A/N: For anyone who has visited my website (sheewolf85(dot)weebly(dot)com – the link is also on my profile), you know that this series has been up for quite a while. I did not post on FFn at the time because of the whole drama with accounts getting closed for stories with graphic sex. That has obviously passed, and I'd like to have this series with the rest of my stories on FFn. There will be 10 parts in all. Most of them are just an excuse to make Jake and Nessie have sex. So, yeah. Not much plot, although there is a little bit of a story to them. Let me know what you think, if you want. And thank you for reading.

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The Mechanic Series

Part One

First Connection

I sighed and turned off the TV and stared at the black screen as I twirled a lock of my auburn hair between my fingers. For the last hour, my routine had been watch a few minutes of mindless commercial, change the channel, and repeat.

God, I would never take my car for granted again. I was eighteen years old, I lived with my parents while I looked for a suitable college, and I was completely car-less.

A week prior, my car died when I was on my way home from the store. I had tried to start it again, but it just growled at me. I gave up after a few tries. My mom had come to get me and called a tow truck to take the car back to the house. We tried coordinating with my Aunt Rosalie, a mechanic. She was in Connecticut with Uncle Emmett for a football thing of his, and neither I nor my parents were able to understand what she was asking. None of us knew much about cars, and we learned one very important thing about long-distance mechanics: they just don't work out the way you'd hope.

In the end, although Aunt Rose wasn't too happy about it, we decided to have someone local look at it. The trouble? We were in Forks, a tiny pimple of a town in the Pacific Northwest. And, technically, we weren't even in Forks. We were five miles outside of the town's boundaries. We didn't even have a town. Finding a mechanic somewhat close to us was not an easy chore.

Eventually, my dad was able to track down a little bitty shop from some Native American reservation a few miles away, and was able to schedule an appointment. While I was excited that my car stood a chance of getting fixed, I wasn't sure if I wanted to trust someone from around my area to do it.

Don't get me wrong; I have nothing against the locals. It was just that my Aunt Rose grew up in New York and learned all of her mechanic stuff there. She knew what she was doing. It was the town I had issues with. How could someone here, in a town that barely even had a population, know how to fix my car?

Dad had set up the appointment for that day, but it was already three o'clock and nobody had turned up yet. My parents were gone for the day, leaving me alone to find something to do by myself. I wasn't used to being grounded, as it were, and finding things to do in the house wasn't easy.

I groaned and, through a massive amount of effort, managed to get myself off the couch. I needed to do something before the boredom completely killed me. I changed into my workout clothes, a pair of skin-tight black leggings and a sports bra, and went to the little room where my mom had set up her workout equipment. The StairMaster and the Elliptical were my favorites, but I also liked using the weight bench sometimes. I wasn't any muscle builder or anything, but I could lift the fifty pound weight pretty easily. I was impressed, anyway.

An hour later, my body was charged and energized again, and I was very much ready for a shower. As I was walking down the hall, the doorbell rang.

I almost laughed as I turned around and shook my head. Mr. Mechanic finally decided to show, huh? I thought briefly about putting something on over my clothes, but then smiled wickedly to myself. I could probably have fun with this guy… A part of me warned that it might not be a good idea. Hadn't my mom said something about how the guys from the reservation were usually so polite, though? Surely he wouldn't attack me or anything. I hoped.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I flounced to the door and opened it cheerily. It wasn't the mechanic, but even that disappointment wasn't enough for me to complain. The man standing before me was quite possibly the best looking guy I'd ever seen outside of the movies. He smiled at me, although his eyes strayed down briefly. I suddenly felt like covering myself just to hide my horribly flat body. I was not sexy.

"Um, hi," he said. His voice was deep and sexy. Everything about this guy oozed sexy; his jet-black hair that was cut short, his smoldering dark brown eyes, and his… very toned body. He was wearing a shirt that looked like it had once been white, but was now so covered in oil stains that it was a gray-ish brown. In any normal situation, it would have turned me completely off. Somehow, it looked like it was just made to be worn by him.

I realized a little late that I hadn't said anything back; I'd just been ogling him and his amazing chest.

