CBQ5: Sean and Nicki
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Nicki
Nicki Callaghan twisted the wrench one final time and slid out from beneath the ’69 Plymouth Roadrunner that her husband Sean had picked up for her at an auction. It was her guilty pleasure, something she worked on for fun.
Their garage was open for business, but on a very limited basis, taking urgent repairs and community service vehicles. Only she and Sean doing were doing the work these days. They’d given the rest of the crew two weeks’ paid vacation to stay at home.
Unlike many people in and around the area, Nicki didn’t mind the quarantine so much. She liked the quiet. The chance to slow down and spend some extra quality time with her husband and kids. It seemed as if her life had been a constant whirlwind since she’d settled in Pine Ridge. Between marriage, motherhood, working at the garage, and going out on assignments with the Ghost Team, she rarely had a minute to herself.
She wasn’t complaining. She loved her big, loud, boisterous family. It had been her and her twin Nick against the world for so long, and then she’d become a Chameleon and for all intents and purposes, ceased to exist.
Danger and excitement certainly kept life interesting, but everyone needed some downtime, too. A chance to reflect and recharge and enjoy the simple pleasures.
None of them were taking assignments at the moment, but it was the calm before the storm. When bad times hit, the rats came out of the sewers to take advantage, and this social crisis would be no exception. Until then, however, she was going to use the forced downtime to stop and smell the roses—or the motor oil, as it was.
She wiped off her hands and slid into the driver’s seat, taking a moment to appreciate the simple, clean beauty of the analog-control dash and large, skinny wheel. She turned the key and the 440 V8 Hemi engine roared to life, settling into the purring rumble of the beast it was.
The passenger door opened and the seat inclined forward as her daughter, Meghan, and son, Connor, crawled into the backseat. Her husband Sean slid in beside her with a huge grin.
“Sounds good, babe.”
“Good? It sounds perfect.”
“Can we go for a ride, Mom? Can we? Please?” Meghan pleaded.
The sky was bright and clear; the air was chilly but not horribly so. The perfect day for a drive in the mountains. “Absolutely. If your dad sets up the car seats.”
“Hm, I don’t know,” Sean said, pretending to think out about it, but there was laughter in his eyes.
“Please, Dad! Please! Please! Please!”
Sean shot a calculating glance into the rearview mirror. “How bad do you want to go for a ride?”
“Really, really bad.”
“Bad enough to have quiet time in your rooms when we get back?”
Nicki bit her lip. She knew what the sexy devil was doing. Quiet time for the kids meant special time for Mommy and Daddy. And oh, how she wanted some special time.
Meghan and Connor pondered that for a moment, then nodded vigorously. “Deal.”
With minutes, both kids were in their safety seats and Nicky backed the car out of the bay. Sean closed and locked the door, then climbed in himself and held out a plain paper bag in his hand.
“What’s that?” Nicki asked.
“A you-got-her-running present.”
Nicki opened the bag to find several vintage 8-tracks. Led Zeppelin. Nazareth. Black Sabbath. Judas Priest. Blue Oyster Cult.
Her husband got her. It was enough to make a girl get all sappy.
“Where did you find these?”
He shrugged, as if it was no big deal. “A collector over in Birch Falls. Picked up some vinyl, too.”
She popped in the Scorpions, figuring it was the least likely of the stack to contain repeatable, inappropriate for kids, and they were off. They cruised the eerily empty streets of Pine Ridge before turning off to head into the mountains.
The powerful muscle car ran like a dream. While Nicki was itching to put the muscle car through its paces, she kept the speed down and maneuvers family-friendly. She’d take it out for a more rigorous test drive another time when she didn’t have such precious cargo in the back.
After a wonderful two-hour road trip all the way to Sumneyville and back, Nicki pulled the Roadrunner back into one of the bays. The kids groused a little when Sean reminded them of their promise, but they didn’t up too much of a fight, especially since Sean had sweetened the deal with a stop at their favorite fast food restaurant for quarantine friendly, no contact, drive-thru takeout.
And that was when Nicki’s engine started purring.
Sean
Sean pulled the door to Meghan’s room closed and found Nicki waiting for him. The look in her nearly colorless, diamond-like eyes was enough to make him as hard as a diamond himself.
“They good?” she asked.
He nodded. “For now.” They had food and plenty to keep them busy, even with their short attention spans. Still, he didn’t want to waste a minute. “Garage?”
Flames danced in her eyes. “Garage.”
He followed her down the private stairs, letting the anticipation build in his veins. His croie was his perfect match in every way. A badass who loved engines, speed, and danger every bit as much as he did.
When they reached the closed bay, he saw that she’d been busy while he’d been getting the kids settled. Several pillar candles flickered along the workbenches. The car seats had been removed from the back of the Plymouth, and a plush microfiber blanket had been draped over the large bench seat.
“When’s the last time you made out in the back of a car?” Nicki teased with a seductive lowering of her lids.
“Too long,” was his answer. “Get in.”
He pulled the front seat forward, his mouth watering she as bent over to get in the car. He followed immediately after and pulled her in for a searing kiss.
Clothes were quickly discarded. Heavy petting ensued. Before long, the windows had fogged. After a brief oral warm-up, Sean laid Nicki out as best he could and slid into her with the eagerness of a teenager. Lasted about as long as one, too.
“I think I need to invest in better shocks,” Nicki laughed, running her hands through his hair.
“I think I need to work on my flexibility,” he replied, groaning as he worked himself into a sitting position and pulled her onto his lap. Slick from his release, she impaled herself easily and began round two with a slow, lazy lift and squeeze.
He leaned down and drew her nipple into his mouth. She arched and increased her pace, bringing them both to a second, but no less divine, climax in a manner of moments. His woman had skills, just one of the infinite number of things he loved about her.
“Needed that,” she said, her voice breathy as she collapsed against him.
He allowed his head to drop back and closed his eyes, savoring this brief slice of paradise. He drew in the scents of sex, leather, gasoline, and motor oil. His croie was naked, sated, and draped over his body. Life didn’t get any better than that.
Soon they’d have to get dressed and head back up to their living space above the garage. Go back to being Mom and Dad. But for a few more moments, they were just man and woman in the back of a kickass ride.