smelled and the sound the
seats  made  when  I  slid  into  the  driver's  seat.  I  loved  the  way  the  car  roared  to  life  when  I  turned  the
ignition and the engine fired up. I loved the fact that it purred when it was idling, and when needed, it
was an angry lion waiting to escape the confines of its steel prison. Yes, I loved that car, and I needed to
find someone to look after her for me.

I walked up the porch steps thinking of what all the men in my life would have done in my situation. I
opened  the  front  door  dumping  my  bag  on  the  floor.  I  pulled  out  the  phone  book  from  under  the
telephone table and flipped through to find a mechanic. I sighed to myself realizing how many listings
there were. Seriously, how was I supposed to tell who was best for my baby from a three inch by three
inch  black  and  yellow  advert?  I  flicked  over  a  few  more  pages,  and  sighed.  Phil  my  mom's  husband
would just say take it to the main dealers, however, I knew my father would have said stay local, I was
torn. I chucked the book onto the table and picked up the phone. Remaining independent I dialed the one
person I knew would help me and she answered on the second ring.

"Hi, Rose." If there was any one's judgment I could trust with my baby it would be hers, even though I

had only known her since moving to Chicago. We had met randomly at the gym and had become good
friends since. I felt I could trust her like the sister I never had.

"Bella. We're still on for Friday?" she questioned.

"Yep, still on, babes. I was just wondering if you know of a good mechanic. My service light just turned
on in the Beamer."

"Hey, Rose, who's on the phone?" I giggled hearing Emmett hollering in the background.

"It's Bella. She's after a mechanic; her car needs a service!" she answered his question quickly. "Well,
Bells, to be honest I normally just go to the main dealer," Rose stated.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking, too. It was just a thought, Rose." I was just about to ask her what she
was wearing Friday night when I heard mumbling in the background and then the crack of Rose's hand
connecting with the back of Emmett's head. I had witnessed this action on many occasions in the past
that I didn't have to ask what the noise was. I knew it too well.

"Shit, that hurt, babe." I didn't hear what was said previously, but I sympathized with Emmett's pain.

"I said her car needs servicing, Em. God, all you think about is sex, don't you?" I tried not to laugh,
knowing full well he had commented on my lack of a sex life, but, hey, I knew it. I wasn't looking for a
guy. I was still trying to get my bearings in life. I had an emotional time up until now and the few guys I
had dated thus far were timewasters. However, I was not opposed to dating in general, it's just I hadn't
found the right connection to be worth my while.

"It's alright, Rose, I'll call you back later. I also wanted to ask what you were wearing Friday."

"Hold on, Bells. Em has something to say." I waited patiently, as I listened to the mumbling at the other
end of the receiver. "Okay, so Em knows some guy, who knows some guy." I could sense her rolling her
eyes at Emmett." Yeah, he has a garage and probably would be able to service it for you."

"How far is it?"

"Em said it's close by. Do you want me to get his address and number?"

"Yeah, okay, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to get a quote."

"Okay. I'll get Em to get the number for you and I'll call you later on tonight once the kids are asleep."

"Okay, bye. Kiss the kids, and, Rose, thank Emmett for me."

"I won't thank him yet, Bells. Bye, sugs."

I disconnected the call quietly confident of my options. If worse came to worst I would go to the main
dealer.

Last  night  Rose  called  back  with  all  the  details  of  the  garage,  and  I  was  surprised  how  local  it  was  it
was. It was only five minutes away from the school where I was working. So, this morning, because I
didn't have class, I thought I would pass by and get a quote. I had also told Rose to be expecting my call
later on to pick me up just in case I needed to leave the car.

I grabbed my bag and the keys off the table and walked down the front steps toward my car, smiling to
myself that it was warm enough to put the top down two days in a row. I clicked the key fob and slid
into the black leather seat, slowly putting the key into the ignition.

As I turned the key, the car instantly roared to life. I put my foot to the gas pedal and revved my baby
up. Switching the radio  on, I pulled smoothly out of the parking space. I pushed my foot down on the
gas  and  my  body  was  involuntary  pinned  to  the  seat.  I  never  got  bored  of  the  sense  of  pleasure  I  got
from feeling the power of this car. I recognized the slight tingle between my legs that I could not contain
while driving my baby. I would be lying if I said it didn't bring a smile to my face. This car made me
horny.

The journey wasn't long. I'd managed to gain a few curious glances, mainly from men, eye fucking my
car. I slowly drove toward the garage. I'd googled the shop last night and it looked respectable enough. It
had  a  semi-professional  website  and  it  sounded  like  a  family-run  business.  I  was  worried  that  I  was
going to get sent to some backstreet butcher that would mutilate my baby, but Emmett did good, really
good.  As  I  pulled  up  toward  the  forecourt,  there  was  a  large  sign  reading,  "Cullen  Cars—for  all  your
servicing needs."

I pulled into the yard slowly, putting the car into neutral. I'd never been in a proper garage to understand
the etiquette. Saying I was nervous was an understatement.

I  glanced  around  looking  for  a  sign  that  said  "Office"  as  I  got  out  of  the  car.  I  didn't  want  to  appear
vulnerable,  and  I  hoped  I  wasn't  showing  signs  of  a  woman  driving  a  flashy  car  with  a  sign  over  my
head stating: "Please, come rip me off!"

I saw a young blond guy duck out from under the car on the ramp and head toward me.

"Hey, how can I help, ma'am?" He froze in his tracks and I heard him barely whisper under his breath,
"You're shitting me. A  real  M3."  He paused for  a second, drooling  over  my  car  and  in  another  barely
audible  whisper  said,  "V8,  414  brake  horse  power,  295foot-pounds  of  torque,  naught  to  60  in  4.8
seconds  in  Melbourne  Red."  He  was  practically  rattling  off  the  sales  pitch  on  this  car.  I'd  heard  it  a
thousand times and I smiled inwardly to myself.

That was why I always called Phil, to avoid shit like this, but now it was my responsibility. I was in the
real world making it on my own. I did, however, make a mental note to call the dealer when I got out of
there.