"Hi," I said. I looked up at him and blushed. I mentally chided myself―I could be tough! Sort of. I straightened my spine and attempted to be something that resembled confident. It really, really sucked that I was going to have to tell this guy to go somewhere else. He was probably new in town and just lost or something. How he managed to make it all the way out here, I'd never know.

"I'm Jacob," he said, holding out his hand. I tried not to squeal when I reached out and grabbed his hand. It was warm. And hard. Mm.

"Nessie," I said, trying to be self-assured. I realized as he shook my hand that I hadn't showered yet. I probably smelled terrible. How lovely.

He smiled, and the way he looked at me made my body temperature rise. We just stood there, staring at each other for a few seconds, before he finally realized that he was lost and had just happened upon a house in the middle of the woods. He cleared his throat and pulled his hand back.

"Um, I'm here to look at the car," he said, as he looked around as if he was searching for the car.

My knees almost gave out on me and I clutched the door. Oh my God… he was the mechanic! Inside, I was doing a victory dance to rival all victory dances just because I didn't have to send him away. Outside, I just smiled.

"Thank you for coming out," I said. I stepped out onto the porch with him and looked up. My God, he was tall. I bit my lip as I took a deep breath. "Um, the car's over here." I pointed in the general direction of the garage and started walking down the steps. He followed me a few steps behind. I did my very best to not wag my hips, but it was hard.

The garage was separate from the rest of the house, and it was a little bit of a walk to get there. I pointed to my car when we got closer.

Jacob stopped and raised his eyebrows. "Nice," he said, clearing his throat. Yeah, I was pretty proud of my car. It used to be Aunt Rosalie's, but she gave it to me when she'd saved up enough to get herself her dream car. My car was a BMW M3 that had once been Candy Apple Red. I didn't care for the red so much and had it repainted black when it was officially mine. The interior was still light beige, and I thought it looked pretty good. The top was up since it had been raining.

Jacob ogled my car with a similar expression to how he had looked at me, and I was finally able to place it―desire. Many a guy had looked at my car that way, with drool practically running down their faces. Jacob didn't drool, though. He wanted my car… and he wanted me.

Or, at least that's what the suddenly passionate part of my brain told me.

He turned to me and smiled a smile that made my stomach do flips as he gestured to the car. "You wanna pop the hood?" he asked.

For a brief moment, I allowed myself to imagine that he was speaking some kind of mechanic porn slang. I could imagine him bending me over the hood of my car and…

I shook that thought away and opened the driver's side door to pop the hood. It was so much less satisfying than my fantasy. I all but ran over to the front of the car so I could lean over the engine and pretend that I knew what I was looking at as he examined my car's innards.

"So tell me what happened," he said, looking at me as he leaned down and rested his weight on his hands. I mirrored his position, and I didn't even have to try when his eyes flickered to my chest and back up. I smiled involuntarily, and I swear he blushed. Maybe not… it was hard to tell with his dark skin.

"Well, it was a week ago Monday…" I told him about what happened and that we'd managed to check the oil. I also felt it was a good time to warn him about my mechanical incompetence.

He just shrugged. "That's why I'm here," he said, smiling widely. I melted. "So have you checked anything other than the oil? Spark plugs?"

Spark plugs… That rang a bell, but I knew I hadn't checked them, whatever they were. I shook my head. "The what?"

He just smiled wider. "Don't worry about it. We'll check those first and go from there."

I loved the way he included me. We'll check those.

He leaned down over the car, and I leaned in with him to see what he was going after. I found my face close to his shoulder and involuntarily turned my head just slightly to sniff him. His scent shot a wave of desire right through me, from my nose to the pit of my stomach and then down to my toes. Oil and pine had never smelled so good together.

My head was clouded with his scent, but I still managed to pay attention to his hands as they prodded at my engine and unscrewed something. His hand emerged all greasy, and he held up a little metal thing.

"Yep, that's your culprit. See how it's all corroded?" He held the thing closer to my face so I could see it, but I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to be seeing. I stared at his greasy fingers and nodded. "It's not sparking like it should, so you're not getting the connection you need."

I thought about a few different ways we could get the connection we needed.

