Sierra's legs formed tightly around my waist the harder I pressed her up against the tavern's brick wall, tasting the lime and tequila on her breath while exploring her mouth.

"Kit," Sierra hungrily moaned, clawing my back, her pelvis digging into my hip while ensuring her pussy was rubbing on me—thinking it'll help her chances of getting more than what we're doing now.

The crisp, cool air immediately hit my face when her mouth pulled away from mine, and she tilted her head back, giving me complete access to devour her neck. And because my mind was somewhere else—Jack and Tequila influenced, causing my brain to think the woman in my arms was Desiree, I did—devouring her flesh as if my life depended on it.

Her hands roamed up my back and to my head, tangling her fingers around my hair, which she gripped and tugged, desperately pulling me back to her mouth and crushing her mouth back to mine.

I didn't know what I was doing or why I was making out with someone I didn't want to be. But I was hoping it would help take my mind off a woman I couldn't have, who also most likely had another man in her life. And after eight years, I expected that to be the case.

With my mouth crushed to Sierra's, digging my hardness into her, I tried justifying what I was doing. Because in my mind, by me messing with Sierra against the cold brick wall, I felt like I was cheating on the girl I wanted. Who's driven me crazy for years. Who's avoided me for the last eight years—as I have with her—with me also blaming Dante for those years of avoidance.

And I am blaming Dante for what's going on this very second.

As much as I wanted Desiree and longed to make her mine, I don't see that happening anytime soon—or ever. I also don't see her moving back to Manitoba Springs anytime soon, either. Last I overheard, she applied to many vet hospitals around California—telling me she isn't moving back home. And I'm sure Desiree called Dante tonight, wanting to let him know she finally got the job she's dreamed of having since she was a kid.

I left the bar to get air and to cool off—alone. But no more than a minute later, Sierra was outside with me, pouncing on me like a cat in heat. Dante, most likely the one behind her, following me, egging her on to do what she could to finally get me to break and take a woman to bed.

Sierra's mouth broke free. And purring in my ear, she asked, "What do you say we leave this place and have some real fun?"

My eyes closed as I swallowed. Then, opening my eyes, I lowered Sierra's feet to the ground and took a few steps back, raking my fingers through my hair, and exhaling with unsureness about doing what she was begging us to do.

Feeling guilty for what I'd just gotten done doing with Sierra, I changed the subject while heading back to the bar's entrance. "We should probably get back to our friends before they think we ditched them. And it wouldn't be right for us to leave them behind without saying anything," I said, holding the door open while waving my hand for her to step inside the warm building.

Disappointment filled her eyes, and her lips twisted with displeasure as she stepped inside. "You're right," she agreed, "that would be uncool of us to leave without letting them know we're interested in doing something else."

She may be interested in doing the dirty with me. But I'm conflicted about what I should do. And I need to prolong this situation as long as I can. I have wants and needs like everyone else, but I also can't continue doing this forever—especially when there's most likely no chance of ever making Desiree mine.

Sigh...

When we got back to our table, and I saw the look on Dante's face, it told me I was right—he sent Sierra to come out after me. "I figured with how long you were gone that you two left," he devilishly grinned, lifting his cocktail to his mouth and finishing the drink. "Fucking pussy," he grumbled quietly, yet loud enough for me to hear when he set his empty glass on the table.

Ignoring Dante's sly comment and needing more time to think about what I should do about Sierra, I wrapped my hand around my empty glass and asked the table, "Is everyone ready for another round? I'll buy."

Sierra pushed her glass to me, as did Kali.

"Last drink for me, and then we need to leave. My bed and a set of lips are calling for me," Dante said, grinning, hinting he wanted to get laid before Kali passed out.

"I'll be back with our drinks," I said, gathering the empty glasses and leaving in a hurry. I could have waved a waitress over and ordered drinks that way, but I needed a break from Dante before my fist met his mouth. When I returned with our drinks, Dante gave me a disapproving look—instead of having another cocktail, I had a beer. "I have to work tomorrow. And now I have another vehicle to look at that wasn't on the books," I reminded, stopping him from ordering us another round of shots after seeing it in his eyes that it was what he was about to do.

Since Kali was spending the night with Dante and knowing Sierra came with her, I knew that meant Sierra would also be spending the night and looking for a bed to crash on—mine.

