Trigger Warnings: sexual content (yeeeaaahhhhhh!), sweary sweary language
Word count: 15,357
Chapters nine, ten & eleven
twelve
On Friday afternoon, the handsome but rather irritating ‘Darren’ was called to pick up his car. I’d done exceptionally well in avoiding having anything to do with it, too. Zara wasn’t even the one that serviced it - Dad did it for me, and called him straight afterwards. I hadn’t told him about Darren and his rather forward behaviour with me the other day - I’d rather him see it for himself. If Darren was anything like Frank, he wouldn’t peacock when another man was around.
It was a sticky kind of hot today. I was uncomfortable working and most interactions with people had irritated me, so I was doing my best to keep conversation to a minimal. I hated the humidity like this. Part of me wanted to close but I couldn’t afford to lose a day’s work like that - not after buying that unassuming puppy.
Bongo seemed to be struggling more than I was. I’d locked him in the office with two fans to make sure he didn’t overheat. Either me or Dad were also constantly topping up his water because he was drinking it so quickly. I didn’t really know what else to do. It was better than leaving him in the car.
I was eyeing up the hosepipe on the forecourt while I downed an entire bottle of water when Darren turned up. I didn’t realise who it was at first, mostly because it was so bright outside that I couldn’t see. I was squinting a lot.
He wasn’t wearing a suit today - instead a pair of bright Hawaiian board shorts, flip flops and a gaping vest. He might as well not have been wearing a vest. He looked ridiculous.
“It’s hot, innit?” He asked with a weirdly smug grin.
He was a fine one to talk. He wasn’t the one wearing overalls as well as a t-shirt.
I didn’t answer him, instead wandering inside to find his key and the invoice for him so I could get rid of him as quickly as possible. He lingered outside of the office while I did so, and I ignored the fact that I could feel him staring at me.
“Sweat looks good on you.” He commented as I handed him the invoice and the key.
I chose not to answer that. “You need to be careful with your clutch.”
Darren blinked and looked down at the form. “Is there something wrong with it?”
“Not yet. But it’s obvious you ride it more than you need to and if you continue to do so it’ll overheat and you’ll need to replace it.”
“Ride it”? He giggled.
I inhaled a subtle breath. “Coasting. Or sitting in traffic for too long without releasing it.”
“Are you flirting with me?”
“You’d know if I was flirting with you.” I said sharply. “I’m sure you’ll be right back down here in a panic when you start to smell burning, and I’d really like to try and avoid that. So ease up.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He smirked. “Devastated I didn’t get to see you all over my baby.”
My expression was flat. “I haven’t been near your baby.”
“Who has, then?”
“Floss,” Dad called from nearby, and when I looked over my shoulder he appeared from underneath an old Renault Clio, “¿donde esta el trinquete de ocho pulgadas?” Where is the 8-inch ratchet?
“En tu caja de herramientas donde la dejaste.” In your toolbox where you left it.
My dad looked around himself for his toolbox, and nodded to himself when he found what he was looking for. He then noticed who I was talking to and cocked his head. “¿Es ese el dueño de Lamborghini?” Is that the Lamborghini owner?
“Sí.”
“You need to be careful with your clutch, mate. That thing is only a few miles off overheating.”
I felt incredibly smug.
Darren lifted his head slightly. “Thanks. Glad someone picked up on it, I never would’ve known.”
“Do you drive it a lot?”
“Every day.”
“Makes sense. They’re not really made for daily use so just try to keep it in neutral when you’re in stop-start traffic. And don’t coast - it’ll screw you right up.”
“Got it. Cheers, mate.”
It was difficult not to show my pride as I handed Darren the card machine to pay with. Even though he’d never said it in so many words, I knew he hadn’t entirely trusted my judgement when I told him to be careful with his clutch. Of course he never batted an eyelid when another man told him the same thing. Misogyny prevailed once again.
“Your English accent is very good.” He commented as he punched his PIN into the machine.
“That’s because I’m English.”
Darren stilled, for once reluctant to look me in the eye. “I’m making a real dick of myself, aren’t I?”
“Yep.”
“Okay… So a date would be off the cards?”
“Not a chance in hell.”
He nodded curtly and handed the machine and the invoice back. “Well then, all I shall say is that I found that whole interaction very sexy and it’s a shame I won’t get to hear it again.”
“Goodbye, Darren.”
I watched the idiot leave as I stood in the office refilling Bongo’s water bowl, shaking my head to myself. At least he’d learned when it was a good time to call it a day. I’ve had to be much more aggressive than that before, but again it might’ve helped that there was another male in the near vicinity. Not that that should be a reason at all.
I wandered back to where my dad was finishing off the Clio, making it the last job of the day before we closed. The owner’s arrival was imminent.
“Was he flirting with you?” Dad asked.
I grunted. “Yeah. He was gonna ask me on a date but he’d already ruined it before he could ask.”
Dad laughed, and I could feel his warm gaze on me. “You could do better than that, Floss. He might have enough money to buy a Lambo but he’s too far up his own arse. You need someone a bit more down to Earth.”
“I don’t need anyone, I’m fine.”
“Maybe. I just meant generally, if you did ever decide you wanted a partner again, it wouldn’t do you good to be with a prick like that.”
I hummed, “Gracias, papi.”
It had taken Bongo all week to settle down at night. I’d spent two nights on the sofa because I couldn’t have him in bed with me or Ruby again, and finally on Friday night he slept the night through without any crying or disturbances.
Ruby said I was cruel for leaving him downstairs on his own, but it was more a disciplinary tactic than anything else. I couldn’t have him thinking he was allowed on every surface in the house, it would be carnage when he was fully grown. I tried to tell her this, but she still didn’t like it.
Because I was so distracted by Bongo, I didn’t have any arrangements for my Friday night without Ruby, so I spent it on the sofa with a movie marathon, a pizza and a bottle of wine. Since there were no pizza takeaways close enough to deliver, I had a frozen one out of the freezer and the wine cost me £4 in Tesco. It was horrible, too, but I was surprised by the lack of a hangover in the morning.
I decided to eat breakfast before I took Bongo on his morning walk, so I fumbled my way out of bed and downstairs to get a bowl of cereal and feed the puppy.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered, halting in the living room doorway.
Bongo had ripped his bed completely to shreds. There was fluff and fabric everywhere - not just in his penn but also somehow across the room. He was still safely inside - he hadn’t escaped and he was awake, sitting upright looking at me with a cocked head.
“Bongo, what did you do?”
He ruffed at me quietly and stood up, tail wagging ferociously.
As I walked closer I realised something else, not just from the obvious smell but by the wet patch on the carpet in the corner of his penn.
“Oh dear,” I sighed, stroking over the top of his soft head. “Did we have a little accident in the night, mate?”
He was licking my hand and arm in response.
“I’m sure it’s only the first.”