He stood up, and I followed suit. I was only a little disappointed when I couldn't smell him as much anymore. "I'll take this and get some new ones for you. I'll be back in about twenty minutes, 'kay?" He put the thing in his pocket.

I nodded. "Sure, thank you." I didn't want him to leave, but at least I knew he was coming back.

"Anytime." He smiled that smile and just stared at me for a second. I didn't mind―I stared right back.

He took a quick, deep breath and smiled again. "I'll be right back," he said, and nodded before he turned and started to walk off. He stopped a few feet away and looked back at me. I smiled and followed him.

He watched me until I made it to my door, and although some part of me felt that should have been creepy, all I could feel was ecstatic. Either he was concerned for my safety, or he just wanted to watch me when he thought I couldn't see him. Either way, I was fine with it.

I heard his truck fire up and smiled as he took off down the long driveway to wherever it was that he was going to get what he needed to fix my car.

I leaned against the door and closed my eyes as I remembered everything I could about his scent. I licked my lips and suddenly realized my own smell. I lifted an arm and took a test sniff.

I needed a shower badly. Immediately, before Jacob got back. When I was showered, I dried myself and slipped into my robe. I brushed my hair, and then I put on some sparkly lip gloss and just a hint of mascara. Then it was down the hall again to my room to spray on some perfume. It wasn't a really strong scent, and my best friend's brother once told me that it made me smell like sex. Coming from him, it was a compliment. I wondered if Jacob would think of sex when he sniffed me.

I was just about ready to start pulling out my sexiest clothes when the doorbell rang again.

Shit!

I didn't want to just throw anything on; I wanted to make a good impression this time. I had a bra that would push my boobs up and make it look like I actually had some. I was about to pull it out of my drawer when the doorbell rang again.

I was torn. I could either let him wait and possibly ruin whatever chance I had (not that I even had a chance to begin with, but a girl could dream), or I could just throw something on and fake it.

Or, another part of me argued, I could just go out there in my robe...

That part of me smiled wickedly, and I dashed out of my room before I could talk myself out of it. I was taking a huge risk, and I knew it, but I just had to take it.

I made it to the door just as he knocked three times and rang the bell again. I adjusted my robe to make sure everything was covered and stayed in place before I threw open the door.

He looked a little concerned at first, and then he smiled that wide smile that turned my legs to pudding. His eyes flickered to my hair, and then down my body, and his eyes widened. He looked shaken for just a moment before he composed himself and met my eyes again.

I mentally pulled an Uncle Emmett, standing up off the couch with my hands in the air, screaming 'YES!' at the top of my lungs.

He cleared his throat and smiled again. "She's all fixed!" he said proudly before holding out his hands, even dirtier than they were before. "Do you mind if I use your sink?"

"Not at all," I said, ecstatic as I stepped back and let him in. I led the way to the kitchen, swinging my hips a little bit and actually trying to this time. I didn't dare peek to see if it was working or not, and he didn't say anything. I struck a Vanna White pose to point out the sink when we reached the kitchen. He smirked at me―oh, heavenly smirk―and turned on the faucet.

I couldn't stand to be more than three feet away from him, though, so I leaned on the counter next to him and watched him as he lathered his hands. The muscles in his arms moved under his skin, and I was captivated by them. Never before had I thought of hand washing as sexy.

I noticed a small gash on his finger that I knew for a fact hadn't been there before. It was the hand I had watched so carefully when we looked at my car.

"What happened?" I asked, pointing at the gash.

"Oh that? I just made my blood sacrifice to the Mechanical gods," he shrugged.

I just stared at him as I wondered if what he said was supposed to make sense or not, and he chuckled. "There's an old mechanic's joke that says if you don't cut, burn, scrape, or otherwise injure yourself at least once, you're not doing the job right."

I laughed that time, although I didn't like the thought of him hurting himself on my car. He didn't seem to notice or wasn't bothered by my fake laugh, and he finished rinsing his hands. I kind of started to panic; if he walked away now I would never see him again. I'd spent the last eighteen years of my life in this little part of the world and had never met him before. There was a pretty good chance I wouldn't see him again for another eighteen years.

