“Yeah, I did.” Leaning my hip against the side of the jacked-up car that my father was working on, I sighed dramatically. “And when I woke up this morning, I was completely soaked.”
The sound a spanner clattering to the ground and then the words, “Jesus Christ,” filled my ears.
I grinned in victory.
“Are you alright there, Joey, lad?” my dad asked from where he was rummaging under the bonnet of the car with a dipstick in hand. “How’s that undertray coming along, son?”
Joey, whose upper body was hidden beneath the car they were working on, muttered another curse before saying, “Yeah, Tony, it’s nearly on there.”
“Good lad yourself,” Dad said, turning his attention back to me. “You know, Aoife, pet, if you’re sweating that much during the night, it’s a sign that you’re coming down with something.”
“Yeah, I certainly felt like I was coming—“
Another loud clatter sounded from beneath the car. “Fuck.”
“Down with something at the time.” I smiled sweetly at my dad. “But I’m fine now, Dad.”
“Good girl yourself.” Dad smiled and then turned his attention to the phone ringing in the office. “I better answer that.”
“Yeah, you really should, Dad.”
“I’ll be back in a minute,” he muttered, hurrying off in the direction of the ringing phone.
“Take your time, Dad,” I called out, when he closed the office door behind him. “Please.”
“Fucking with me in front of your dad?” Rolling out from beneath the car, Joey glared up from his perch on the creeper. “That’s a new low, Molloy.”
“How about I just fuck you, instead,” I teased, slowly lowering myself onto his lap. “Hmm, Joe?”
“Please,” he groaned, hands moving to my hips to stop me before I could straddle his dick. “Don’t do this to me.”
“Don’t you want me?”
“Molloy.”
“We could have so much fun on this thing,” I purred, rocking my body enough to make his body roll back and forth on the creeper. “Don’t you want to play with me, Joe?”
“Please,” he begged, holding firm. “I will play with you later.”
“Fine.” Huffing out a breath, I climbed off him and resumed leaning against the car. “I really did have a dream about you last night.”
“Is that so?”
“Uh-huh. It was epic.” I poked his blue overall-clad thigh with my foot and grinned. “And I really was soaking when I woke.“
“Okay.” Quickly springing to his feet, Joey grabbed a rag off the trolley and wiped his oil-stained hands. “I can’t be hearing this when I have to spend the next four hours with your father.”
“Casey and I had managed to sneak into an over eighteen’s nightclub in the city,” I continued, not listening to a word he said. “She ditched me in the smoking area for some guy, and when I was all alone on the dancefloor, you appeared.”
“That’s it?” He folded his arms across his chest. “That’s your epic dream?”
“Not all of it,” I whispered, stepping closer, and then laughing when he took two steps back to put some space between us. “You were flirting with me, and you bought me a beer.”
“Wow,” he deadpanned. “Aren’t I the gentleman?”
“You weren’t when you took me into the bathroom and fucked me against the sink.”
“Against the sink?” Now, I had his interest piqued. “How was that for you?”
“Epic.” I smiled. “Except that it wasn’t our first time. In my dream, we had been having sex for months.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “In mine, too.”
“Funny.” I took another step towards him. “You came home with me afterwards. You were so… sad.”
“Sad?” His brows furrowed. “I just fucked you in a nightclub toilet, Molloy. Why would I be feeling anything other than delighted with myself?”
“You wouldn’t tell me,” I explained, sidling closer to him. “You were just so adamant that you couldn’t go home. So, you slept in my bed with me, and we were together the entire night.” I blew out a shaky breath. “See? Epic dream.”
“Huh. Sounds similar to the dream I had last night,” he said with a thoughtful look about him. “But you were fucking me from above and I was far from sad about it—”
“Joe, that was Mary Dineen,” Dad called out from the office doorway, causing Joey to practically leap away from me. “She’s after breaking down by the halfway roundabout.”
“He told her about that head gasket,” Joey whispered, smirking. “But would she listen?”
“I told the woman that head gasket didn’t have another ten miles in it, but would she listen?” Dad growled.
Joey winked, and it was slightly unsettling how well he knew my father.
“Well, now she’ll be paying a lot more than she would have been.” Dad shook his head in frustration and grabbed the keys of the tow-truck. “The tight old biddy.”
“Do you need me to come with you?”
“No, lad, you’re grand here. Just finish off the oil change on the Rover, and you can call it a day. I’ll be half the day trying to sort this out.”
“Fair enough.”
“Good lad yourself. Don’t forget to lock everything up when you’re leaving,” Dad called out, as he climbed into his truck. “Aoife, do you want a spin home, pet?”
“No, I’m grand, Dad,” I called back, waving my father off as he started the engine. “I have my car with me,” I added, knowing that it would delight him.
“Good girl yourself.”
He beeped twice before pulling out of the garage.
“Now.” Turning back to the boy who looked disgustingly sexy in his overalls, I pounced. “Where were we?”
“I was finishing up an oil change,” he said, sidestepping me. “If you can behave yourself, you can keep me company until I’m finished.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Molloy.”
“What? It’s Saturday. It’s my day off.”
“Then feel free to go enjoy yourself,” he drawled, quickly setting to work like the dutiful apprentice he was, “Because I have to work on Saturdays.”
“Joe.”
He shook his head. “No.”
Reaching for the buttons on my blouse, I flicked the top one open. “I bet I can change your mind?”
“Out.” He slammed the hood of the car down. “Get out now.”
“Fine, fine.” I relented. “I’ll be good, I swear.”
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Keeping Joey company while he worked turned out to be a very un-boring experience. He knew his way around a car almost as well as my father did, and that wasn’t an easy feat.
Straddling the creeper, I had spent most of the afternoon wheeling back and forth, while we chatted shit and exchanged banter.
He was explicitly clean, too, I found myself noticing, as I watched him clean as he worked. Tidying everything up and putting every nut, bolt, and tool back in its place before he finished up.