I let Bongo eat while I cleaned up the mess in the living room, and heavily sprayed the carpet with disinfectant and fabric spray. He ate faster than I cleaned so he was back to sniffing around me long before I was finished. I found a blanket for him to sleep on for now, but whatever Ruby and I decided to do today, it would involve going to buy a new bed for the puppy.
After my breakfast I dressed in a another of my t-shirts (this one was white, had a red drawing of the sun with a face and legs, and the words ‘I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I GOT HERE’ written on the front) and some leggings, brushed my hair, put my work boots on and took the dog out for his morning walk in the sun. We did a big loop around the village - cutting through the field behind the house and past Mum and Dad’s, then over the river towards Arlington Row, but slipping back across the river again by Harry and Oscar’s house so I could stop in the shop next to the post office to buy some more milk.
As we walked over the bridge I noticed movement in Harry’s front window. I couldn’t decide whether it would be better for me to sneak past unseen or at least try and wave just in case he had seen me.
Of course, a convoy of traffic came cruising past just when I needed to cross the road, so I stood waiting for a while in plain sight. When I finally managed to get the dog across the road safely, Harry was already outside on the gravel.
I felt uncomfortably obvious.
“Morning!” He called across his driveway.
I wandered onto the gravel with an apprehensive feeling, but only the same kind of apprehension I always felt around Harry. “Hi,”
“Barely recognised you with your hair down.” He commented as he fussed the puppy playing around his legs.
“Oh,” I dragged my fingers through my hair without thinking, “yeah.”
“S’really long.”
I blinked at him. Why was he stating the obvious? “Yeah,”
“Anyway, I was actually gonna text you.” He said, completely at ease.
“Right?”
“What’s Lodge Park like?”
His question made my mind drift.
Lodge Park was another one of the stately homes built on the Sherborne Estate. It wasn’t the best kept one but it was a beautiful building from what I could remember. I hadn’t been for a long time.
“It’s alright?” I shrugged. “It’s on the big Sherborne Estate - very pretty.”
“I saw a poster for a summer fete or something and thought about taking Oscar.”
“Oh that’d be nice. The fetes are usually massive - like, as big as a car boot sale.”
“Oh, really?” He smiled. His dimple sank and his eyes crinkled. He was so pretty it made me feel sick.
“Yeah, you’ll have plenty to do. I think they do a bouncy castle and lawn games and stuff too.”
“Sweet.” His smile widened. “Are you and Ruby busy? I know Oscar’d love having someone to piss around with.”
I was amused by his choice of words, but at the same time his question seemed to trap me. I didn’t know how to answer that.
I liked Harry. Career aside, he was handsome and pleasant and surprisingly easy to talk to for someone who still managed to unintentionally intimidate me. It should have been so easy for me to just say yes. It would be a good day out for Ruby - it was a nice day again, there were so many things that would keep her occupied.
But the idea of spending near an entire day with the sexy dentist still put me on edge. How many times could I embarrass myself in front of him? There were ample ways to - a fete with endless tables full of trinkets and handmade niceties, food, drinks, I could go on. I could lose my balance and knock one over, which would knock the next one over, and then the one after that. Like dominos of shame. I could talk about things that made absolutely no sense. I could say words that didn’t exist and say other words that did exist but used in completely the wrong context.
As much as I wanted to take Ruby on a nice day out, I wasn’t willing to put myself in that position with the dentist again.
“Oh, I don’t think we can.”
“That’s okay,” he shook his head, still smiling but he was obviously disheartened. “If you’ve got other plans that’s completely fine. Maybe next time.”
“Yeah, we’re just, um…” What? What are we doing? “Mum and Dad are taking us out for the day to Stow.”
He tipped his head like Bongo did. “Where?”
“Stow-on-the-Wold.”
He clicked and pointed at me “I know it. Well, I hope you all have a nice day.”
“And you, Harry.”
“See you later.” He smiled, gave a limp wave, and then turned away to disappear back into his house.
As I walked out of the drive and carried on a few doors down to the village shop, I didn’t feel good about myself. I felt guilty for lying. I was impressed at how easy it had been, and that it was even believable. But I knew I was being stupid to some degree. I just wasn’t ready for that level of friendship with Harry yet.
Before I knew it, Whitsun Week had arrived and it was time for me to send Ruby and Bongo off for their holiday in Cornwall with Mum and Dad.
I had a bit of a sombre day at work while I was thinking about it. Part of me was excited to have some real time to myself for the first time in 7 years, but it also felt really strange knowing that Ruby wouldn’t be in the house, or even a ten minute walk down the road for the next week.
When I finished work I drove straight to the school. I had her suitcase and all of Bongo’s things in the boot of my car. Ruby had been upset that morning that she couldn’t take her suitcase or the dog into school with her, so I reminded her that she would have both of those things for the rest of the week without any kind of separation.
Mum and Dad were already waiting in the car park when I pulled in. Dad was sitting against the bonnet of his car while Mum was across the playground talking to Harry. I felt a weird pain in my stomach at that.
“Cómo estás, querida?” Dad asked how I was. He met me at my car, opening the door for me.
“Estoy bien.” I shrugged. “Ha sido un día extraño.” It’s been a weird day.
My dad simply nodded, and helped me unload everything out of my car to move it all over to his. There wasn’t as much as I thought there was this morning when I did it alone, so it didn’t take us very long.
Mum was still talking to Harry, and would probably continue to do so until the children appeared. I caught his gaze at one point, so I gave a small smile and a limp wave, but he didn’t return it.
That actually didn’t surprise me. Ever since I declined to go to Lodge Park with him, he’d kept his distance. I couldn’t figure out why - he believed me on the day. I hadn’t really had a chance to put my foot in anything else since then. When he came to collect Oscar the following Monday he was much less chatty and seemed almost desperate to go home. The same thing happened on Wednesday and Thursday when I picked Ruby up from his.
I tried not to let it bother me too much. It could’ve been any number of reasons - it might not have been me at all. Maybe he had a new girlfriend and he was just trying to keep his distance. Maybe he was going through a rough time and working out what I was doing all the time wasn’t a priority anymore. I hoped it was one of those two.
When the children finally started to appear, Mum left Harry alone and came back to us.
“Floss, si no tienes prisa y arrebatar a ese, alguien mas lo hara.” If you don’t hurry up and snatch that dentist, someone else will.
I rolled my eyes. “No estoy arrebatando a nadie.” I’m not snatching anyone.
“¡¿Por qué?!”
“¡Porque no quiero!” Because I don’t want to!
I was starting to get really tired of everyone telling me that I needed to find a man. Namely, the sexy dentist. I didn’t need to find anything. Everything I needed had already been found.
“Abuela!”
My mother shook her head at me, but immediately returned the hug she was receiving from my daughter. “Hola, dulce niña,”
“We’re going on holiday!” Ruby squealed.
“We are, are you excited?”