"Do you want a drink or something?" I asked suddenly. "We have lemonade." Like that was so amazing.

He smiled at me as he dried his hands. "Sure, thanks."

I had to stretch to get a cup out of the cupboard, and when I turned around his eyes were on my ass. He looked away immediately, but not before I caught him. I didn't say anything; I just grinned internally and poured the lemonade for him. As I handed the cup to him, I wondered how bad it would be if I asked him if he wanted to have sex with me. I decided it would be very bad, so I didn't.

He set the cup down by the sink and turned back to me. "Thanks for the drink."

I nodded and tried to think of anything else I could say or do to detain him longer. Could I just ask him out? I was still undecided as he started walking out of the kitchen. I followed, almost panicking, and didn't watch where I was going.

My foot hit something hard and immobile, and pain shot up my leg as I started falling. I gasped and reached out to grab anything. My hands found Jacob's arm.

"Whoa, you okay?" Jacob asked as he caught me and set me back up straight.

"Fuck! Shit! Ow!" I bounced on one foot and cursed my mother for handing down her uncanny ability to stumble into things at the most inopportune moments.

"Are you okay?" Jacob asked again. His hands held my shoulders tightly. "What did you do?"

I felt like such an idiot. "I hit my foot on the damn cupboard!"

I expected him to laugh at me or something equally cruel. Instead, he dragged me to the table and made me sit in one of the chairs. He pulled another chair around and sat in front of me. Before I could ask him what he was doing, he lifted my foot up to his lap and started looking it over.

"Does that hurt?" he asked as he pinched my pinky toe.

I shook my head. It actually felt good. As Jacob rubbed my foot, I couldn't help but take back what I'd thought earlier. I thanked my mother for handing down her ability to stumble into things at the most opportune moments.

I watched his eyes as he rubbed my foot; I wanted to see them run over my body again. They weren't as adventurous as I would have hoped, but I did see him check out my legs pretty seriously.

"You okay now?" he asked as he set my foot down.

I nodded. "I think so. Thank you."

He got up and held out his hand for me. I took it without thought and stood up, testing my foot. It felt fine now, and I smiled up at him.

He squeezed my fingers, and a blast of excitement radiated through me. I just had to see him again. I had to.

"So we both know I'm a mechanic... what do you do?" he asked.

I thought about what to say. "Um, I'm a soon-to-be student... and kind of a dancer." Wow, I sounded really stupid. "I guess more of a student than a dancer, though."

He stared at me with a strange expression, and I assumed he didn't believe me about dancing. Not too surprising after my little toe-stubbing stunt.

"Where will you go to school?" he asked.

I bit my lip for a moment. "I'm not really sure yet. I'm kind of thinking about going to the university, but I don't really want to live that far away." I hated that I couldn't give him a real answer.

He nodded, and something about his eyes made him look relieved. "So you're not in high school?"

I laughed. "Thank God, no! I graduated last year."

He nodded again, and I wondered if that was what the strange look was about. "What kind of dancing do you do?" His eyes flickered over my body again.

"All kinds. I guess you could call it modern." I shrugged. I hadn't really made dancing any kind of serious decision, but I felt good when I danced.

He hummed in appreciation and started lifting my hand up, making me take a step closer to him.

"I hope your foot will be okay for you to keep doing that." He pulled me closer again and put his other hand on my waist. My body instinctively assumed the position; my other hand went to his shoulder as my spine straightened.

"I'm sure it will be fine," I said, my voice almost non-existent. Was I going to dance with him? I stared at his chest, right in front of my face, for a moment before I licked my lips and looked up at him.

He took the first step, and I automatically moved with him. At first, I had been afraid of getting my toes stepped on, but I realized quickly that I didn't have to worry about that. He was actually very good. I stared at him as we moved around the kitchen and dining area, Jacob guiding me to whatever music he was dancing to. His eyes were burning with an intensity I had never seen before on anyone, and they made my body react in amazing ways.

Without warning, Jacob stopped and his hand on my waist tightened. He stared at me for a second—his eyes still smoldering—before he started to lean down. I didn't want to wait; I stood on my toes, and we met in the middle. Our lips smashed together in a fervent kiss.