Just then I spotted him walking toward me. He walked out of the darkness into the forecourt rubbing his
hands on a rag that he chucked to one side. His movements seemed to slow down, and his hand went up,
his fingers gliding through his floppy auburn hair, just like he'd walked out of a sex commercial.

My thoughts were incoherent, and in that split second if he'd spoken to me, I would've barely been able
to put a sentence together. This guy was GQ gorgeous. He approached me, not once taking his eyes from
mine.

"Mike, I got this one!" The blond guy, obviously Mike, just stood there staring at my car. I could feel
my blush in my cheeks burning. But, hey, the guy who'd just walked out was attacking my senses like
no one had before. I could feel my panties getting wetter. And as I watched him, he glanced menacingly
at Mike. A shiver went down my spine; he actually meant it.

Mike sauntered away taking one last look back toward my car.  I probably should've been envious that
the car got more attention than me, but it was an awesome car so I didn't care.

Mr. GQ and I stood staring at each other for what felt like forever until he spoke his first words to me.

"Hi,  I'm  Edward,  Edward  Cullen."  The  god  held  his  hand  out  to  me.  I  grasped  his  hand  and  shook  it,
instantly feeling sparks fly between us. He pulled his hand away and slid it through his hair. Must be a
nervous  habit  or  something…  I  didn't  mind,  though,  because  it  made  his  hair  look  like  sex  hair,  a
freshly-fucked 'do. They could market that.

"Hi,  I'm  Bella."  He  smiled  at  me  as  if  he'd  been  let  in  on  some  inside  joke.  "I'm  here  to  get  my  car
serviced." Argggh! Of course I was here to get my car serviced. I was at a car service shop. Gee, what
did this man do to me?

"I see," he stated nodding slightly, the smile still  playing  at  the  corners of his  mouth.  I watched as  he
slowly walked around my car. "Beautiful." I tried not to blush, but I don't think I could help it. It was an
involuntary  action  I  thought  I'd  grown  out  of.  I  don't  know  why  I  blushed,  but  deep  down  in  my
subconscious, I wanted that comment to be about me not the car.

Bringing myself back from my fantasies I said, "I was wondering if you guys could give me an estimate
and a time frame." I glanced at him as he stared over at me. He put his hand up to his chin, still nodding.
It looked like he was in deep thought.

"Yeah,  yeah.  Sure.  No  worries.  Pull  the  car  over  there  to  that  carport,"  he  said,  pointing  toward  the
closest one to us, "and  I'll be out to look at it in  a moment. Umm, and then we can have a seat in my
office over there." He pointed in the opposite direction toward a little door off to the side.

"Okay." I nodded. I watched him walk away and immediately noticed his ass. It was hard and taut. He
must work out. I couldn't help but think of him naked. The uniform, coveralls, overalls, or whatever he
was wearing, was hot, like fucking hot! And the grease smears just added to the fantasy. Immediately, I
was dreaming of all naughty, naughty things I could be doing to him in his office. I shook my head and
climbed back into my car. She started up with a roar and I eased her into the port.

I sat for a moment trying desperately to get my thoughts out of my panties. But before I realized it, he
was  back, opening the door  gesturing  for me to  get out.  I put  her in  park and hopped out  quickly.  He
closed the door gently behind me. God, a gentleman as well. Could this guy get any better?

"Okay, so let's check her out then." He pulled a notepad out of his pocket, as he walked around the back
of  the  car  obviously  jotting  down  make,  model  and  license  plate.  I  couldn't  help  but  look  him  up  and
down, finally  giving myself a chance to  check the rest  of him out.  The  blue coveralls he was  wearing
were quite tight with an emblem on the back. They were unbuttoned down to his waist, and I noticed the
gray t-shirt  that was  clinging to  his  defined chest muscles.  I instantly wanted to  touch him. He caught
my gaze and smirked as I was trying to decipher the buckle on his jeans that was slightly peeking out.

"Do you mind?"

I smiled apologetically at him, having been caught staring at his cock; however, he motioned toward the
car.

"No, go ahead." I shook my head, embarrassed as I watched him open the car door. He crouched down
and leaned in to the foot well popping the hood.

"Let's see what we're dealing with." As he leaned over and pushed the hood up, I slowly moved around
him to look into the engine well, not that I had a clue what I was looking at, but I did get a good view of
that firm ass in the process.

"Nice car you got here. You had it long?" he questioned me looking from the corner of his eye. I smiled
at  him and for some strange reason  I was slightly  embarrassed to  admit  the truth.  I don't  know why.  I
didn't  know  this  guy  from  Adam,  but  he  did  look  hot  bending  over  my  car  like  that,  so  I  gave  up  the
information without thinking.

"Since  new."  Apparently,  I  was  one  of  many  words  today,  wasn't  I?  I  watched  as  he  touched  various
parts of the  engine, prodding  and poking various pipes like he  was  doing a mental check list.  Oh, my
God, this  guy  will be my  undoing. His  tentative  hands practically caressed my car, and  I was  actually
feeling slightly jealous that his fingers were touching the car and not me.

"Mmm, I would have to say that if it's on finance it should really be worked on by the dealer, to keep all
the warranties in  check.  It's  a shame because  I  would've liked working on this beauty." The little grin
was back.

It  was  like  he  knew  the  way  his  lips  curled  into  that  little  grin  sent  shivers  down  my  spine.  And  I
whispered,  "It's  not  on  finance."  I  never  liked  disclosing  the  fact  that  this  car  was  fully  paid  for.  I
normally let people have the same presumptions he did. I actually thought he hadn't heard me, and I was
just about to reiterate, when he looked up at me and smiled a wicked little grin that made me feel even
more excited and slightly damp.

"Well, that changes things immensely." I tried not to look but couldn't help myself and I caught the little
glint in his eye. "Bella, go take a seat in the office and we can book her in." He smiled, holding out his
hand for the keys.

