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  “Ten.”

  “Listen. From everything I see here, and from what you’ve told me, she doesn’t have a leg to stand on.”

  “That’s what I’ve thought. There’s no way my father would have left her everything. Not a chance.” Katy’s voice begins to waver and I notice a tear welling up in the corner of her eye.

  “Do you mind?” I motion toward the glove compartment.

  “What are you looking for?” she asks.

  “Tissues.” Before waiting for a response, I open the compartment, find a napkin, and hand it to her. “It’ll be okay. My hearing is after yours. How about I sit in with you and I can give you any pointers you need?”

  “Seriously? I can’t pay you.”

  “Get my car back to the garage and we’ll call it even.”

  “Deal,” Katy says, sniffling before the tears take over.

  Even crying, she’s sexy as hell. I can’t help but want to protect her from whoever is coming after her. She seems so sweet and innocent. I feel terrible for what she’s going through, but then part of me is doing it because she’s hot as hell.

  Four

  Katy

  Going to court always makes me nervous. It always feels like a battle. I’d been before, just for a speeding ticket, but that was more than enough.

  It’s scary and I never know what to expect.

  The moment I walk into the waiting area I see her. My stepmom. I wish I can call her my ex-step-mom.

  “Estranged,” Alex says as I mumble to myself and then look at him.

  I pull in close to Alex, wanting him to protect me and shield me from that bitch. Just the sight of her makes my stomach turn. It flips and I almost throw up as she walks toward me, that fake bitchy smile resting on her fake tits that almost lift beneath her chin.

  “Are you ready to give me what’s mine?” She snickers and then shoots Alex a look from head to toe. “At least you brought something for me to look at,” she says as she brushes by and heads toward the open courtroom doors.

  “Bitch,” I whisper, but the words echo though out the room and it comes out much louder than I intended.

  Immediately everyone looks in my direction and thankfully, Tiffany keeps walking.

  “Easy,” Alex says as he places his hand on the small of my back and guides me toward the courtroom. “We have this.”

  Just hearing him say we calms my nerves. He’s on my side, and it helps.

  We walk into the room and he guides me toward the table in the front. The deputy motions for us to take the table on the right, and Alex takes his cue.

  “Now what?” I ask.

  “Just let me handle it from here,” Alex says as he sets his folders on the table and glances across the aisle toward Tiffany and her lawyer, dressed in an expensive looking suit.

  “Well, damn,” the man says. “Alex Harper, it’s been what, five years?”

  “About that,” Alex says, extending his hand to the other lawyer.

  “So, you’re representing Miss Chambers?” the man says. “I wasn’t aware.”

  “Late development. I don’t think this is going to take long, anyway.” Alex smiles at the guy and looks back to me and winks.

  A moment later, the deputy orders everyone to stand as the judge comes in.

  “Mr. Brady, are you ready to proceed?” the judge looks at the other lawyer.

  “I am, Judge.”

  Before the other lawyer can say anything else, Alex stands. “Judge, Alex Harper. I’m council for Miss Chambers. I apologize, but I was just brought in on this case, and I believe I can save us all sometime here.”

  The judge leans forward on his elevated bench as he looks at Tiffany and her lawyer and then back at Alex. “And how’s that?”

  “Judge, it’s my understanding that Mr. Chambers had a will. It was signed, notarized, witnessed.”

  “Judge,” Mr. Brady jumps in, “we all know that. That’s why we’re here. Mr. Chambers had a more recently executed will. Hand-written.”

  “Yes, I was there when he wrote it,” Tiffany says, shooting a nasty smile at me.

  “Exactly,” Alex adds. “Hand-written. And in South Carolina, holographic wills, also known as handwritten wills, aren’t recognized. Further, Judge,” Alex pulls out the copy of the handwritten will that my father was supposed to have written, “This will isn’t even signed by Mr. Chambers.”

  “It is,” Tiffany yells out, but she’s quickly silenced by her attorney.