I moved my hand from his to hold him tighter around his neck, and his hand went around my waist to pull me a little closer. As if we had planned this, we opened our mouths at the same time and deepened the kiss. He tasted so much better than I could have imagined, and I moaned. I wanted so much more, but I wasn't sure how to get it. I lifted a leg and started to wrap it around his when his hands suddenly developed lives of their own. He kissed me deeper as one of his hands grabbed my hair and the other grabbed my ass.

I moaned again, not able to stop it, and tried to push my body closer to him. He was so tall that I couldn't really get close enough to feel his body.

His hand in my hair skimmed down over my back to join his other hand on my ass. He seemed to understand that we couldn't get close enough like this, because he grabbed me tightly and lifted me up to him.

I squealed in surprise and held onto him tighter. Any fear I might have felt dissipated immediately once I felt his body flush with mine. I didn't think about what I was doing as I wrapped my legs around him and hooked my ankles together.

I had to break the kiss when he pulled my hips into him, and I felt how aroused he was through his pants. I didn't have anything but my thin robe to cover me, and I felt everything. He did it again, and I threw my head back to choke out another moan. My hands grabbed his hair, and I attacked his lips to kiss him with all the passion I felt. He growled―the sexiest sound I'd ever heard in my life―and found the nearest wall to push me against. He attacked my neck as he thrust his hips into me harshly.

I gasped as his jeans hit my clit and caused an almost painful shock to run through me. My body jerked, and I pushed on his shoulders a little. "Jacob," I said breathlessly. He thrust again, and the shock was more intense. My body jolted painfully, and I pushed on his shoulders harder. "Jake..."

Thankfully, he pulled back that time. "Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, it's just too much. I mean, your jeans are... it kind of hurts." I blushed and hoped he wouldn't think I was crazy.

He kissed my lips. "Thank you for telling me." He kissed me again.

I wasn't ready for this to be over, though. I needed him, and from what I felt in his jeans, he needed me too.

"Can we go in my room please?" I begged.

He nodded and lifted me away from the wall. "How far do you want to go, Nessie?" he asked as he carried me. I navigated us down the hall to my room.

"I want you, Jake. I want this... all of it."

My body was buzzing with excitement and need as he closed the door with his foot. He laid me down on the bed, and I unwrapped myself from him. I wasn't sure what to do when he stood up. I knew I wanted him, and I think we were both pretty sure we were going to have sex. I sat up and undid the tie on the robe as I looked up at him. He touched my hair and bent to kiss me as he pushed the robe off of my shoulders. I took that as a sign and stood up to take my robe off completely. I lay back down, completely naked.

"You are very beautiful," he said softly. His eyes roamed over my whole body before he took off his shirt.

"Thank you. You're not too bad yourself." I bit my lip as I looked at his chest. God, he was hot.

"Are you sure?" he asked as he unbuttoned his pants.

"I'm sure Jake. I've never met anyone that has this effect on me. I want you so badly." I moved my hands to my breasts and grabbed them tightly.

He helped me move back on the bed a little before he climbed on top, positioning himself.

"I know what you mean," he said softly, and I could feel him on my folds. He reached one hand down between us and touched me, running his fingers over me. I tried not to squeal too loudly, but it felt so good. His hand didn't linger. He leaned down and kissed me deeply as he pushed in. I gasped, not even sure what I said as he completely embedded himself in me.

I was not a virgin. I'd been with my previous boyfriend, and he was fairly decent. I once thought that I liked sex; it was fun and generally felt good. But I had never before felt what Jacob was doing. He reached places in me that Nathan couldn't even dream of, and I didn't know I had. The way he kissed, licked and nipped at my neck sent extra little shockwaves darting through my body.

"Jake," I whimpered. It wasn't long before I felt my body start quivering, and I knew I was on the brink of a very powerful orgasm. I grabbed his shoulders tightly and arched my back to push my chest up to his. He raised his head to kiss my lips, and I closed my eyes tightly as the coil inside me wound tighter.

I pulled back just a little, breaking the kiss. "Faster..." I pleaded breathlessly. I was so close, but everything kept mounting. I needed a release. "Please, Jake."