“So excited!”
“Good!”
“Rubes, do you want to give me your school bag and we’ll go and get Bongo?” I asked, nodding towards the car.
“Okay!” She grinned.
I took her hand and we walked the short distance to the car together. She threw her bag into the back seat, and then took Bongo’s lead off me once he was out of the car. He was looking a little too excitable for my liking.
“Hold onto him extra tight, muffin. Looks like he wants to shoot off any second.” I said as I stroked over her hair.
“I got him.”
We loaded the puppy into the back of Dad’s car where a blanket had been laid out for him, and as soon as the door was shut his head appeared in the back window, panting away.
I rubbed my finger over the window where his wet nose was smearing all over the glass. “Bye, mate.”
Even though he was Ruby’s puppy, I was going to miss the little thing a lot.
“Right, Ruby, can I have a hug, please?”
“Yeah!”
I crouched down so that I was basically shorter than her, and waited for her to wrap her arms around me. When she did I squeezed her to me as tightly as possible and buried my face into the small crook of her neck.
“I’m gonna miss you, Mummy.”
I sighed as I pulled away, placing both hands on the side of her face. “I’ll miss you too, poppet. You make sure you have lots of fun and look after Grandma and Grandad, alright?”
“I will, I promise.”
“Buena niña.” I whispered, pecking her cheek. “Te quiero mucho.”
Ruby smiled at me and kissed my cheek in return. “Te quiero más.” I love you more.
“Aye,” I was filled with joy, “my smart girl. Go on, then. Or we’ll be here forever and you’ll never have a holiday.”
“Are you sure you can’t come with us?” She pouted.
“I’m sure, darlin’. I’m sorry.” I said with a matching look as I stood up again. “But you’ll have a brilliant time whether I’m there or not.”
She let out a heavy sigh, staring at the floor. “Wait,”
I watched with a startled look as she ran off towards the car. She opened the back door, wrestled with the dog for a little bit, and then trotted him over to me.
She handed me the lead with a determined look. “You should have Bongo here with you. So you’re not lonely.”
I felt like crying. “Oh, are you sure, muffin? He was looking forward to his holiday with you.”
“I’m sure. He loves you and he’ll miss you.”
I stroked over her cheek, a no doubt warm look radiating from me. “Thank you, baby.”
I finally said goodbye to my parents and put Ruby in the back seat, and I waited for them to set off before I put Bongo in the front passenger seat. I realised as they were driving away that everything I needed for Bongo was now on its way to Cornwall.
“Bollocks.”
Feeling slightly deflated I took Bongo home and fed him with some emergency puppy food from the shop, then myself with the addition of a bottle of wine. I watched TV for all of an hour before I decided to call it a night.
Even though I never had Ruby at home on a Friday night, it was strange knowing that she wasn’t at least five minutes down the road. I stood on the landing staring between my bedroom and hers for an embarrassing amount of time before I decided to sleep in her room. I wept a little as I tucked myself into her bed, and I was asleep before I could even count to five.
thirteen
While Ruby was away with Mum and Dad I had a constant fear of being alone in the house. I had the puppy which wasn’t necessarily a terrible thing, but not having my miniature zipping around the house every evening made me sad. I missed her a lot more than I’d expected to and I really couldn’t wait for her to come home.
I ended up taking Bongo on more walks than he needed. Like on Tuesday - I took him for his morning walk before I went to work, and for his afternoon walk when I got home. And then in the late evening - way later than I should’ve been out walking alone, I took him for a third walk out to the field behind the house and let him run riot for as long as he wanted. I threw stick after stick for him, ran him around the field until I was exhausted, and then waited for him to tire. I ended up carrying the poor sod home.
Even though the weather had been wonderful, while I was carrying the puppy back to the house, it wasn’t hard to miss the especially dark cloud coming in from Cheltenham-way. And it was grossly warm out. I ran the last five minutes home to avoid us both getting wet.
I decided the best thing to do was have an early night, so I had a shower and began to put Bongo away in his penn for the night. While I was fussing with him the thunder started. I stood up and wandered over to the back door, watching the heavy rain soak the dying grass in the back garden. Lightning struck in a wild flash, and moments later the thunder rolled over again.
Bongo started crying.
“It’s alright, mate.” I cooed at him, rejoining him on the floor. “Just a bit of thunder, it can’t hurt you in here.”
The puppy whimpered, crawling into my lap like a dollop. I shushed him while I stroked him, and decided to take him with me back to the window to watch it. He was much better in my arms; he started crying any time I tried to put him back down again.
All I could do now was wait for the storm to stop, but I was standing there for a good hour and nothing changed. I tried to fuss him as much as I could, but my arms grew tired and I eventually had to sit down. I let him curl up on the sofa next to me.
I nodded off for a while, always comforted by the sound of rain and thunder. The only thing that woke me up was my phone vibrating where I’d left it on the dining table. I groaned and stood up, Bongo following me without hesitation.
REDIRECT FROM: Garage
Maybe: Oscar’s Dad
I frowned at my phone. Why would Harry be calling the garage?
I answered the call before it rang out, “Harry?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Er…”
“It’s Floss.”
“Oh, shit,” he muttered, “I thought I’d called the breakdown number.”
“You did, it redirects to my phone after five o’clock. Are you alright?”
He coughed. Wherever he was I could hear the rain from his end as well as mine. “No, I’ve er, broken down.”
Dur. I was so stupid sometimes. So much for my early night.
“Where are you?” I asked, moving towards the hall to put some shoes on.
“I don’t know, somewhere this side of Cheltenham.”
“Can you ping me your location from your phone? I’ll come and get you.”
“With what?”
Was that a serious question? “The breakdown van…”
“Oh no, Florence I’ll just call the AA or something, you don’t have to come all the way out here.”
“Harry, it’s literally my job.”
“I realise that, but it’s late and the weather is shit and I don’t want you doing that.”
“I’ve already left the house,” I hadn’t, “so just drop your location to my number and I’ll come and find you.”
He sighed, a rather petulant sound. “Alright. Thank you.”
“No problem.”
I found Bongo’s lead and hooked it to his collar, fiercely stroking his head while he tried to lick my hand.
“Who’s a lucky boy, aye? Four outings in one day!”
I took the keys for the rescue van off the hook on the wall by the front door, locked the house up, and ran out to where it was waiting on the driveway with Bongo in tow. He curled up on the seat next to me and went straight to sleep, while I set the sat-nav on my phone to the pin Harry had sent me like I’d asked him to. He looked to be on a single track road the other side of Withington - one of the villages around halfway between Cheltenham and Bibury.
I started the van and drove out into the rain, the windscreen wipers not doing much for visibility. I needed to get them replaced. While I knew the roads around the village fairly well, doing it practically blind and in the dark didn’t make it easy for me. I drove much slower than I normally would.