  “Judge, this will is dated six months before Mr. Chambers passed away.” Alex rifles through his folder and pulls out a pile of crumpled papers. “These are the last six years of car registration forms from Mr. Chambers’s tow truck. All of the signatures are identical to one another. They also match the signature on his typed and notarized will. I’d suggest that the handwritten will was never signed by Mr. Chambers.”

  Immediately the other attorney jumps up. “I object!”

  “Just hold on, Mr. Brady,” the judge orders.

  “But I haven’t seen those.”

  “And now you will, after I do.” The judge extends his hand,motioning for the papers. He gets them and flips through them, looking back at the wills. He hands them to the bailiff, who then hands them to the other lawyer. I watch as Tiffany whispers to him and he shakes his head.

  “Mr. Harper, you are correct. Handwritten wills are not recognized in this state unless witnessed by someone else and can be proven unequivocally. In this case, I have sincere doubt that the handwritten will is legitimate.”

  “Wait,” the other attorney orders.

  “Mr. Brady, I find in favor of the defendant, Miss Chambers. Case dismissed.”

  “Alex, what happened?” My heart pounds in my chest as Tiffany argues with her attorney.

  “You won. You keep everything.”

  “Oh my…” Without thinking, I throw my arms around him and kiss him on the mouth before quickly pulling back. “I’m sorry—no, I’m not. Thank you! I don’t know how to repay you.”

  “We’ve already had this discussion, remember?” He grins.

  I smile as my heart continues to race.

  Without another word or nasty glance, Tiffany and her attorney leave the courtroom.

  Five

  Alex

  My court case lasted longer than Katy’s. So much for getting in and out, but it was still simple, yet boring.

  Saving Katy, on the other hand, was a complete high.

  It felt amazing seeing her so excited and happy…and that kiss.

  My cock grows hard thinking about it as she drives us back to where my car is abandoned on the side of the road. I glance over again, taking in those perfect red lips, and remember how her arms felt wrapped around me.

  “It shouldn’t take too long to get everything hooked up and back to the shop.” Katy smiles, briefly taking her eyes off of the road and locking them with mine. “I still can’t thank you enough.”

  A minute later, we are parked in front of my car and Katy goes to work. I feel helpless, allowing her to grab the chains and hook everything up.

  Watching her take control is arousing. She does it without thought. The chains clink and clank and a moment later, the front end of the car is lifted. No sooner has she finished than the sky opens up, soaking us both.

  Each drop of rain makes her white blouse more transparent, revealing the white lace bra beneath. We quickly jump into the cab of the truck and the mix of the cold area and wetness of the rain brings bumps to my skin.

  Katy’s nipples poke hard through her completely see-through blouse. I try not to stare, but she doesn’t seem to notice as she radios back to the garage that we are on the way.

  “10-4,” a voice says back across the radio.

  * * * * *

  “So you won, huh?” A man says, walking out from the garage. He’s older. Bald with a thick goatee and tattoos. His voice is gruff—probably from years of smoking Camel’s, like the one dangling off of his lip.

  “He won,” Ka
ty says, looking back at me and smiling. “Totally shut that bitch down. Ray, this is Alex. Alex, this is Ray, he’s my dad’s best friend.” Katy pauses. “Was my dad’s best friend.”

  “Always will be,” Ray adds and extends his hand.

  “He runs the place,” Katy adds.

  “No sweetheart, you run the place. I just work here.” Ray looks over my shoulder at my Mercedes hanging from the back of the tow truck. “Let’s get ’er in here and see what the trouble is. You two go dry off.”

  Ray brushes past and starts to work on getting the car down and in the garage as Katy takes my hand and leads me inside.

  “Ray’s the best, he’ll get it fixed up. Normally I’d work on it.” She pulls a towel from a tall cabinet and tosses it to me. “But this is the first day I’ve taken off in a while.”

  Katy grabs a towel for herself and opens up a closet door, just standing out of view. A moment later, her blouse hits the floor and I see the sleeve of a light blue shirt flip within view.