I handed my keys off to him silently and walked into the office. The office wasn't large. It had a desk
filled  with  papers,  receipts,  invoices,  and  order  forms  all  edged  with  grease,  and  a  computer  that  had

seen better days.  It had  a few  chairs lining the  wall and a  fake plastic tree in  the  corner. The TV was
perched on a stand in the corner and I noticed that the news was on. I walked over and sat in one of the
chairs, attempting to watch the news. My mind, however, had a different idea. I couldn't help but think
of  all  the  different  places  we  could  have  sex  in  this  tiny  office.  Missionary  on  the  chair,  from  behind
over the desk… my mind was filled with possibilities. And I hadn't even thought about the workshop
yet...  I  was  still  in  dream  world  when  Edward  came  in.  It  wasn't  until  he  cleared  his  throat  that  I  was
privy to his presence.

"So,  it  looks  like  a  simple  oil  and  filter  change.  Nothing  too  complicated.  I  can  have  it  ready  for  you
later on today say around six?" I looked at the sign on the door and noticed they closed at five.

"Oh, well, that's  okay.  I  can just come back tomorrow to  pick it up.  I know  you  guys  close at  five,"  I
stated waving my hand toward the sign.

"Oh,  it's  not  a  problem  at  all.  I  stay  late  a  lot  of  the  time  to  get  work  done.  I  hate  to  leave  a  project
unfinished especially when it's not complicated." He started shuffling through papers again looking for
something and my mind drifted to obscene thoughts again. What was wrong with me?

"So, if you'll just sign here and initial here, I'll have her ready for you at six." He smiled, handing me a
pen and a piece of paper.  I took  them from  him and signed  without looking.  For all  I knew  I had just
signed my life away to this man. I snorted at my inner joke. Edward took the paper and pen back. He
raised his eyebrows at my snort and I just shrugged. He definitely didn't want to know.

"Okay, so  I'll be back around six then. Thanks!" He just nodded, smiling slightly and looking down at
his papers. Before I could ogle him some more and have even more daydreams of this delicious piece of
man, I walked out of the office going to the bench outside and dialed Rose to come pick me up.

"Rose, you have to come get me now before I do something bad!"

"What? What are you going to do?"

"I can't elaborate now. Just get your ass to the garage!" I whisper-yelled.

"Okay, okay. I'm on my way. Smooches." With that she hung up. I clung to the side of the bench trying
desperately to  keep from launching myself back into  that office and on top of Edward. Rose better be
here soon…

EPOV

I watched Bella's ass as she walked out of the office with a flick of her hair and a sway of her hips. She
was  gone,  well,  till  six  at  least.  I  sighed  as  I  leaned  back  in  the  chair.  This  woman  was  obviously
different.

I paused and thought back to the moment she'd come in. I'd heard her before I even saw her. It was the
angry growl of the BMW that drew my attention originally; I recognized that distinct rumble as soon as
it pulled into the yard. I stood in the shadows and watched her pull to a stop. I couldn't wait to get my

hands on that beast.  It  was  nice to  work on something that was  built  for the pure pleasure of speed as
opposed to the vehicles that were built just for conveyance. It excited me. Now, I enjoyed working on
cars, don't get me wrong, but you just don't get the same pleasure working on a Ford filled with car seats
as you did with something this sporty.

I looked at the car appraising the lines and contours of its body, and just as I looked down to check out
the  wheels,  the  door  opened  and,  seemingly  in  slow  motion,  I  watched  as  a  beauty  stepped  out
gracefully.  I  looked  up  from  the  ground,  slowly  memorizing  her  specifications,  my  line  of  vision
following the curve of her ass up over hips, to her breasts, and I was mesmerized not only with her car
but  with  her as  well. She was  truly a sight  to  behold.  If  I could  compare her to  anything, she was  my
equivalent of a classic car—beautiful, dangerous, and well out of my league.

Mike finally brought me out of my funk. I could see his jaw practically hit the floor spouting some shit
from the technical data manual, and if he wasn't careful, he'd be washing drool from the hood, but that
wasn't bothering me half as much as the fact that he was talking to her.

I  marched  over  to  him  to  show  him  who  had  the  authority.  I  signed  his  paycheck,  and  it  was  my
company  name  on  the  back  of  his  uniform;  therefore,  the  beauty  before  me  was  going  to  be  my
customer. Looking back I realized how unprofessional I'd acted, but I wanted to deal with this particular
customer. I had to introduce myself, I desperately needed to and I was rewarded with her touch. What I
wasn't expecting was the electric shock she gave me as her hand gripped mine.

I sat at my desk as I wrung my hands together remembering the slight shock and the way her little hand
had  felt  in  mine.  The tell  tale  twitch  in  my  pants  led  my  thoughts  astray  and  I  couldn't  help  but  think
what her hand would feel like gripping my cock. I started to feel uncomfortable as my manhood grew. I
leaned  forward  to  adjust  myself  and  I  caught  a  glimpse  of  her  sitting  on  the  bench  outside  with  the
phone held to her ear. One leg was crossed over the other seductively. This just fueled my desire for her.

I couldn't help being curious as I watched her. She looked kind of desperate. Maybe she had a husband
and was calling him for ride. I hoped that she didn't. She wore no ring and told me that she alone owned
the car. And I swear I caught her checking me out more than once. I smiled at the memory. Could I have
a chance?

Would it be totally unprofessional to offer her a lift home? Could I say it's part of the service package,
so I could get more time with her to work my magic? I sighed knowing the answer to my own question.
I leaned forward in my chair trying to get a better look at her again. She was sitting quietly and I wanted
desperately to talk to her againn.

I wanted to take her on that bench and fuck her senseless. I couldn't stop thinking of all the positions I
could take her in. On the outside she looked quiet and innocent, but the choice of car told me she was a
vixen just waiting to be unleashed.

I can safely say, however, that if I ever had the opportunity to worship that woman, it'd have to involve
her car, too. All I could do was picture her naked, draped over the hood of that red fuck-hot Beamer, the
red paint highlighting the red in her hair as it was fanned out around her as I took her from behind. I sat
on my hands trying to stop myself. My cock was longing to attack her. I took another quick peek and her

position mirrored my own, strange.