It took me 40 minutes to find the dentist, when it should’ve only taken half that. When I did find him, he was sitting in the driver’s seat of his Range Rover with the cab light on, hazards flashing. I pulled the van in behind him so that they were rear to rear and it would be easier to load the car on.
He opened his door as I did, except he never got out. I left the sleeping puppy in the van and hurried over to the car with the hood on my parka pulled up. Harry was sitting sideways now, his feet resting on the step of the door. Telling by the state of his wet, dripping hair, he’d already been outside.
“Are you okay?” I asked, louder than usual because the rain was so damn noisy.
His expression was flat and his jaw was already clenched. “Fucking marvellous, Florence.”
I gave him a sympathetic smile. “Sorry. This won’t take me long, I just need you to reverse it onto the van and then you can go sit in the cab with the dog.”
He lifted his head, but he didn’t give a verbal response. He just stepped out of the car into the pouring rain and around to the front.
Together we pushed the Range Rover onto the back of the van, with Harry pushing at the bonnet and me at the side, using the steering wheel to guide it. It wasn’t the easiest car I’d had to load - being so big and so heavy, and with the rain it kept rolling forwards on the metal planks. I ended up having to secure the back of the car to the cab with the winch before I could fasten the tyres down, but I didn’t make Harry help me with that.
It was about half an hour later when we finally started making our way home.
I kept looking in Harry's direction to see if he was alright, but he was like Ruby - always looking out the window with his chin in his palm. It was obvious he was pissed off about something, whether it be the car or something else, or multiple things, but I hadn’t ever seen him like it. It was unnerving. I didn’t know if trying to talk to him would make it better or worse, but I decided not to try.
I didn’t have to, anyway.
“Did you leave Ruby at home?”
I glanced at him, but not for very long. He still wasn’t looking at me. “No, she’s away with my parents. Did you leave Oscar at home?”
“No, he’s with my mum in Cheshire.”
“I see… What were you doing all the way out here, then? If you don’t mind me asking.”
He sighed and turned to look out the windscreen instead. “I had to go to this convention thing in Cheltenham. I didn’t actually want to go at all but I didn’t have a choice. I thought because it was so close I’d drive there and back both days. Apparently I’m not allowed to do that.” Then he looked at me. “Why didn’t you go away with your mum and dad?”
“Stuff like this.”
“Knew I was gonna break down, did ya?”
I laughed. “I knew you’d break down at some point. I didn’t know it was gonna be today.”
“Let me guess - hedges?”
“Bushes.” I giggled, and I was relieved to hear him laughing too. “But yes.”
“Serves me right, I guess.”
I shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. It’s a lot of money to fork out on a car, sometimes we just can’t afford it. But it does serve you right for getting a Range Rover.”
“This coming from a car mechanic who drives a bright orange Ford Focus.”
“Hey, it was the only thing I could afford at the time, and it has done me well this far so there’s no point in changing it.”
“My Range Rover had done me well until now.” He retorted.
“Had it? Really?”
“It actually had!”
“Alright, if you say so Mr Dentist Man.”
“That’s Doctor Dentist Man, thank you very much.”
“I knew you were gonna say that.” I scoffed.
When I didn’t get a response from him, I quickly looked his way to find him smirking at me.
“What?” I demanded.
“Nothing.” He looked away from me. “How are you getting on without Ruby at home?”
I swallowed and took a deep breath. “I hate it.”
“Really?”
“Yep. I hadn’t realised until she left but I’ve never not had her at home. I mean, she stays at Mum and Dad’s every Friday night, but this is day four and it’s getting a bit shit. I’ve learned that I’m not very good at being on my own. I actually get really lonely.”
“I get that.” Harry said, his voice much softer. “I’m kinda the same - I’m not used to being in the house alone. Even though Oscar always spends a holiday with a grandparent somewhere, I’d never been alone with it until now. This is the first time I’ve not gone with him and still not had anyone at home either.”
I thought about that for a moment. “It’s crazy to think that we, as grown adults, depend on our children like that. Like we need them, just like they need us. It’s not supposed to be like that, is it?”
“Not really, no. But things would have been very different if I didn’t have Oscar. He saved my life in one way.”
I felt the seconds tick away before I answered. “I was just selfish with Ruby. I fell pregnant when I least expected it and I just didn’t want to give her up.”
“Do you… do you know where her dad is, if you don’t mind me asking?”
His question made me laugh, because it sounded as if he was asking if I’d lost him - like we’d got separated one day and I just never found him again. I had this image in my head of Federico wandering aimlessly around a big field.
“What’s funny?”
I shook my head. “Nothing, I had a daft thought. Um, I do know where he is, yeah. I met him through a friend but he wasn’t local, he was just studying here. We had a kind of… whirlwind romance, if you like, and then he went back home. When I found out I was pregnant I wrote to him and just said, I want to keep her, and if you want to be involved then great, but if you don’t I completely get it. I was keeping her either way, that was my choice.”
“So I guess he didn’t want to know?”
“I guess not. He’s never met her, but I get like a small amount of money come in every month, and a bit more on her birthday.”
“I suppose that’s… something. Does Ruby know?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Maybe one day I’ll tell her, and if she asked me I’d never not tell her. But she’s said to me before that she doesn’t care that she’s not got a daddy and she likes that it’s just the two of us. Hopefully that means I’m doing something right.”
“I mean,” I heard his thick swallow, “there’s no denying you’re a good mum, Floss. Lorraine can say whatever the fuck she wants about you and me, but I know you do what’s best for Ruby, and so does everyone else who isn’t poisoned by that stupid woman running the kid’s club.”
“Well, thanks, Harry. I appreciate that.”
“You’re welcome.” He grinned at me. “I am available for pep talks and motivational speeches at any time.”
I took Harry home first considering he’d had such a naff day and it was getting so late. He gave Bongo a chin scratch as he stood outside with the door open, apparently not bothered by the rain anymore.
“Thank you for saving my arse, Florence. Floss,” He corrected himself again with a little eye roll.
“Any time.”
“What do I owe you for the,” He waved his hand vaguely, “service?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just let me know tomorrow what you want me to do with the car.”
“Oh, I want it fixed.” He laughed, still stroking the puppy. “Just fix it, I’m over it.”
“Alright. I will fix her.”
“Dulces sueños, señorita.”
My expression fell at the Spanish words coming out of his mouth. Sweet dreams, miss. My laugh was nervous, “Buenas noches, pollito.”
He pressed his lips together, holding onto the side of the door. “Don’t know that one yet.”
“Okay, well I’ll leave you to work that one out.” I’d called him a small chicken.
“Goodnight.”
“Bye. Bongo, come over here.”
He finally shut the door once the puppy had come to me, and ran across the gravel to his house, key at the ready.
I decided to take the car to the garage in the morning rather than straight away like I normally would. I was too tired and too wet to want to do anything else other than go to bed.
