Two Men Watching in the Garage
# Afternoon Shift The garage smelled of gasoline and sawdust. Maya stepped through the side door, the heels of her boots clicking on the concrete floor. The sight stopped her for a moment: Leo bent over the open hood of his project car, th
Chapter 1
The garage smelled of gasoline and sawdust. Maya stepped through the side door, the heels of her boots clicking on the concrete floor. The sight stopped her for a moment: Leo bent over the open hood of his project car, the muscles of his back tensed beneath a thin, paint-stained t-shirt. Jax stood beside him, a torque wrench in one large, scarred hand, his low voice rumbling something about timing.
Leo looked up, his serious expression softening into a slow, familiar smile as he saw her. She walked over, her hips swaying in the tight dress she’d worn to work, and curled a hand around the back of his neck. His lips were warm and tasted of coffee. “Hey, you,” he murmured against her mouth.
“Hey yourself,” she breathed back, her playful grin flashing the dimple in her cheek. She let her gaze drift past him to Jax, who had leaned back against the workbench, watching them with a quiet, confident intensity. His dark eyes traveled the length of her body—the swell of her chest, the curve of her waist, the generous roundness of her ass outlined by the fabric. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips.
“Rough day?” Leo asked, wiping his hands on a rag.
“Long,” she sighed, the word dripping with a fatigue she didn’t fully feel. “Gonna go wash the office off me.”
She gave Leo’s arm a final squeeze, her fingers tracing one of his tattoos, then turned. She felt their eyes on her as she walked away, Jax’s stare a physical weight between her shoulder blades, Leo’s a warm, approving presence. The raw, metallic scent of the garage clung to her, mixing with the perfume of her own skin.
The house was quiet. Maya climbed the stairs, the faint, rhythmic *thump* of bass from Leo’s garage speakers fading behind her. In the bathroom, she peeled the dress from her body, letting it pool on the tile floor. The mirror reflected her: brown curls tumbling over her shoulders, freckles scattered across her chest, the silver glint of her nipple piercing catching the light. She ran her hands over the lush curves of her hips, the heavy fullness of her breasts, a slow, deep thrill uncoiling in her stomach.
From the open window, she could just hear the low murmur of their voices rising from below. Jax’s laugh, dark and rich. Leo’s quieter response. She turned on the shower, steam beginning to fog the glass, her mind already racing ahead, painting pictures with the raw materials of the afternoon.
Chapter 2
Maya stepped out of the bathroom, her skin gleaming and smelling of coconut. The worn cotton of her pajama shorts hugged the curve of her ass, and the button-up shirt was pulled taut across her full breasts, the lower buttons left undone to show a strip of her toned stomach and the silver of her piercing. She padded barefoot down the stairs, the sound of their voices growing clearer.
Leo was leaning against the workbench, a beer in his hand. Jax stood opposite him, arms crossed over his broad chest. They both fell silent as she appeared in the doorway.
“Hey,” she said, her voice soft. “Everything okay down here?”
Leo’s dark eyes drank her in, a slow smile spreading. “Better now. You look comfortable.”
“I feel better,” she replied, walking over to him. She let her hand rest on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “What’re you two scheming about?”
Jax’s low voice cut through the garage’s quiet. “Just admiring the view.” His gaze was a physical touch, trailing from her loose curls down to the revealed skin of her waist. “Those pajamas don’t leave much to the imagination, do they, Maya?”
A thrill shot through her. She turned her head to look at him, a playful smirk on her lips. “Isn’t that the point?”
Leo’s hand came up to cradle her jaw, turning her face back to his. His thumb brushed her lower lip. “You’re being a tease tonight.” His tone was serious, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Only if you watch,” she breathed, her submissive grin flashing her dimple.
Jax pushed off the bench and took a step closer. The space in the small garage suddenly felt charged, intimate. “He’s not the only one watching.” He reached out, his calloused fingers not touching her, but tracing a line in the air just above the swell of her breast where the shirt strained. “You put that lotion everywhere?”