He started moving faster like I'd asked, and I gasped. The pleasure was almost too much, and the coil finally sprang free. My back arched, and I gasped again. My fingers dug into his shoulders as my body pulsed.

He didn't seem to be near his end yet as he kissed my neck and kept moving into me. I rode out my orgasm as long as I could and hoped he would come soon. I didn't want to have to make him stop. Hoping didn't help; all too soon, painful sparks of too much pleasure started to surge through me. I was going to have to stop for a minute. I pushed up on his shoulders.

"Jake..."

He raised himself up on his knees, but he didn't stop. I gasped as he hit something even deeper in me that caused an intense spark and made my body shudder. I pushed his stomach gently, hoping he would understand. "Jacob, stop please. Just for a minute."

He did stop that time, and he looked confused. "Are you alright?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I just need a minute."

He pulled out and rested back on the bed beside me. My heart was pounding as my chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. I felt his fingertips on my arm and turned my head to look at him.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly.

He shook his head. "Don't be."

I turned on my side facing him and scooted a little closer. His arm wrapped around me, and I kissed him gently. I traced my fingers down his chest and moved lower until I could wrap my fingers around his erection. He grunted as he deepened the kiss and thrust into my hand.

I pulled back a little. "Will you lie on your back?" I asked.

He kissed me again. "Sure." He rolled to his back like I'd asked. I kissed his lips once more before I moved down to his chest. I wrapped my hand around him again and kissed his chest a few times as I worked my way down. He was already slick from my moisture, and I pumped my hand up and down his shaft. I wanted to be all sexy and take him in my mouth, but suddenly I wasn't so sure I wanted to do that after he'd been inside me. The thought of licking myself off of him was not entirely pleasant.

I decided to at least try it. If it was gross, I wouldn't have to do it again. I took a breath and leaned over him, hesitating again.

"Nessie," Jake said softly. "You don't have to do that if you don't want to."

I smiled up at him. "I know, Jake. But I want to try it." He nodded and closed his eyes as he leaned his head back.

I closed my eyes, too, and licked his tip. It didn't taste horrible, so I did it again. He grunted and bucked his hips a little. His fingers entwined in my hair as I started taking him in my mouth.

"God, Ness." His fingers fisted in my hair, pushing down gently. I went with it, sliding my mouth down further on him while pumping my hand on the lower part. I tried swirling my tongue around him like I'd done to Nathan before. Jacob bucked his hips again, this time his hand pushing me down further until he hit my gag reflex. I tried to control it, but soon found it was useless. I gagged hard and pulled back quickly.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. His fingers touched my cheek.

I continued to stroke him gently as I looked up. "It's alright, Jake. I think I'm ready for you again, though." He started sitting up as I moved over him. "Stay down please?"

He nodded and lay back down as I climbed over him. He put his hands on my hips, helping me get situated, and I hissed as I slid down on him.

"Mm, Jake…" I sat up on him, grinding my hips against his as I massaged my breasts. His hands slid over my legs and hips, moving slowly up to my sides.

"You are so damn sexy," he said, his voice gruff. I focused on the pleasure of him inside me as I ground harder into him. I threw my head back and pinched my nipples, my body growing hotter by the second. I knew I was going to be able to come again.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hips and bucked into me. He hit the spot he'd hit before when he was on his knees, and I gasped. "Please Ness." He sounded urgent as he bucked his hips again.

I leaned forward just enough to put my hands on his chest and started to shift over him. His fingers dug into my hips as he helped me keep the rhythm. I gasped as he hit that spot repeatedly. He reached up to grab my breast harshly, his hot hand amazing against my nipple. I was so close to my orgasm, and the coil inside me wound tighter with each thrust.

"I'm going to come, Jake," I said, my fingernails biting into his chest. He didn't seem to mind.

He suddenly grabbed my waist and sat up, pulling me closer to him. My chest was flush with his and he kissed me deeply as he helped me keep up the rhythm from before. He kissed my cheek and then my earlobe.

"Come for me, Nessie," he begged, holding me tightly. I held onto his shoulders tightly and pushed my face into his neck. His movements started getting desperate as he held my hips tightly and bucked into me as much as he could in our position. He growled, and my body exploded in the most amazing orgasm I'd ever had. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as I felt him come inside me.