I’d been alone in the garage for half the day. Zara had been in for the morning but went home at lunchtime to start her holiday early. She was going to Greece for a week with Mickey, and I was going to be alone in the garage for two and a half days. Alone again. Perhaps I’d shot myself in the foot by not going away with Mum and Dad, but I had to earn money somehow.
Luckily it was a quiet day. I hadn’t seen anyone since this morning when clients came to collect their cars, and no one had brought one in to me. The phone hadn’t even rang. The weather was nice again today; the storm passed. Everything was still wet and it was much cooler temperature-wise, but it was sunny and bright. Like a mid-spring morning.
It left me to work on the dentist’s car without interruption. Well, Bongo was in the office in his bed and barked occasionally when I left him for too long without reminding him I was still there. I’d turned the music up louder than I normally would, with my entire music library on shuffle. Some would call it messy. I certainly did.
I didn’t realise the time while I was fixing the Range Rover. It was a larger task to do alone than I’d anticipated, and by the time I’d pulled my head out of the bonnet it looked to be getting late.
When I looked out onto the forecourt I saw Harry eyeing up an old BMW M3 someone had sold me earlier in the week. It needed a bit of a clean up before it could be marketed, but that was usually Zara’s job.
Harry was wearing a rainbow-dyed crew neck t-shirt and wide-leg jeans with white vans. He looked a lot cleaner than he had done last night. I knew I couldn’t say the same for myself. He turned away from the old beamer and looked into the garage where I was watching him.
I turned the music down. No one needed to hear Oasis at that volume. “Hi,” I said calmly, wiping my hands on a cloth.
“Hi,” He returned with a smile, briefly looking over his car. “I, er, tried to call you a couple of times but… well, yeah.”
“Sorry. I left my phone in the office - you should’ve tried the garage number.”
“I did.”
“Oh,” I laughed once, “my bad.”
“Thought it was a bit weird you hadn’t called me with an update.”
“Yeah, I’ve been alone most of today so it’s taken a bit longer than usual.”
“It’s alright, was a bit worried, that’s all.”
I tipped my head slightly. Did he mean he was worried about me or about his car? “Well, she’s all fixed up now, so nothing to worry about. I think, anyway. I haven’t tried starting it yet.”
He fought a smile. “I didn’t mean the car, Florence.”
Oh.
I stared at him for a moment, unsure what to say. He was painfully pretty up this close. He still hadn’t shaved so he looked a bit dirty around the cheeks and mouth, but it looked good on him. It aged him well. His hair was fluffy and a little unruly. I thought if I patted my hand to it, it would just bounce right back. His lips looked especially pink. There was a dimple in his left cheek appearing and I wanted to poke it. Or kiss it. I wanted to do lots of things in that moment, actually. And I did none of them.
He never took his eyes off me, either. I felt like I was stuck inside a prison, and my own personal cell was just his gaze. It was a crime to look at someone the way he was looking at me. It was unfair.
Harry blinked, gaze dropping less than an inch. His lips upturned. “You’ve got, um, a bit of grease on your nose.”
My cheeks started burning. “Oh,” I wiped my nose with the side of my hand, looking at the floor. How embarrassing.
When I met his gaze again he giggled and shook his head. “No, um,”
“What?” I asked, trying to see my reflection in the window of his car.
“It’s…”
“I’ve made it worse, haven’t I?”
“L’il bit, yeah.”
“Shit,” I sighed, about to wipe it again.
“Here,”
In the next breath he rested the pads of his fingertips under my jaw and wiped his thumb over the width of my nose. I was paralysed for that pocket of time, my skin tingling where he touched me but completely unable to do anything about it. I was dizzy when he met my gaze again, and I didn’t miss the way he wet his lips with his tongue.
Suddenly, Bongo barked.
Harry pulled his hand away, and I jumped at the sound.
I turned around to see the puppy standing at the back of the room staring between the two of us. My heart was hammering in my chest.
“What are you barking for, you daft dog?” I said as I marched up to him. “Come on, in the office.”
Bongo followed me into the small fishbowl office and padded onto his bed. I crouched down and stroked him over a few times, and pecked his snout.
“You are a good boy, aren’t you?” I whispered. “We’ll go walkies in a minute, yeah?”
He gave me a little ruff as if to say he understood.
Before I shut him in the office again I found Harry’s keys and the paperwork for the car.
“You know, I didn’t sleep very well last night.” He said once I was standing before him again.
I left the paperwork on the bonnet of the car with the key on top, waiting for him to carry on.
“Was thinkin’ about what you said - about hating being alone.”
I blinked, confused. “What about it?”
He gave a weird shake of his head. “I didn’t like it.”
“Well, it’s kind of my own fault, so-,”
“No, that’s not what I mean. I know you said you stayed home because of work and whatever, but I still felt… I didn’t want you to be alone. ‘S kinda why I came to find you today, ‘cause I didn’t want you to feel that way.”
“I was just whining. I’m a big girl, Harry. It’s only a few more days - I’ll survive.”
His face did this weird thing where he seemed frustrated but he didn’t want to show it. “Why do you do that?”
I was confused. “Do what?”
“That thing. You did it the first day you walked into the practice - look for an excuse to… I don’t know. ‘S like you’re scared of me.”
I was scared of him. I felt like a peasant talking to a king, or plankton in the presence of a shark. I was insignificant in comparison. I didn’t know what to say to him, either. I thought admitting to him that he terrified me would make it worse.
I don’t know how long I was silent for but in the end he gave up.
“Alright, just… tell me if you want me to fuck off and I’ll leave you alone.”
I frowned. “No.”
Harry gawked at me, and then laughed. “No, what?”
“No, I’m not going to say that to you.”
His eyes widened. “You are the most confusing woman I’ve ever met.”
“I can assure you, I am actually just the most confused woman on the planet at all times.”
He stared at me, face utterly bewildered. “What must it be like inside your brain?”
“There’s not much there.” I shrugged.
He took a step closer as he spoke. “I’d love to know.”
“No, you wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I really would.” He insisted, smiling again. He moved another step closer.
“It’s really very empty up there.”
“I don’t believe you.”
At this point there was barely an inch of space between the two of us, and I felt very hot.
He took my hand in both of his and brought it up to his chest, placing it, palm flat, over his heart. “Feel that?”
I could feel it. I felt it the same way I could feel my own heartbeat, and they were perfectly in sync - completely erratic and thunderous. I nodded.
“Hasn’t done that for a very long time.”
“Who knew the thought of an empty brain could do such a thing to a man.”
He made another face, this time quite clearly desperate not to laugh. ���I don’t know where the fuck you came from, but I’m so glad you came to me.”
“How so?”
He looked up and took a deep breath, “I don’t know how I can make it any more explicitly clear that I want you.”
“Oh…” I mumbled, unable to look away from him. “Okay.”
Harry cocked his head, smirking. “Okay? Okay? Is it okay?”