  She steps out from the door as she continues to button the shirt up. It’s tight across her tits, stressing the buttons to the maximum capacity of the threads holding them in place.

  She’s gorgeous. Every bit of her. I can feel my cock begin to fill again as I allow my eyes to trace every curve of her body.

  “So, a side from the tire,” Ray yells from the garage into the office, “you have a busted belt. I’ll have to call over to the parts place in the next county. No chance I’ll have it any earlier than late tomorrow.”

  “Thanks Ray,” Katy yells back. A smile creeps across her face. “So, I guess you’ll be staying the night.”

  “Looks that way,” I say. “Maybe you can drive me to a motel. I should shower and change.”

  “No way, Mr. Harper, you’re staying at my place. I have a huge house with plenty of room. It’s the least I can do after today. Besides, we should celebrate.”

  My cock has already answered for me as I nod my head in agreement. “Sounds perfect.”

  Six

  Katy

  “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Ray asks as I slide into the driver’s side of the wrecker. “You don’t know this guy.”

  “Ray, you’re fixing his car. He bailed me out. He’s a good guy. Besides,” I lean in close to Ray, “you’ve been bugging me about finding a distraction.” I wink at him and gently push him away, shutting the door. “I’ll call if I need anything.”

  Ray has always been like a second dad or big brother. Either way, he is always overprotective.

  I turn to Alex and see that his shirt’s still damp from the downpour. It’s clinging to him and every muscle in his arms, chest and abs. I take in a long breath, trying to calm the thoughts racing through my mind.

  “So, not much to see around town,” I say, “except for a few bars, the restaurant, and the grocery store.”

  “I know, I actually lived on the other side of town when I was in high school. When I left for college, I never came back. There was never much to do here. Weekends, me and my friends used to drive up to the falls and drink.”

  “Oh my god, I love that place.”

  “I did, too. I haven’t been back since my senior year,” Alex says.

  “That’s it, we’re going, tomorrow, before Ray finishes up your car. You looked like you packed for a trip,” I say, motioning to the bag wedged between the front seat and the back of the wrecker.

  “Well, I had planned to leave from court and head to the mountains. I need a little escape. Take a break from work.”

  “Alone?” I ask, hoping he isn’t meeting up with some girl.

  “Yeah. Just me and my thoughts,” he says with a laugh. “Sometimes you just need that.”

  We pull into the driveway of the house. My house. Dad’s old house. It hasn’t been long since he died, but it still feels weird. Alex grabs his bag and follows me in through the front door.

  “This is what you saved today,” I say. I can feel the tears beginning to pool up in my eyes the minute I think about my crazy stepmother getting half of this. “She would have sold it and left me with shit.”

  Alex drops his bag on the floor and looks at me before wiping the streaming tear from my eye. “I’m glad I was there to help. You deserve this. I’m sure this is what your father really wanted.”

  I can feel my lip quiver. Instinctively, I bury my head in Alex’s chest, hugging him. “Thank you,” I whisper.

  As I wrap my arms around the stranger I’m still getting to know, I’m drawn to him. Even damp and soggy, his sexy scent fills my nose and I’m lost in the moment of hugging him. I feel foolish and turned on all at the same time.

  A million thoughts race through my mind. Whether to let go or continue to hug him. Walk away and play this off, or do something else.

  “You’re welcome,” he whispers back.

  I can feel the bulge of his bicep against my shoulder.

  “You should get out of those clothes,” I say, and the moment the words exit my mouth I can feel my face blush.

  “Really? That’s quick, not even a drink or dinner first?”

  “I’m so sorry.” I pull back and cover my face from embarrassment as Alex laughs.

  “Don’t be,” he says.

  I pull my hands away and look up at him. His electric blue eyes almost stare through me as he melts me with his smile. Alex places his hand on either side of my face and before I know it, his lips are on mine.

  Those perfect, plump lips of his lock with mine and I melt.