*Ring*

Fuck! I grabbed the phone quickly, slightly out of breath.

"Cullen Cars." Shit! Why the fuck did the phone ring while my cock was practically ripping through my
boxers. Just then I saw Bella stand up from the bench. I watched as a black Cadillac Escalade pulled into
the yard and my jaw dropped as I eyed the driver.

I realized that I wasn't paying any attention to whoever was on the phone so I quickly cut them off.

"Sorry,  can  I  just  take  your  number  and  call  you  back  in  a  few  minutes?  Something  has  come  up
unexpectedly." Literally, I thought. I quickly jotted down the number given to me and ended the call not
even realizing that I didn't grab the name as well or what it was for.

I  practically  sprinted  the  distance  of  the  office  and  watched  the  tail  lights  of  an  Escalade  leaving  the
yard. Damn! Well at least she was coming back at six to pick up her car when no one else was going to
be here. I was officially fucked.

The parts for Bella's M3 arrived later in the day and it didn't take me long to do the work. The job itself
was  relatively  simple.  It  was  literally  a  flush-through  and  a  filter  change.  I  topped  it  back  up  with
high-end  oil  and  it  was  done.  It  was  basic  work,  and  normally  I  would  have  dumped  it  on  Mike;
however, I felt the need to do this job personally. I wanted it done properly. I wanted to know I was the
only one who could touch her.

I lowered the car off the ramp once I was finished, and I jumped in it to pull her out of the carport and to
prepare her for Bella's return. I sat behind the wheel for a while just with the car idling. It was hard to sit
here  and  not  be  turned  on.  I  could  feel  myself  getting  horny.  My  cock  was  uncomfortably  hard,  but  I
couldn't get out of the vehicle, and I didn't want to. I could smell her faint fruity smell mixed with the
leather from the seats. I was in heaven.

Before I realized what I was doing, I had reversed the car quickly and spun her round in the yard. I was
going out on a test run. Next thing I knew I was on the open highway pushing the car to its limits, and it
didn't disappoint.

My body was pulled into the seat with every gear shift, and the car responded effortlessly to my touch.
The M3 needed to be driven hard and fast  and that's what  I'd do.  I was hoping I could do the same to
Bella, except hard and slow.

I pushed the car to the limit and I couldn't help myself from getting even more turned on. I could feel my
cock straining for its release. All I could think about was Bella and how hot she looked behind the wheel
of this fucking car. I almost exploded from the thought alone.

My cock was throbbing and it was getting to the point that it was painful. I slipped the car into automatic
transmission as I tried to adjust myself, but touching only made it worse. I needed to release some of my

tension.  I had barely hidden my hard-on when I was with Bella this morning and six was approaching
fast.

Before I realized what I was doing, I slowed the car and set the speed. I pushed my knees up to hold the
steering  wheel  straight,  and  unbuckled  my  jeans  quickly,  not  once  taking  my  eyes  off  the  road.  I
adjusted  the  wheel  again  with  my  knees  as  I  lifted  my  ass  just  enough  to  shimmy  my  jeans  down  to
release my straining cock. I grabbed the wheel with one hand and gripped my cock firmly with my right.
It felt good, so good.

All  I  could  think  of  was  Bella  leaning  across  the  center  console  licking  my  cock.  I  pumped  twice
smoothing my pre-cum down my shaft. I gripped the wheel with my left hand as I closed my eyes for a
split second picturing the way Bella bit down on her bottom lip earlier today; I pumped my cock slowly
and tightly.

I  tried  to  visualize  the  way  her  lips  would  fit  around  my  cock.  How  the  vibrations  of  the  moving  car
would jolt her body around. I wanted to feel her moan round my cock with excitement when she felt the
car speeding up. I pumped faster and harder. All I could picture was her warm mouth as it kissed the tip
before plunging it deep into her mouth slowly and pulling it back out again. I was fucked.

All I could do was imagine my hand on her head as she sucked my cock furiously. I could feel myself
coiling up inside as my release was imminent. I kept my eyes trained on the road as I pumped faster and
faster. I gripped the wheel tighter still bracing myself as  I took one last look at the road and started to
ease off the gas. I placed my foot gently on the break bringing myself to a gentle stop on the shoulder. I
closed my eyes as my orgasm rocked through me. I wrapped my hand around the end of my cock and
caught my cum.

I leaned my head back against the headrest keeping my eyes closed. That was the most intense orgasm
I've ever had and she wasn't even in the damn car. As my breathing slowed and my heart stopped racing,
I realized exactly what I had just done. I'd just whacked off in a fuck-hot car owned by a fuck-hot girl. I
leaned  forward  and  laid  my  forehead  against  the  steering  wheel.  This  was  going  to  be  bad.  This  was
going to be really, really bad. I looked at the clock on the dashboard. Shit. It was almost six.

BPOV

I  spent  much  of  the  rest  of  the  day  trying  to  occupy  my  mind  to  keep  from  thinking  of  the  gorgeous
mechanic working on my car. Rose had picked me up relatively soon after I had called her, but it took
everything in me to not run back into the office and jump him. If it was that bad then I wasn't sure how it
would be at six with no one else around.

My  mind  was  saying  one  thing  while  my  body  was  saying  something  completely  different,  very
different. My mind knew that wanting this man, this stranger, was wrong. My body decided it didn't care
that I knew nothing about him, it wanted him, desperately. No man had had this affect on me, ever. I had
been with a few men, but most of the time I had to take care of myself. They were either too selfish with
their own needs or they were too inexperienced to know what to do to help me. My body could tell that
this man knew his moves and knew them well and I would have no problems in that department.