“Yeah,” I giggled.
He lowered his head. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Better tell me, ‘cause there’s no turning back.”
“Stop talking and get on-,”
Harry dropped his head and pushed his lips firmly against mine.
I’d actually surrendered to him about five minutes ago, but with his kiss I was next-level surrendering, if such a thing existed. I was in the palm of his hand; swept with his tide; a single ember in his burning fire.
I was too startled to do anything but let him lead. And boy did he lead. He was everywhere - all I could feel was him. He was messy and needy and physical and I loved it.
He was greedy with his kisses - mouth open and tongue travelling the inside of my mouth like an explorer stuck in a foreign land. Except he wasn’t trying to find his way out, he was happy to get more and more lost.
His nose dug into my face, not necessarily painful because it was just fuelled by eagerness and want. He was breathing heavily and little grunts were coming out of him as if this was the first time he was experiencing a kiss. Did I care? Absolutely not. It was driving me crazy and I just wanted more.
His hands travelled, leaving my hand on his heart while he felt me up in other places, from my hips to my bum to my back to my breasts. For however long we stood there, all I thought about was him, because he made it so. Quite honestly he made it difficult to think about anything else. How could I when this man that I’d been calling sexy for however many months suddenly decided he wanted to make me feel like the only person to ever exist?
“You smell like oil and metal.” He said into my mouth.
“You don’t smell like mint.”
He laughed darkly. “That’s because I didn’t go to work today.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” he started, but sucked on my lower lip before he continued, “my stupid car broke down and the woman I fancy had to come and save me.”
“She sounds really cool.”
“She’s cool and more.”
I was delighted. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let my fingers sink into his hair. He was feeling up my front, his hands gliding up and down over my breasts. I didn’t wear a bra to work and the friction against my nipples was doing wonders for me. I was the one making noise now.
He found the zip on my boiler suit and started pulling it down. My mind was running riot with possible outcomes and I was struggling to concentrate. He did what he was doing before - rubbed his palms over my nipples while his kisses grew more and more salacious.
“Can we take this off?” He asked, voice just a deep rumble as he pulled at the fabric of my coveralls.
Without answering and without any hesitation, I took my hands from around his shoulders and shimmied my way out of the garment, never letting my mouth detach from his. I kicked the boiler suit off my ankles and away, because knowing my luck I would probably trip over it.
Harry pushed the paperwork and the key to the other side of the bonnet, before he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up to sit me on top of the car.
I sunk my fingers back into his hair, but now his kisses travelled. He left a peck to my lips, before he dragged his wet kisses down my throat and chest. Without taking my t-shirt off, he held me at the sides and licked my nipple over the cotton. While he did, I massaged my fingers into his scalp. Neither of us could stop moaning.
He smoothed his hand up and down my thigh for a minute or so, but eventually he stretched his thumb out and started teasing me there between my legs.
“Fóllame,” I heaved.
Harry peered up at me, pupils completely blown out. “What does that one mean?”
I dragged out a slow, somewhat embarrassed laugh and pushed my hand through his hair. “The literal translation is ‘fuck me’.”
He pressed his mouth back to mine, now rubbing me between the legs with two fingers. “Am I to take your literal translation literally?”
“If you want to.”
He growled, forcing his tongue into my mouth again while he worked me up at the core. Not that he needed to - I’d been worked up down there from the moment he shut me up with his kisses. We snogged while he pulled my leggings and my knickers down to my knees, and then he pulled away to wet his fingers with his mouth.
He used his fingers to spread his spit around my clit, and started tactically rubbing away at me, like a burrowing rabbit. I kept my mouth on his to keep my noise levels to a minimum, but it was pointless. He made me feel like I was transcending.
He was practically purring at me as my legs started to quiver. “Are you always this wet?”
I groaned into his mouth. “No.”
I could feel the upturn of his lips, and a second later he was pushing his long middle finger into my heat.
“Haces la agonía mejor que el cielo.” You make agony better than heaven.
“I don’t know what you’re saying but please say more.”
My laughter was breathy and fell straight into his mouth. “Te hablaría así todo el día si te agradara.” I would talk to you like this all day if it pleased you.
I was vocal during sex anyway usually, but not in Spanish. I think I had a lot that I wanted to say to Harry but was too scared to say it. I could say it in Spanish and feel relief but not really give too much away.
He was still smiling as his kisses became more and more desperate. He did wonders for my body and my ego with a finger alone, and I loved just how attached he was to me.
Harry was persistent with his pleasure, slipping his index finger inside of me as well, and now with a more vigorous pace. His thumb played with my clit simultaneously, and I concentrated on both of these things alone while I kissed him like my life depended on it. My body was tingling with anticipation, my centre so hot it might fry an egg.
I found his free hand and guided it under my t-shirt to my boobs. He wasn’t stupid - he wrapped his hand around my right breast and and started playing with my nipple.
“Dios mío, pinchas,” I grunted, holding myself closer to him.
I shuddered, my body seizing up as my orgasm took me captive like a sailor on a pirate ship. I was awash with heat and pleasure, basking in it as if on a beach in a hot country. I hadn’t felt like this for a very long time, and it was bliss.
Harry had also calmed, his free hand stroking up and down my side while he left delicate and soft pecks to my lips. “You’re a marvel.” He said once I’d calmed.
I watched him as he took his hand away from my centre, which I didn’t fail to jolt from the feeling, and cleaned his fingers. “I don’t like superhero movies.”
He laughed, loudly and hysterically. “Alright, Florence. Floss. Noted for future reference.”
“You can stop correcting yourself.” I said, helpless in wiping my thumb over his puffy lips. “Quite like it when you call me Florence.”
His genuine smile came in an instant without a thought. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He wrapped his hand around my wrist and pressed a kiss to the palm of my hand. He then helped me get off the bonnet of his car. “Guess you want me to pay you now?” He asked as he reached over the front to pull the form back.
I cleared my throat and put my clothes back on properly. “Feels a bit weird asking you to pay me after we just did that.”
“I’ll write it clearly on there for you. ‘For the manual labour, not the other thing’.” He joked.
“Please don’t.” I cringed. “I’m not the only one that looks at these forms and it invites too many questions to HMRC.”
“I would pay to see you try and explain that to HMRC.”
I gave him a dead look. “Just fill the bloody form out, doctor.”
He smirked at me, and I left him to it while I started closing everything up. I collected my coveralls from off the floor and put them back on their hook. When Harry had finished filling his form out I went to put it back in the office and collect the puppy.
“Oh, shit.”
“What?” Harry asked, appearing behind me. “Oh…”
Bongo was lying on his belly with his head on his paws facing the door, surrounded by mounds of fluff from his ripped up bed.
“I think this is maybe bed number five?”
“Oh dear…”
I sighed, left the form on the desk and picked up the puppy’s lead. “Come here, you idiot.”