“Everywhere,” she confirmed, her breath catching.
Leo’s hand slid from her jaw down to the first fastened button of her shirt. “Prove it.”
Chapter 3
Maya’s playful grin widened. She gave Leo’s chest a final pat and turned, the worn cotton of her shorts stretching tight across her round ass with each step as she walked back toward the house. “I’m going to get you both another drink,” she called over her shoulder, her voice a soft invitation.
She heard the heavy, deliberate footsteps behind her before she’d even reached the kitchen. The air shifted, growing thicker. She went to the fridge, the cool light washing over her as she bent to retrieve two fresh beers. She felt him before she saw him, a large, warm presence filling the doorway.
Jax moved into the room, his muscular frame making the cozy kitchen feel suddenly small and charged. He leaned against the counter beside her, his dark eyes tracking her every movement. “Getting brave, aren’t you?” he rumbled, his voice low.
She straightened, holding the bottles. “What do you mean?”
“Walking out here dressed like that. Leaving him down there with his thoughts while you parade around up here.” He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing the bare strip of skin between her open shirt buttons. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
A shiver raced through her. “Maybe I do,” she breathed, looking up at him through her lashes. “Is it working?”
In answer, his hand slid fully under the fabric, his palm rough and hot against the smooth skin of her stomach. He stepped closer, his body caging her against the fridge. “He can hear us if we’re quiet,” Jax murmured, his beard grazing her temple. “He’s listening right now, wondering what’s taking so long.”
She bit her lip, a thrill of pure submission coursing through her. “What should we do?”
His other hand came up to cup her breast, his thumb finding her silver piercing through the thin cotton and rubbing it slowly. She gasped, her head falling back against the cool appliance. “You should be a good girl and stay still,” he commanded, his voice a dark whisper. “Let me feel what my friend gets to touch every night.”
From the garage, the faint sound of a tool clattering on concrete echoed up. Leo was waiting. Listening. The knowledge sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in Maya’s belly as Jax’s skilled hands explored her, claiming a preview in the quiet kitchen glow.
Chapter 4
Jax’s command hung in the air, a dark promise that made her knees weak. Maya’s breath hitched as his thumb continued its slow, maddening circle over her piercing through the cotton. The sound of Leo shifting downstairs was a distant anchor to reality, one that only made the secret violation hotter.
With a boldness that felt both slutty and submissive, she looked up at Jax, her dimple flashing. “You want proof?” she breathed, her voice husky. “Take it.”
Her hands moved to the remaining buttons of her shirt. She didn’t fumble. She undid them with deliberate slowness, one by one, watching his dark eyes grow even heavier with lust. The fabric fell open, revealing the full, heavy curves of her breasts, the silver barbell glinting against her brown skin and dark nipple.
“Fuck,” Jax growled, the raw word scraping from his throat.
His large, calloused hand abandoned the fabric and claimed her bare flesh, his grip firm and possessive. He squeezed her, his thumb rubbing directly over the sensitive metal. A sharp, needy moan tore from Maya’s lips, her head falling back with a thud against the fridge.
Driven by pure hunger, her own hand dropped between them. She fumbled with the button of his jeans, then the zipper, her movements frantic. She pushed inside the heat of his boxers and her fingers wrapped around the thick, hard length of his cock. He was already leaking, his skin hot and velvety. She stroked him, a rough, claiming touch.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he grunted, his hips pushing slightly into her fist. “Show me how much you want it, you greedy girl. He’s right downstairs.”
“I know,” she moaned, her other hand clutching at his tattooed arm for balance. “I want you to fuck me. Right here. Let him hear.”
Jax leaned down, his beard scratching her cheek as his mouth went to her ear. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My cock in his wife, in his kitchen. You want him to know exactly what you are.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her entire body throbbing with the confession. She tightened her grip on him, her thumb swiping over the slick head. “Please, Jax.”