Rose had questioned me when I got into the car as I assumed she would. All I told her was that the man
that worked at the shop was hot and I needed to be picked up before I did something stupid like give him
my phone number. I didn't even dare tell her the other thoughts that had been running through my mind
and the real reason I needed her to rush to my side. She wanted me to go back and give him my phone
number so  I agreed  reluctantly to  do so  later on.  I know she just wanted me to  be happy and she was
tired of me waiting around for "Mr. Right." She thought if I stepped out on a limb and gave a man my
phone  number,  that  somehow  that  was  a  step  in  the  right  direction  for  my  "happily  ever  after."  She
wanted me to get out there.

After an excruciating day of mindless entertainment, I finally found myself back in Rose's Escalade and
heading back to the shop to pick up my baby. I was nervous. I couldn't exactly state why, but  I was.  I
wrung my hands together and bit my lip as I stared out the window.
"You  know  if  you  just  go  for  it  and  give  him  your  number  the  worst  thing  that  can  happen  is  that  he
doesn't  call  and  that  isn't  so  bad,  right?  Plus,  if  he  does  call  then  you  have  a  date  and  a  potential
relationship." She gave me a side eye and a smile as we approached the shop. We were getting closer.
"Gee, Rose, I don't even know this man and you're talking relationship? I promised you earlier that I'd
give him my phone number and I will. Let's leave it at that alright?" I sighed crossing my arms over my
chest.  I didn't  want  to  think  that far ahead. So what  if he had  me feeling things  I  hadn't  even felt in  a
committed relationship. It didn't mean anything.
"Okay, okay. You know I just want to see you happy."
"I know, Rose. And you know I love you for it," I stated as we pulled into the shop. I leaned over and
kissed her cheek. "I'll call you later okay?"
"Okay, bb," she said as she kissed me back.
I  jumped  out  of  the  truck  and  waited  for  her  to  leave  as  I  didn't  want  her  marching  through  the  door.
Once  she  was  gone  I  walked  toward  the  office.  Most  of  the  lights  still  seemed  to  be  on  so  I  walked
inside. The bell connected to the door signalled my arrival. I looked around but saw no sign of Edward. I
walked over to the desk and looked through the window into the actual shop. I saw my car, but still no
Edward.  As  I  was  about  to  sit  down  and  wait,  I  saw  movement  on  the  other  side  of  my  car  and  saw
Edward. He was sweaty and greasy and just plain hot. Oh, God, this was going to be bad, I could feel it.

I'm not sure what came over me but I walked over to the entrance of the shop and walked in. The door
shut loudly behind me. Edward turned his head in my direction and stared at me.
I  walked  toward  him  unsure  of  what  to  say  or  do.  I  felt  as  if  I  was  driven  by  an  invisible  force.  I
momentarily panicked thinking that he would be mad at me for entering his shop, but looking into his
eyes, I could tell that he was not furious at me at all, more like intrigued. I cleared the distance between
us in no time and stopped just to the side of him.

Without  warning he  grabbed my wrist,  his  eyes  never leaving mine.  He  pulled me forward, straddling
my legs, my ass against the hood. He leaned in staring at me as if asking for permission then he kissed
me, passionately. I didn't question it. It felt right.

He  let  go  of  my  wrist  and  my  hands  went  immediately  to  his  hair,  instantly  rooting  there.  His  hands
landed  on  my  hips  as  he  pressed  me  up  further  against  my  car.  It  was  sexy.  As  our  tongues  tangled
together his hands started to travel up and down my body. Eventually, his hands found their way under
my shirt to my breasts. He cupped them softly, running his fingers over my taut nipples. I groaned at the
contact. It was so erotic.

He pulled the cups of my bra down and took my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting
them seductively. My back arched into his touch. He continued his attack on my nipples as our mouths
continued to attack one another's. His hands were frenzied and our breath was labored.

"I've wanted to kiss you all fucking day," he breathed.

"Me too," I said truthfully.

"I want to feel how wet you are." His hands moved from my nipples to the buttons of my jeans. As he
undid the buttons, I felt a pool of moisture seep out of me. I wanted him that second. I hopped off my
car so we could discard the offensive material. My jeans and panties were at my feet in seconds and on
the floor, kicked to the side. He looked down and smiled that little grin that I had been fantasizing about
so much, and he lifted me back on my car hood, bare from the waist down, for whatever reason I didn't
care.

"These  have  to  go  too."  He  reached  up  and  pulled  my  shirt  over  my  head  and  unclasped  my  bra,
throwing  them  to  land  by  my  jeans.  His  hands  went  to  my  core  immediately.  His  finger  grazed  my
entrance and he moaned when he found how wet I was. My hands drifted to his cock. I slowly started to
massage  his  massive  erection  through  his  pants.  I  wanted  him  inside  me.  Suddenly,  he  dropped  to  his
knees and threw my legs over his shoulders.

"I want to taste you. I bet you taste so fucking good." His tongue went instantly to my clit and he licked
it longingly. We both groaned out in ecstasy. I leaned further back against my car until my back was on
the  hood.  Never  did  I  think  I  would  have  a  man  go  down  on  me  while  I  was  sprawled  out  across  the
hood of my car. It was so hot.

"You taste better than I thought," he groaned, his words making me wetter.

He licked and sucked my clit ravenously. My body was withering against his mouth, but I needed more.
As  if  hearing  my  silent  pleas,  he  inserted  his  index  finger  and  started  pumping  in  and  out  slowly.
Eventually, he added another finger and sped up his ministrations, his tongue never leaving my clit. The
combination of his tongue and his fingers plunging into me was too much. My hands grabbed my breasts
and my back arched. Edward moaned in satisfaction, apparently happy to see me touching myself. His
other hand twisted my nipple. I placed my hand on top of his on my breast. Edward's fingers on his other
hand scooped up when he entered me causing me to cry out.

"Shit!"  I screamed  and  with  that  I  exploded around his  fingers.  I literally  saw stars.  I  was  rarely quiet
when  I  orgasmed,  but  I'd  never  been  this  loud  or  vulgar.  I  was  in  heaven.  Edward  didn't  stop.  He
continued to pump in and out of me as I rode out the last waves of my orgasm.

