Legend (Arizona Vengeance #3)(35)

I manage to locate a bucket, sponge, and some old towels. I grab her dishwashing soap and head into the garage. I’ve only been in Pepper’s car once, and that was the night she drove me to the hospital. I remember her apologizing for how dirty it was, but I really wasn’t paying attention. Had other things on my mind.

But I’ve since noticed on the few occasions I’ve seen her car since, that it’s really dirty. I asked her and she said she hates washing her car and is too busy to take it to a car wash.

And I will remedy that this morning for her. In fact, maybe I’ll make it a weekly thing. Or…with my hectic schedule a monthly thing. Or…with the insane amount of money I make, I could hire someone to do it weekly.

    Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.



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I’m just rinsing off the rear quarter panel on the passenger side when Pepper comes strolling out of my house. Her short hair gets easily mussed just from regular sleeping but we were rolling around a lot last night and it’s sticking up all over the place.

One of the things I like about Pepper is that she just doesn’t care.

I straighten fully and ogle her while she strides my way, her car in between us. She’s wearing nothing but one of my shirts that practically swallow her up. It comes to mid-thigh and I wonder if she bothered to put her panties on. I do a quick look around the neighborhood and no one else is outside right now, so I guess it doesn’t matter.

Her eyes are sparkling in the morning sun. “Whatcha doin’?” she asks with a pert grin.

“Washing your car,” I reply blandly, and I can’t help that my mind goes to a dirty place. Like if I were to point the sprayer at her and hit her in the center of her chest, the white material of my T-shirt would turn opaque and her nipples would get hard from the cold water, and then…

“Why?” she asks, interrupting my fantasy and I come to find her standing right beside me. Jesus, I have to get my mind out of the gutter.

“It’s filthy, Pep,” I tell her with a teasing tone. “Have you no shame?”

“None,” she says firmly and then steps in close to me. “Certainly none with you.”

    That’s true. She holds nothing back in the bedroom and while our sexual relationship has only started and we have miles still to explore with each other, I have a feeling she’s going to give me a run for my money.

Pepper takes the sprayer out of my hand, and I tense for a moment thinking she might spray me, but she tosses it carelessly on the grass which is kept pristine in our mild climate in conjunction with a fancy irrigation system and lots of loving care from her.

She takes my hand and leads me toward the garage, which I had left open after I backed her car out to the driveway.

“What are we doing?” I ask her, thinking she’s going to take me inside and ply me with pancakes or something.

She doesn’t answer and leads me over to the side wall where she has rough wooden shelving built to hold most of her gardening supplies. At the end, and closest to the short staircase that leads into her kitchen, there’s a recessed area where she has hooks that hold garden hoses and small tools.

Pepper pulls me into that small area and her hands immediately go to the button of my jeans. When she pulls it loose and starts to lower my zipper, bells go off in my head and I know exactly what’s getting ready to happen.

My head snaps to the right and I can see through the half stocked shelves right out the garage to her car and the street beyond. If someone were to casually stroll by on the sidewalk, I doubt they could see us but if someone walked up her driveway and came into the garage, they’d get an eyeful.

    I don’t even have time to worry about this because Pepper has my pants pushed down past my hips and my cock in her hand. It responds immediately and starts to swell against her palm. I twist my head, wondering if I can take her up against the wall but there are too many gardening implements that could really hurt.

When I turn back to look down at her, Pepper’s on her tiptoes and putting her mouth on mine. I engage, because her stroking my cock and kissing me is the best feeling ever.

My chest starts to heave as she works at me, and I try to grab her hips but she pulls her mouth from mine. “No.”

Releasing her hold on me, she turns to the shelf and I grin when I see what she has. It’s one of those little padded gardening kneelers that you can carry around with you and set it down where you need to work on your knees.

I thought we were going to fuck in her garage, but I know that’s not the case when Pepper puts that green, padded thing right at my feet. My cock is fully hard and bobbing right in front of her face when she drops down before me.

Tugging my pants down a little more, she leans in and tilts her head. The first thing she does is run her tongue up the middle of my balls to the base of my cock and my hands have to press back into the wall so my legs don’t give out on me.

She does it again and, without any self-control, my hands leave the wall to grip her head. I’m not sure if I want to push her away because we’re standing in an open garage or I want to pull her closer.

When she circles a small hand around me to guide the tip of my shaft into her mouth, I know there’s no way I could ever make her stop. I’m powerless in this moment.

    Just as my cock stretches Pepper’s cunt to the limits, her mouth struggles to take me. She opens so wide she accommodates my girth but the length is going to give her trouble.