He fell back on the bed, taking me with him, and wrapped his arms around me. His heart was pounding hard, and I kissed his chest.

We were both silent for a moment as we calmed down. Once my breathing was back to normal, I moved off of him and lay on my side. He shifted to his side as well and touched my cheek.

"Jake?" I said softly. He hummed and kissed my forehead. "I just want you to know that I don't do that. I meant it when I said I've never met anyone who has this effect on me. I'm not the type of person to sleep around or have spontaneous sex." I wasn't sure why I was telling him this or even if he would believe me, but somehow I felt it was important that he knew.

He nodded. "I'm not either. I can usually control myself around women," he chuckled a little and touched my cheek. "But when I saw you, I couldn't believe how much I wanted to kiss you. It wasn't just your outfit; I wanted you. You reminded me of that song by A Flock of Seagulls."

I furrowed my brow. "What song?"

"'I Ran.' You know, 'Auburn hair and tawny eyes; the kind of vines that hypnotize me through.' That's you." I blushed. "When I went to get the parts for your car, I was both imagining myself with you and trying to convince myself to behave at the same time. It wasn't working so well and when I came back and you were in that robe with your hair wet... I couldn't think straight. I didn't want to leave you, so I stalled until I could think of something to talk to you about." He kissed my nose, and I smiled.

"How did you learn to dance like that?" I asked.

He shrugged. "My dad all but forced me to learn when I was a kid. He said it would help me get dates." He chuckled. "I've never really found much of a use for it until now."

I gave him a sarcastic look. "What, you mean you don't go dancing around the shop as you fix cars?"

He laughed and shook his head. "No, not really. After all, I have to set the example for my employees, don't I?"

"Your employees?" I was confused.

"Yeah," he nodded.

I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't. "As in you own your own company?" I prodded.

He chuckled, and I felt like I was missing out on something important. "Yep. Jacob Black, owner of Black Bike and Auto."

Suddenly, I felt like smacking my forehead with the palm of my hand. "Well, that makes sense. My dad said you were going to send someone else out."

He nodded. "Yeah, the guy who was going to come out here called in sick today, so I took over for him. I wasn't too happy about it at first. I really can't find any reason to complain anymore." He kissed my forehead.

I smiled and snuggled into him a little. His arms tightened around me, and I felt very content.

"So how old are you? You can't be more than twenty-five, right?" He didn't even look that old.

"Nope. I'm twenty-two. And you're what... Seventeen? Eighteen?"

I almost laughed at the look on his face. "Eighteen, but I'll be turning nineteen in a month. You didn't commit any crimes today, don't worry."

He chuckled again and held me tightly. We were both silent for a moment as we just held each other. I thought over what had happened, and eventually my thoughts went to the future. What was going to happen when he left to finish out the rest of his appointments and go back home? A rush of emotion ran over me so intensely that I pushed my face into his chest. I wanted to somehow figure out a way to keep him here with me forever.

"You okay?" he asked, rubbing my back.

My eyes watered, and I just nodded my head. I didn't want to pull back, but I had to. I looked up into his eyes. "Please tell me that I'll see you again."

He cupped my cheek and kissed my lips. "You'll see me again. How about let's make a date. What are you doing on Saturday?"

"Nothing; you?" I smiled.

He smiled back. "I'll be taking you to dinner. What time would you like me to come get you?"

I was almost giddy. "As early as humanly possible."

He laughed. "As much as I would like to come get you before the sun rises, I don't think your parents would appreciate that."

I smirked. "And they would appreciate you making mad, passionate love to me?" I asked teasingly.

He chuckled again and pulled me closer. "While that is a good point, I still think it might be wise to behave when they can see you."

I sighed. He had a point. "Okay. Dinner... hmm..." what was the earliest I could get away with? "How about five o'clock?"

He contemplated that for a few seconds. "I think I can live with that," he kissed me again. "What time are your parents supposed to be home today?"

I glanced up at the clock on my nightstand. "In about an hour." I sighed.