Dante, Kali, and Sierra sucked their drinks down in a hurry, then stared at me after noticing how I was nursing my beer. "While you and Sierra were outside sucking face. I took the liberty of ordering us an Uber," Dante let me know while looking at his phone, "and they just pulled up to the doors."

"I'm done, anyway," I responded, setting my half-filled bottle of beer on the table—something I never do. Had it been only Dante and me out drinking, I would have chugged the rest of my beer. But because of my embarrassing dilemma and my busy day the following day, I needed to refrain from making myself drunker than I already was.

Dante and Kali immediately disappeared to his room when we got home, leaving me with Sierra. The room must have suddenly become hot, or all of the Tequila she consumed kicked in because the second my friends left the room, all her clothes came off, and she was standing directly in front of me—buck naked. She invaded my space when she stepped closer, her emerald green eyes full of lust and desire, her pink nipples erected in excitement, and her pussy cleanly shaven—as if she expected to have sex with me tonight.

Her naked flesh. Her tits. Her swollen pussy. All of it staring me in the face was painfully arousing, inviting, and oh, so fucking tempting. But as Dante said, I'm a fucking pussy. I couldn't do this with her. Not with Sierra—my best friend's girlfriend's friend. It wouldn't be fair to her—not in the least.

I may be horny. But to an extent, I have morals. And fucking a woman that I don't want just to satisfy my wants, needs, and urges, who's also highly intoxicated, is something I couldn't live with knowing I had done.

Sierra's tongue flicked out, and as she slid her tongue along her bottom lip, the temptation in her eyes. With the heat of her breath piercing my skin, the rising bulge in my pants began to ache. My cock was desperate—hard as stone—on fire and suffocating. It needed comfort, air, room to breathe, and relief.

With her forwardness and how she'd been taunting me throughout the night, I began to wonder if this was some cruel joke Dante was playing. As if Sierra was only a woman he'd hired to break me. I never once discussed my celibacy with Dante, or anyone else, for that matter. But somehow, he knew I'd been holding out—he just didn't know I'd been holding out for the woman he's tried protecting for twenty-six years.

Sierra brought me out of my thoughts when her hand formed around my neck and pulled me to her mouth—her tongue immediately darting into my mouth upon crashing. Her moaning vibrated to the core of my crowded, pulsating, hungry cock. Then her hand cupped my heated bulge, and I immediately broke the kiss. "I'll be right back," I quietly told her, then hurried out of the room and to the bathroom in my room to release the pressure that built inside my pants.

I couldn't fuck her—not until I knew if Desiree was available for me to take.

Envisioning the woman I'd like to satisfy in my bed, I fisted my cock, then went to town—hurrying to relieve myself before Sierra came looking for me and caught me beating off instead of releasing my load inside her.

Pathetic, I know.

But someone with a conscience like me tends to stand true to their own principles—even if that means wanting someone you can't or aren't allowed to have.

When I returned to the living room and didn't see Sierra, I thought she'd given up and left. But instead, relief quickly warmed over me when I found her on the floor, still naked. And passed out. Rather than being a dick and leaving her where she was, I grabbed Sierra's clothes, then a blanket, and wrapped it around her. Then, not wanting to wake the sleeping beauty, I carefully carried her into my bedroom, laid her on the bed, and pulled the comforter over her before returning to the living room to crash on the couch.

***

I awoke earlier than usual, hoping to leave the house before Dante saw me sleeping where I was and giving me shit for it. Knowing I had a shower at the shop, I opted to take one there rather than taking a chance by going back into my room and getting ready for work. The last thing I wanted was Sierra to wake up, see that she was in my bed and naked, then ask if we had sex—or come on to me again—something I'd like to avoid, like the plague.

As I poured coffee into my mug, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Dante's phone on the counter next to his keys, lighting up with his sister's name displaying on the screen. And it got me curious—too curious—that I looked around me, ensuring Dante or anyone else wasn't in the room, then glanced to see what she was texting him about. Call me, please... is all she said.

I set his phone back on the counter, then scratched my head as I stared at his phone, wondering if she was so adamant about getting a hold of him because she was in trouble. Hopefully, that's not the case, and she just needs someone to talk to.

Since what I'm about to do is something Dante would and has done to me. I looked around the room again, and when I saw the coast was clear, my heart gained speed when I snapped a quick shot of Desiree's phone number—a number she had changed since moving to California—another tell-tale sign she plans to stay where she is.