Bongo stood with a little grunt and waited for me to clip his lead to his collar.
I locked the office door and looked at Harry. “I’ll clean it in the morning.”
He lifted his head with a smirk. “Alright. I bet he needs a walk, doesn’t he?”
“He needed a walk three hours ago.”
Harry pressed his lips together. “Whoops.”
I looked at him for a moment, noting how perfectly at ease he was. “Do you want to come with me?”
“You didn’t even have to ask.”
fourteen
“Can I ask you something?”
After I’d locked the garage up, Harry had followed me in his car to my house, and we’d left straight from there to take Bongo for his walk without even going inside.
The grass in the field was still wet from the previous night’s rain, and Harry definitely wasn’t wearing the right shoes for it, but he never complained. The air was noticeably cooler still, not cold enough for a coat but I was glad I bought a thin jacket. Again, Harry did not have something of the sort with him.
I gave him a curious look, “Sure.”
“Well,” He smiled at the floor, “I actually have about a hundred things I want to ask you, but this one is the most recent thing that’s been bugging me.”
Now I was scared. “Okay…”
“Why did you lie about coming to Lodge Park the other week?”
My stomach twisted into a giant knot, and I screwed my face up as if it might hide my red complexion. “Oh, God…”
He giggled through a closed mouth and it made me feel less shitty about what I’d done. “I’m not mad. Well, not anymore. I was mad for a while.”
“I thought you were, but I was hoping I’d got away with it and you were upset about something else.”
“No, I was mad about that. And you had got away with it for about three hours, and then I saw your mum and dad there even though you said they were taking you and Ruby to Stow.”
I snorted and smacked my hand against my face. “Fucking… sociable parents.”
“So why did you lie?”
I bit my lip, refusing to look at him. “Er…” My voice had gone unusually high and squeaky.
“Florence, you can tell me the truth - I’m a big boy.”
I glanced at him again and he was looking at me, but I quickly averted my gaze back to the grass below us. “Alright, I’ll be honest. Spending, like, a whole day with you and Oscar kind of terrified me a little bit.”
“Why?” He was laughing.
“I don’t know! Because you’re a dentist? Because you’re so… charming and good-looking and nice, and I’m an idiot. Like, I’m so thick people try to take advantage of it. And I embarrass myself in front of you all the time anyway and if I spent a whole fucking day with you just imagine how many times I’d make a fool of myself. I’d really like to not do that just once. And I’ve got people in my ear all the fucking time telling me I need to make a move otherwise you’ll be snatched up by some other… person, and going out with you for the day would just, you know, make it worse.”
When I looked back at Harry he was wide-eyed, but his lips were twitching in that annoying way and he was obviously trying not to flare his nostrils.
“So… I lied.” I concluded.
“Right,” His chest heaved quickly with a laugh. “So it wasn’t because you hate me?”
“No. It’s practically impossible to hate you. It’s really annoying, actually.”
He kicked something with his foot as he smiled down at me. He crouched down and collected the branch he’d knocked, turning it over in his grip. “Can I throw this?”
“Yeah, sure.”
I unclipped the lead from Bongo’s collar, and he made a break for it as soon as the stick was launched across the wide field.
“Good throw.” I commented.
“Thank you.” He was smug, it was obvious. “Can I ask you something else?”
I took a deep breath. “Alright…”
He giggled again, but he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and shook me. His grip at the top of my arm felt really hot, and it was strong. “Why are you so scared of dentists?”
“No.” I shook my head.
“What?”
“We’re not talking about that.”
“Why not?”
“Because.” I stood still and turned to face him. “That conversation is off limits.”
“Floss, come on.” He chuckled.
“No, I’m being serious. No one knows that story apart from my parents, because they were there. If I had it my way they wouldn’t know, either.”
Bongo brought the stick back, so Harry threw it again.
“Please?”
“No. I have embarrassed myself once for you today, we’re not doing it again.”
He frowned. “I’ll just keep pestering you about it until you cave.”
“I’ll never cave.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’ll crack you like an egg.”
My face screwed up again, but in a different way. “That’s a really weird thing to say.” I whispered.
Harry snorted. “You’re right, that was a bit weird. But I stand by it. One day I will find out what makes you so terrified of dentists.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” I said, and turned away to carry on walking.
It was so quiet in the middle of the field like that. In the distance I could hear cars on the road, and the rustle of the trees when the wind blew. In another field nearby the scent of freshly cut grass lifted into the air and wafted towards us, and the air was so clean I could almost taste it. For a moment I felt weightless.
“You’re not thick, you know.”
Harry’s comment made me wince and I don’t know why. “Other people would disagree.”
“Other people don’t matter.” He insisted. “Who are they to say what you are? I think you’re really clever.”
I barked a laugh. “Okay, Harry.”
“I mean it! You’re multi-lingual, for fuck’s sake! And you know way more about cars than most people.”
“My mother is Colombian and I’m a mechanic.” I said in a flat tone.
“You’re missing the point.”
That’s because I’m thick. “Harry, you don’t need to do this. I’ve accepted what I am and, to be honest, I’m okay with it.”
“And that’s fine. But you don’t need to let other people define you. Only you’re allowed to do that. Just because other people say you’re something, doesn’t mean that you are.”
I paused again, allowing his words to sink in. He was right to an extent. Perhaps I had based my acceptance of myself around what other people had told me I was when I shouldn’t have. But it didn’t matter to me. One of my greatest strengths was not caring what others thought of me. Well, apart from dentists. Apparently I was always worried about what dentists thought of me.
Bongo brought the branch back again, looking a bit worse for wear in comparison to when we’d found it. I threw it this time, and it barely made it 10 yards. I laughed at my attempt and dropped my head.
“Now I know why I was never accepted for the rounders team at school.”
Harry giggled. “I can’t really imagine you on any kind of sports team, to be honest.”
“I hated P.E so much.” I admitted.
“I think that’s fair enough.”
Bongo returned with the stick, and I let Harry throw it again - more for the dog’s sake than his.
As I stood there watching my daughter’s yampy dog jump around amongst the tall grass, Harry slipped his hand into mine and held onto it. I looked up to him blankly, head empty and words lost.
“I do really like you, Florence.” He said in earnest. “I’m sure you find that hard to believe,” I laughed and so did he, “but it’s the truth.”
“You must be as crazy as me.”
He shrugged, smiling into his shoulder, and it was so childlike that I had a similar feeling wash over me to the one I’d had that day in the school car park when we’d talked about being single parents. It grounded him again. He was just a person like I was.
“Maybe I am. Imagine the chaos we’d cause.”
I cringed. “I don’t want to.”
“Yeah, you do.” He smirked.
I continued watching him, expression fond, as he placed himself directly in front of me and cupped my face, his thumb stroking my cheek while his eyes looked over every feature of my face.