Soon, my breathing calmed and my legs found their way back to the ground. Edward captured my lips
again and I could taste myself on him. I pushed his open coveralls over his shoulders as he helped free
himself. Once he was released, I found his belt buckle and started to undo his pants; reaching inside and
grabbing his cock, I felt just how big he was. For a moment I was scared that he wouldn't fit but I just
didn't  have  time  to  care.  I  slid  off  the  hood  and  dropped  to  my  knees.  I  licked  the  head  of  his  cock

eliciting a guttural groan. I put him in my mouth as far as he would go and started to suck him.

"Fuck! Your mouth feels so good." He groaned.

I used my hands to cover the part that my mouth couldn't reach. As I sucked I looked up to see Edward's
head  thrown  back  in  delight.  I  went  down  then  back  up  and  around  his  tip,  squeezing  slightly.  He
shivered. I continued this move and soon enough he was panting and closing his eyes. I could tell he was
close.

"Oh,  no,  I  don't  think  so."  He  reached  down  and  grabbed  hold  of  me,  pulling  me  up  and  twisting  me
around so my back was to him. He bent me forward so my butt was in the air and my head was on the
hood of my car. I heard some zipping and ripping noises behind me and then felt his tip at my entrance.

Before I could comprehend what was about to happen he impaled me with one swift movement.

"Fuck!"  I  screamed  out  in  pleasure.  He  stopped  momentarily  when  he  was  fully  sheathed  and  ran  his
hand over the swell of my ass, giving it a slight slap. Slowly, he started a rhythm, pushing himself into
me. He lifted his right foot up beside us as his left foot stayed down as an anchor.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good. I've thought about fucking you all day." He started to move again
and I met him thrust for thrust, pushing back into him as he pushed forward.

"Oh, yeah," I said, breathless. "Well, it's about damn time you fucked me then, huh?" He leaned forward
and  grabbed  my  nipple.  I  screamed  out.  He  went  back  to  standing,  his  hands  on  my  hips,  guiding  me
along his erection.

"Yes, I guess it is. Maybe I should punish you for making me think of you all day and then thinking it's
funny."

"Maybe you should." His hands dug deeper into me as his rhythm got even faster.

"Oh, my God, your pussy is so tight and wet. It fits me perfectly. I just might have to fuck you again just
because  you  feel  so  fucking  good."  I  moaned  at  that  thought  and  not  just  any  moan,  a  guttural  porno
moan.

"You like that baby? You like it when I talk dirty to you?"

"Oh,  God,  yes"  He  continued  to  pound  into  me.  I  knew  his  hands  were  going  to  leave  a  bruise  but  it
didn't matter, this was celestial. His fingers reached down and pinched my clit causing me to scream yet
again. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"Bella,  I'm going to need you to be quiet, okay? Don't make a sound. Do you think  you can do that?"
Demanding Edward was fucking hot. I nodded my head "yes" as best as I could.

"Good  girl."  He  continued  to  stroke  my  clit  but  in  small,  tight  circles  and  he  pounded  into  me.  I  was
trying so hard to be quiet, but it was really hard.

"You're doing so well. Maybe I'll reward you." His fingers left my clit and I whimpered loudly from the
contact  loss.  Soon,  I  felt  his  fingers  in  another  sensitive  area.  I  had  never  been  taken  there  but  I  was
curious. He didn't insert a finger he just applied pressure, glorious pressure.

"Your  pussy  is  just  too  good,  baby.  I'm  not  sure  how  much  longer  I  can  hold  out.  I  want  you  to  cum
when  I  say."  The  delicious  combination  was  almost  too  much  to  handle.  I  started  pushing  backward
again, meeting each of his thrusts. I could feel my orgasm building and I was trying hard to hold it off. I
could feel a slight twitch from Edward and I knew he was almost there.

"Cum for me Bella," he demanded.

"Edward!"  I  came  with  such  intensity  that  my  eyesight  was  blurred  and  I  had  ringing  in  my  ears.  He
pumped  into  me  a  few  more  times  and  I  felt  him  orgasm,  spilling  his  seed  inside  of  the  condom.  He
slowed down to a stop and fell forward.

Soon, he pulled out and we both took a moment to catch our breath. He took the condom off, tied it up,
and tossed it into a nearby trashcan.

"Well, that was intense," I whispered. My heart was still beating rapidly.

"I'll say."

"Mmmmm." He looked over at me and leaned forward, kissing me softly.

"Come with me." He held out his hand. I took it without question. He walked us over to a door in the
back of the shop. He opened it up. I looked in noticing it was a stairway.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Upstairs."

"Why?"

"I live upstairs and I'm making good on my promise to fuck you again." He grabbed my hand in his. "I
can't get enough of you Bella and for as long as you'll let me I want to make you cum. I'd love to hear
you scream my name all night." The thought of having sex with this man all night had me instantly wet
again. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. Instantly, his hands
groped my ass. He pulled me up so that my legs were now circling his waist.

"Or I could just fuck you here," he moaned walking me over and up the stairs. He placed me so my butt
was on the landing and he was kneeling a few steps down. He pushed me down so my back was flat on
the landing. He pulled my legs up so they were straight in the air, grabbing hold of my calves, holding
them together.

"I'd love to fuck you doggy style again because I loved watching your ass, but I want to fuck you like

this so I can watch your face when you cum." He lined himself up with my entrance. He looked down at
me as if asking a silent question.

"I'm  on  the  pill,"  I  said,  immediately  understanding.  He  nodded  slightly.  This  time  he  took  his  time
entering me. As he entered inch by mouth-watering inch, I could feel him. When he was in and our hips
were flush against each other, he closed his eyes.

"My  God,  I  can't  believe  how  wonderful  this  feels.  You're  even  tighter  like  this."  He  opened  his  eyes
looking down into mine.

"I know what  you mean." I sighed. He started a slow rhythm. This time he wasn't hurried. It was nice
and sweet. It allowed me to feel every part of him. The moment was so powerful I had to close my eyes.