Grabbing my coffee and jacket, I hurried out the door to shower and change before beginning my busy day. But when I got to the shop and locked myself in the restroom, I stared at Desiree's phone number, memorizing the number I'd longed to have. All while contemplating sending her a message to see how she was doing.

My thumbs hovered over my phone screen as I thought about what to do and say. Then, getting the courage to do so, I started typing; it's been a while since I last saw you; I hope you're doing well. But when it came to sending Desiree the message, I set my phone on the sink, chickening out, thinking she'd get a hold of Dante, asking if he knew the unknown number.

I took the coldest shower I could take to help make me more alert and help kill this sexual appetite my dick had been craving lately. I was also stressed like you wouldn't believe. Having a gorgeous woman throwing herself at me all night, then stripping naked and showing me her incredible body, tits, and pussy. And then going into the bathroom to do the five-knuckle shuffle like a young teenager discovering what happens and how it makes you feel when you stroke your meat showed me how pathetic I truly am.

My morning at the shop started like any other day. First, make a couple of pots of coffee—one for me and one for the customers. And then, I set out the creamer, donuts, and cookies in the waiting room before checking the phone messages and the outside key drop box for the vehicles dropped off or towed in after hours, then unlocked the doors, turned on the music, and got right to work.

"Hey, Kit. How's your morning going?"

Hearing it was Jason, my on-call tow truck driver, I popped my head around the side of the car that I was ten knuckles deep in. "It's going all right. You?"

"Doing good, as always," he returned, heading toward me. "Where is everyone?"

"Vacation."

"Just you, then?" he asked, surprised.

I let go of the tensioner assembly I was in the middle of removing, reached behind, grabbed a rag out of my back pocket, brought it forward, and scrubbed the grime off my hands as I said, "Unfortunately. It's the holidays, so I decided to give them a present by allowing them to take off for the next week or two." I looked toward the lot to see if he was here to drop off Sierra's car, but when I saw nothing hooked to the truck, I looked back at him. "You didn't happen to get a call about a BMW that needed to be towed in, did you?"

Jason's lips curved upward. "I did. Along with a Mercedes and a Volkswagen. The entire reason I'm here. As I was driving by, I noticed the lot and figured I better stop in first to see if you had room for them. And from what I see, you don't." He scratched the corner of his mouth. "So, my friend. Where am I dropping these favorite imported vehicles you love working on so much?"

Just fucking lovely.

Noticing the dismayed expression that appeared on my face, he snickered. "Sorry, I had to be the bearer of bad news. But I have a job to do and bills to pay. As do you," he devilishly grinned, reminding me I still have another ten years to pay off my business loan.

I sighed, looking at the lot, regretting being the wonderful boss I am by giving every one of my employees time off to spend with their loved ones for the holidays. "Dump them wherever you can," I told him, then muttered, "preferably in the junkyard."

He chuckled at my remark, then teased, "Just keep telling yourself how much you love your job. That's what I do."

Easy for him to say. All he has to do is hook up and deliver.

I may not enjoy working on imports, but because they pay the bills, I turn into the mechanical doctor I am and do what I can to make my customers happy. I just hate being the one giving them the sticker shock of what it'll cost to fix their precious vehicles.

"It's what I tell myself daily," I responded, leaning over the car and digging my hands back to where they were when Jason came in, interrupting me. "When you're done filling my lot, if you have nothing else to do, you're more than welcome to uniform up and help get these vehicles out of here," I teased, knowing he knows nothing about fixing vehicles.

"As long as they're oil changes," he chuckled, "the only thing I know how to do, without fucking anything up," he proudly admitted.

"Unless you forget to add the oil," I joked, remembering when I had to fire someone for doing just that, costing me money to replace that customer's engine.

"I think it'll be best that I stick to my job and you stick to yours. Anyway, I'll be back in a while with the prizes you were praying for," Jason grinned, opening the door and slipping out before I returned with a pawky comeback after he added on his way out that I wouldn't be getting laid anytime soon.

If he only knew how long it's been since I last wet my Willie.

All of this work spread out in front of me may be the kind of distraction I need to help keep my focus off the girl that's been painfully killing me and my love life these last eight years—especially after turning down what I could have easily gotten last night—sex.

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