  White heat pours over my body and all of a sudden the Chambers Wrecking shirt that I had put on at the garage feels like a lead blanket. Hot. Heavy.

  The heat floods down my chest, into my stomach, and between my legs. I kiss him back, harder. I reach around and grab the back of his head, holding him close as his tongue plays with mine.

  Alex pulls away and I fight it with all of my will.

  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have,” I say.

  “I’ve wanted you from the moment you stepped out of the truck this morning,” he says. “I’ve done everything I could to resist, to be professional.”

  “And now?” I ask.

  “Katy, you’ve started something I’m not sure is going to be finished tonight.”

  In one easy, quick move, Alex unbuttons my shirt. It flies open and I immediately shed it to the floor. His eyes meet mine and then grow big as he stares at my tits.

  I don’t wait for him to free them, pulling the large cups from my bra down and letting my breasts fall, nipples hard.

  Alex wraps his arm around my waist as his mouth finds my right nipple and flicks it with his tongue.

  “Fuck,” I moan as I take in a shuddering breath.

  He flicks the clasp on the back of my bra, making it fall off and giving him full access to the girls. He pushes me back against the wall. My head hits a small framed picture and I realize we are still in the foyer of the house.

  I don’t care. I want him. Here. There. Any-fucking-where.

  I paw at his shirt, pulling the wet cotton material off of his body and revealing the most perfect torso I’ve ever laid eyes on. His kisses move up from my tits to my neck. I grasp for his belt and pants, managing to unhook them without looking.

  His cock is hard and throbbing. I spring it free, thinking it’s about to break free from his pants on its own. He pushes against me as his kisses my up my neck, to my ear.

  “Take these off,” he says, tugging at my pants, yet still helping me.

  I can’t get them off fast enough. They fall to the floor and I quickly try to remember what kind of panties I put on this morning. Are they sexy?

  Shit. Who cares, they are about to be ripped off of me.

  Alex’s pants fall to the floor and I get a better feel of his huge dick, still being held back by a thin material.

  I want it.

  Now.

  In me.

  In my mouth.

  Everywhere.

  The harder I tug
at his pants, the more aggressive he becomes, pinning me to the wall and thrusting his hips into me.

  “You’re mine,” he groans. His throaty, deep growl makes me flood my panties.

  He guides his hands from my shoulders, down over my breasts, to my hips.

  He pulls my hips flush against his, grinding his erection against me. Then he makes space between us as his hand slides across my pussy.

  I moan at his touch and reach for his cock again, but he prevents me from touching it.

  “Please,” I beg.

  “Not yet,” he says. He traces the fringe of my panties and he finds his way inside of them. I feel how easily his fingers slide around my folds.

  His finger gently strokes my clit and I bite my lip.

  My body shakes.

  Alex’s finger slips inside of me and I wrap my arms around his upper body, pulling his head back to mine as I kiss him. Hard.

  His finger pulses in and out of me as his thumb continues to rub my clit.

  “Alex, please,” I beg, almost not recognizing my own voice, it’s so weak. “I’m going to–”

  My legs tighten, locking his hand between my legs as a rush of sensation crashes over me. I squeeze my thighs together as I feel the most amazing orgasm take over.

  “Good,” he moans in my ear. “Harder, come for me, harder.”

  On command, my body convulses, still pressed against the wall and then in an instant, I almost collapse.

  Alex slides his hand away and picks me up. I can feel his hardness pressed against me. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers.

  “I’m yours,” I manage to say as he carries me into the living room and puts me on the couch. He tugs at my panties and I’m now naked on the couch, staring up at him.

  An Adonis of a man. His cock, still filling the tight nylon briefs he’s wearing. He smiles and frees his cock.

  It’s huge. And beautiful.

  He comes closer and I sit up, taking it in my hand.

  His cock is mouth level. Perfect.

  I place my lips on him. His head is big and swollen, and the moment my hot, wet mouth touches his cock I taste his saltiness.

  My mouth works his shaft and he moans. His body shakes.