"No, don't close your eyes. I want to see them." I opened them and stared into his green orbs. His eyes
said everything without my having to ask. He parted my legs wide, leaning forward to capture my lips.
His kissed me deeply. Soon he was thrusting into me faster and faster.

"Don't close your eyes. I want to see you when you cum and I want to hear you scream my name."

I nodded. Soon I felt the familiar tightening in my stomach and I came.

"Edward!" I screamed, losing control then I felt him cum with me.

"Fuck!" he shouted driving into me a few more times. He leaned forward and rolled out and off of me. I
swear,  I  could  have  fallen  asleep  right  there  in  the  stairwell.  We  took  another  moment  to  collect
ourselves.

"Okay, so I guess we should go upstairs now?"

"Yes,  let's."  He  stood  up  holding  his  hand  out  to  mine,  but  I  found  myself  unable  to  move.  I  was
deliciously sedated. Without notice he bent down and picked me up bridal style. I threw my arms around
his  neck  as  he carried me the  rest  of the way up the stairs. This  was  going to  be  a  good night,  a very
good night.

EPOV

I had just had sex with Bella. Not just once but twice, two rounds of mind-blowing sex. It was not how I
wanted it to go. Okay, well, that was a lie. Of course I'd wanted to fuck her, I couldn't think of anything
else all day. But this girl was a keeper. I should've wooed this one, wined and dined her like my dad had
taught  me,  not  taken  her  like  a  cheap  whore  on  the  hood  of  her  car  and  on  the  fucking  stairs  like  a
Neanderthal.  However,  my  dick  was  obviously  calling  the  shots,  and  I  wasn't  complaining.  I've  never
been able to fuck in such quick succession before, but that's what she'd done to me.

Bella, however, didn't seem to mind that she was in my arms at the top of the stairs. The look on her face
told me she was blissfully happy. However, I was worried. Never before had I taken a woman back to
my apartment.  Always back to  their places, but  not  to  mine. This  was going to  be a night  of firsts for

sure.

I  carried her straight  through  to  my room  and pulled the covers back  and placed her in.  Taking in the
beauty of her getting comfy in my bed and I quickly jumped in the other side as she sought me out and
put her head on my chest and curled her body around mine, fitting perfectly. It felt right as I wrapped my
arms around her. We lay in silence, her fingers tracing random patterns on my forearm. I never wanted
to lose the contact. I leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.

"Edward?" she whispered. Shit she's was probably going to tell me she wants to leave. I braced myself
for the rejection.

"Yes, babe?" I said with a slight crack in my voice. I realized then how much I needed to show her just
how capable I was of loving her.

"Could you... ummm... could you go get my purse? I left it downstairs." I let out a sigh. She looked up at
me and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you leaving?"

"Did you want me to leave?" I could feel her shaking in my arms, but I was realized that she didn't want
to go. In fact, I felt like I never wanted to let her leave.

"Bella, I never want you to leave. I really should apologize for the way behaved." I looked down guiltily
and she smiled.

"Unfortunately,  I  do  have  to  go  finish  locking  up...  I  was  rudely  interrupted  earlier."  I  winked.  She
pouted so I tilted her head up with my finger and guided her lips to mine. Her lips were still as sweet as
the first time I'd kissed her. This time, however, I wanted to show her how much I wanted her for longer
than  one  night.  Our  mouths  worked  together  in  perfect  harmony,  her  tongue  slipped  gently  into  my
mouth as I felt her hand snake up to my hair. I didn't want to break the contact, but I was paranoid about
leaving the downstairs unlocked. If I wasn't careful we could fall asleep and Mike would get a full view
of Bella's panties in the morning.

Reluctantly, I pulled away, Bella moaning at the loss of contact.

"Babe, I've got to get your panties before Mike opens up tomorrow."

"Oh! Edward, I almost forgot!"

I climbed out of bed and threw on some clothes.

"I'll be right back."

She smiled the most breathtaking smile. "Hurry." She blew me a kiss. Oh, I was so screwed.

I  practically  ran  down  my  stairs  to  the  shop  and  surveyed  the  damage.  It  wasn't  too  bad.  Our  clothes

were all heaped round the car.  I smirked at  the memory of what  had just happened there.  I locked the
office up and started pulling the shutters down. Today had been a monumental day and I was more than
excited.

It didn't take me long to shut up for the night but as I grabbed the clothes off the floor, I noticed the mess
we'd left on the hood of the BMW. I was remembering how wet Bella had been, and, shit,  I could feel
my dick throb just thinking about  it.  I  should really  clean that  up, but  in some pervy  way  I wanted to
leave it as a constant reminder of what I'd done to her.

On  the  other  hand,  I  didn't  want  to  ruin  the  paintwork,  so  I  grabbed  a  rag  and  cleaned  it  up.  After
collecting the condom from the trash can and giving one last look around mentally checking everything
off in my head that needed to be done, I flicked off the lights and walked back up the stairs.

"Bella," I whispered as I moved toward the door. She didn't reply. As I entered the bedroom, I peeked in
and was  mesmerised.  Bella was  spread out  tangled in  my sheets,  fast  asleep.  I watched the  gentle rise
and fall of her chest and I could see the slight glimpse of her pink nipple peeking out,  teasing me. She
was beautiful and I was one lucky bastard!

I gently swept her hair away from her face, and I traced my finger down her arm and rested it gently on
her hip. I sat still not wanting to wake her but I couldn't resist. I leaned forward and kissed her on the top
of her head. I was rewarded when she moaned quietly. I wanted so desperately to hear her moan again
but  she needed her sleep.  I'm  sure she was tired  after  all the evening's activities.  I was  wiped-out too;
cumming three times in one day nearly killed me. I'd had a busy week in general, but Bella in my  bed
looked  so  inviting.  I  looked  down  at  my  hands,  and  even  though  I'd  scrubbed  up  after  work,  I  still
needed to take a shower. I bent down and kissed her this time softly on her lips. She stirred gently.

"Mmmm, Edward."