He nodded. "I probably should go. I don't want to, but I've got a few other appointments today." He held me tightly.

"Where do you have to go?" I felt a brief but powerful flash of possessiveness run through me. I wondered if he was going to work on cars for any other single, young women.

"I've got to go down by the Killjoy's place and then over to the Fentz's."

I knew those families, and both of them had young daughters around twenty still living at home. Older than me, more beautiful, and still single.

He must have seen something in my face or eyes, because he kissed me. "Don't worry, Ness. Please." He kissed me again.

I sighed, feeling bad suddenly. "I'm sorry, Jake. I don't want you to think I don't trust you. I do, I just... I don't know." I shrugged, not sure how to say what I was feeling. I didn't think he'd do anything, but the other girls might.

"It's okay. Would you feel any better if I told you that I feel the same way?"

I nodded, but I still wanted more. "Is it too soon to want to call myself your girlfriend?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't freak out. Even more importantly, I wanted to call him my boyfriend. I wanted some claim on him that no one else had.

"Only if it's too soon to want to call myself your boyfriend." He smiled and kissed me.

I smiled brightly. "It's not too soon. So I'm your girlfriend and you're my boyfriend? For real?" I bit my lip; this was almost too good to be true.

He kissed me, sucking my lip out from between my teeth. "For real," he said when he pulled back.

I smiled again. "Good."

He pulled me close and squeezed me tightly. "I don't want to go."

I nuzzled my face into his chest and kissed him there. I wanted him to stay here forever, but I didn't want him to get into trouble with any clients. Word about someone not showing up for something they had promised would spread like wildfire in this tiny town, and his shop could suffer from it. I couldn't let that happen.

"Today's Wednesday," I said, looking up at him. "Only two more days… It still seems too long." I sighed. I was trying to make him feel better about leaving.

He smiled at me. "I have your number and you have mine. Call me as often as you want. The only reason I won't answer is if I'm asleep or under the hood of a car. I'll call you too."

I nodded. "Okay. I have to go check out a school tomorrow, so I won't be able to call you or answer from eleven to three. Is it bad of me to want to talk to you every day?" I hoped not.

"No, baby." He kissed the top of my head.

I pulled back and touched his cheek. I kissed his lips and sat up. He sat up next to me and smoothed my hair down.

"I'll call you tonight when I get home, okay?"

I nodded. I had once laughed at books when the author would describe someone's longing as a desire to wrap themselves and their lover in a cocoon and forget the outside world, but I realized how accurate that description was. I would do anything to just be with Jacob and not worry about my life as it was before him.

I watched him as he stood up and pulled on his shirt and pants, then grabbed his boots and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

"You okay, baby?" he asked as he tied the laces on his boots. I realized that I probably looked like I was going to cry. I sure felt like it.

I looked up at him and nodded. "I'll miss you."

He stared into my eyes for a moment before kissing me and pulling me onto his lap. "I'll miss you too." I rested my head on his shoulder and we were both silent.

After a few minutes, I groaned and kissed his neck. "I need to let you leave, but I don't know if I can."

He just nodded and held me tighter. A few more minutes passed, and I knew he had to leave. My chest hurt as I slipped off of his lap and picked up my robe. "Will you promise me something else?" I asked.

"What is it?" He stood up and took the robe from me to hold it up.

"Will you promise me that you won't cut, burn, scrape, or otherwise injure yourself too badly?" I asked.

He chuckled as he helped me into my robe. "I promise I'll try." He pulled the robe together in the front and leaned in to kiss my lips.

I figured that was probably the best I was going to get. "Okay." He opened the door, and we walked out to the living room together.

"I'll call you tonight, okay?" He smoothed my hair down again and kissed my forehead.

I nodded and stepped back from him. He touched my cheek one last time before he opened the door and walked out.

I went slowly back to my room and looked around. It felt so empty without him there. I finally dug some clothes out of my dresser, not really caring what I wore, and got dressed before heading back out to the kitchen. I looked at the cup on the counter, and my tears finally started spilling over.

I started opening cupboards to find something to make for dinner. My parents would be home soon, and as I thought about how I was going to tell them I had a date with the mechanic... the man I'd fallen in love with.