I  leaned  in  to  her  hair  and  whispered,  "I'll  be  right  back,  baby,"  and  with  that  I  quickly  ran  to  the
bathroom...

I woke up and it was darker in my room. I quickly sat up and looked round the room. I glanced at the
pile of clothes I left earlier and they were still there. I sighed and thanking God that she hadn't slipped
out in the night.

Just then my girl walked into the doorway; she looked delicious. I looked her up and down and my eyes
literally feasted on her. I felt my cock twitch. She leaned on the door frame, her bare long legs crossed
over one another. I slowly followed them up and noticed what she had on. She had on one of my white
dress  shirts.  I  quickly  adjusted  my  cock  and  I  could  tell  by  the  way  her  eyes  widened  that  the  action
didn't go unnoticed.

"I hope you don't mind." She blushed motioning to her clothing.

"Mind? Bella... I don't mind. "

I needed to feel Bella, taste her, make love to her. Now.

"I'm sorry." I looked at the clock that was illuminating the room and noticed we'd been asleep awhile.

"Bella, it's late." I tilted my head to the clock. "Are you coming back to bed?" I lifted the comforter back
and  patted  the  space  in  front  of  me.  I  may  have  uncovered  myself  a  bit  too  far.  I  know  she  caught  a
glimpse of my cock but that was the plan. I wanted her. However, I looked straight at her, my intentions
clear and she didn't disappoint. She prowled toward me slowly, seductively. I tried in vain not to  hold
my  breath,  but  I  couldn't  help  myself.  She  was  stunning.  I  was  salivating  as  she  came  closer,  and  I
watched as she carefully undid the buttons..

I was mesmerized by her movements. When she reached the edge of the bed, the shirt was hanging off
her shoulders. She looked directly at me as she shimmied herself out, the shirt pooling at her ankles.

"Now, Mr. Cullen, that depends. Are you going to sleep or not?" Her grin was wicked, and I could see
that our time in the garage had unleashed a vixen within; this was the woman that had been hidden away
when I'd first laid eyes on her.

I pulled her into the bed and her back was facing my chest and I quickly pushed myself closely to her,
my  cock  pressed  between  us.  The  fabric  of  my  boxers  was  confining  and  I  couldn't  wait  to  release
myself. I tugged them down one-handed until I was able to shimmy out of them with my feet. I played
with the hair that fell from her loose bun, showering her with kisses on her bare neck and shoulders as a
soft moan released from her lips.

I inhaled her deeply, her mixed scent attacking my senses and my cock twitched grazing the crack of her
ass cheek. My hand slipped up and palmed her breasts desperately.

She smelled wonderful; she smelled like home.

"Bella."

"Mmmm, yes, baby." Shit, she called me baby and that was what  I needed hear. I wanted to show her
forever. My hand slipped down to her waist and I could feel her heat radiating from her core. I knew she
was wet. I wasn't disappointed when I pushed the tip of my finger into her wet pussy.

"Edward," she moaned loudly and I knew she was biting her lip. I started kissing my way up her neck,
licking, kissing and teasing her skin. As Bella ground her ass into my hips harder, seeking out friction, I
pushed  my  cock  between  her  closed  legs  and  she  gasped  as  I  brushed  against  her  entrance.  It  felt
amazing and so warm.

"Bella?" She didn't need for me to say anything else. She parted her legs slightly and I pushed into her. I
knew I was home. She was so tight. Her legs tightened further still.

My hands were everywhere. I couldn't stop touching her as I pumped slowly in to her from behind, her
ass slapping my groin with each thrust.

"Edward, baby, I need more... deeper... please."

Selfishly, I knew she was right but this felt so good like this, so tight.  I thrust a few more times and I
kissed her shoulder one last time as I whispered to her, "Get on your knees, baby." She quickly turned
around and kissed me deeply, her hands gripping my hair hungrily.

"Bella,  knees."  I  could  barely  get  the  words  out  and  I  felt  her  hand  stroke  my  cock  gently  and  I  was
close, too close.

"Mmmm, Bella." She kept kissing me, nipping at my jaw.

"Edward, you feel so good, baby." I smiled because it was exactly what I was thinking. "Edward." I felt
her  lips  pushing  mine,  her  hands  moved  to  my  chest  gently  pushing  me  backward  on  to  the  bed  and
before I knew it my head was on the pillow.

I groaned loudly as her sex pressed gently against my cock. I looked up and noticed her hair was down
and her long brown tresses were draped over her chest and her pink nipples were peeking through. She
was exquisite. I squeezed her breast and watched as she closed her eyes, biting her lip. I teased my hands
down her sides and lifted her up by her waist and impaled her onto my cock. She opened her eyes as I
filled her deeply. I thrust my hips and with each thrust she pushed down clamping herself around me. I
could feel my release coming but I knew hers was close, too.

"Bella, are you close?" I breathed.

"Edward,  I'm  so  close,"  she moaned as  her hands gripped my shoulders tightly.  I  gripped her ass. She
pushed  herself  harder  onto  my  cock.  I  let  myself  go  to  truly  feel  the  moment.  I  watched  her  posture
change as her walls gripped me and she bit her lip in ecstasy. She practically growled and I couldn't hold
it any longer...

"Bella!"

She was spent, lying on my chest and my arms wrapped around her securely.

"Baby, was that okay?" she questioned, as she pushed my hair up out of my eyes.

"Bella, of course, I'm okay. Why do you ask?" I was more than okay. I was fan-fucking-tastic. I thought
back  over  the  night  and  how  far  I'd  come,  how  much  I  already  felt  for  this  woman  in  my  arms,  but  I
couldn't tell her for fear of scaring her away.

"You looked worried, that's all." She was so caring. She was wonderful.

"To be honest,  babe,  I  was  thinking of the sign out  front.  I think  I need to change it."  It  was  true.  It'd
been playing on my mind since I'd locked up.

"What sign?" she inquired looking up.

"The one that says, 'Cullen Car—for all your servicing needs.'"