I felt giddy inside all over again. It was inhumane to be this close to someone so beautiful; to be able to see every follicle of skin and every shape of their face. The field and the village and the world around us had slowly dropped away from existence until it was just me and him, and my puppy with a stick. All I could see was Harry. All I wanted to feel right then was Harry.
“Can I kiss you?”
His question was pertinent. Why would anyone ever say no?
“Please.”
Joy spread across his face in the most obvious way, and then he dropped his head to meet my lips. It was tender compared to the last one. He was cautious but not overly so - he wanted to take his time, and to be honest I wanted the same thing.
I almost fell into him. As his lips brushed and sponged their way over mine he stroked my cheek, and he released the hand holding mine to wrap around my back. I reached my hands up and my arms draped across his shoulders. I stroked the back of his neck and pushed my fingertips through his soft hair.
I could feel Harry’s hands spread across my back, warm and large. I wanted to feel them on my bare skin. I wanted him to stroke down my spine from my neck to my hips and back again, repeating it over and over. But he didn’t - not in the middle of this wide open field. He gently squeezed the parts of me that he had a grip on, just to silently tell me he was there.
I was very much obsessed with it all. It made me feel incredibly good - not just about myself but about everything. His touch made me tingle, in all places, not exclusively to those that your mind is immediately taking you to.
I was tantalised.
Harry’s hand moved slightly lower, feeling for the bottom of my t-shirt. My breathing got heavier as he slid his hand up the back of my t-shirt, palm gliding over my skin. I reached up onto my tiptoes, holding him closer to me. There was barely a part of me that wasn’t touching him and I wanted more.
I opened my mouth, hoping he’d do the same. He did after a second, and I allowed my tongue to search for his.
He suddenly pulled away, a wry smile on his face.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“I asked if I could kiss you.”
“Yeah, that’s what we were doing.”
“That’s what I was doing.” He retorted. “You were going for something else.”
Bloody hell.
My face was on fire.
It was true - I’d have probably let him lie me down in the middle of the field and shag me every which way until the sun went down. I didn’t think that he might not have been entirely open to that, which I should have.
“We can do that.” He carried on, taking both of my hands in his. “Just not in this wet field.”
My laughter was broken and whiny. “Jesus Christ, I’m sorry.”
“Aye, no.” He pulled me closer to him again. “I’m flattered. I’d love to do that with you one day, when it’s dry.”
“Yeah, that’s fair.”
Harry giggled and pecked my lips. “Take me back to your house and I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
“Fucking hell,” I don’t know why, but that turned me on a lot more than it should’ve. I felt… well, wet. I dropped my forehead against his front and pulled at his t-shirt.
“What?”
“You can’t say shit like that to me.”
“Why?”
“Y la gente me llama estúpida.” And people call me stupid, I muttered.
There was a moment of silence while I digressed, and Harry’s hand smoothed up and down my side.
“Right,” he said eventually, “let’s get the dog and get you home.”
At the house, I let Bongo off his lead and he ran straight into the living room. I yanked my boots off and left them on the rack, and then I turned to find Harry.
He’d closed the front door, and he had one hand planted firmly against the wall while he pulled his Vans off with the other. Once he was done, his hand fell away and he stood watching me with a calm expression.
I suddenly didn’t know what to say.
Harry tipped his head slightly. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly, shaking my head.
I took a step closer to him, now well into his personal space. He kept his gaze right on me while I let my eyes wander over him. I smoothed my hands up his front, over his pectorals and back down again. I gripped the bottom of his t-shirt at the front and gently tugged on it as I took a step backwards. His lips upturned, following me into the living room without hesitation.
He cupped my cheek again and immediately leaned down to kiss me, this time without asking. I didn’t need him to ask. I met his lips with avidity, hoping to carry on where he’d stopped. Just like he wanted me, I wanted him in return in the rawest and most carnal sense possible. From the moment our lips locked his tongue was in my mouth, and I was greedily in his.
“Fóllame de todas las formas posibles.” Fuck me in every way possible.
Harry groaned, dropping both hands to my hips to pull me against him. “Tell me,”
I smiled against him, but admittedly I was shy to give him the translation. “I don’t want to.”
“Florence,” He whined, and sucked fervently on my lower lip, “please.”
I was pooling in my knickers. I clung to him with everything I had - my hands gripping fists of his hair, my front pressed to his. “No.”
He grunted, the noise frustrated. His hands smoothed up and down my sides under my t-shirt, his palms soft but his touch eager. “You’re so mean.”
His frankly childish response amused me and I ended up giggling into his mouth. We were moving around the room as we kissed, but I wasn’t really paying attention to where we were going - I was letting him lead. Eventually I found myself against a wall with Harry pressing almost his entire weight onto me. It wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest, in fact I wanted to feel more.
His hands found my boobs under my t-shirt, massaging into them while his crotch began to grind against mine.
I gasped at the sensation, but a little whine escaped as well. I was so turned on it was almost embarrassing. He did it again, no doubt on purpose, and my response was exactly the same.
“Dios mío,” I panted. “If you keep doing that this will all be over before it’s even started.” I warned him.
He gave a dark laugh, and then he bit my lip. I grunted and pulled his hair a little, and he began sucking on my lip instead.
I kept one hand in his hair while our tangled kisses resumed, but dragged my other one out and let it wander his body, from his shoulder and smoothing down his chest to his crotch. My back against the wall felt pressured as he leaned more onto me, a shunted grunt leaving him when I began feeling around for his partially hard cock.
His kisses became greedier; messier; hungrier as I stroked over his stressed tent. He was open-mouthed and breathing heavily, his hands gripping my sides just under my breasts. If he pushed me any further the wall would collapse.
“Te deseo,” I whispered, rubbing my nose against his.
“¿Qué?” He asked loudly, and squeezed my sides.
My laughter was delighted and it confused me. His question had the quality of an old Latino pensioner and I knew he’d done it to mock me in a weird way, but I enjoyed it.
“Dije que te quiero.” I matched his volume, and I was still stroking over his clothed length.
“Tell me what it means.” He begged, resting his forehead against mine.
I giggled at his despairing, and placed both of my hands at the top of his chest. “I said I want you.”
He lolled his head back and groaned, “That’s so sexy. Say it again.”
I rolled my eyes, but my mouth was smiling. “I want you.”
“No, in Spanish,” he laughed.
“Oh,” I felt my cheeks warm, “te deseo.”
He tilted his head mockingly as if he were listening, “Again?”
I lightly pulled the neck of his t-shirt, “Te,” and I pulled it again, “deseo.”
He looked at me with an oddly precious smile. His mouth was tightly closed but his eyes were light and glittery. “Te… deseo…” he repeated slowly.
“Bello,” I praised him, but gave him a patronising pat to the cheek.
He held my hand there as he pressed his lips back to mine, trying to regain the momentum we had before our impromptu Spanish lesson.
We found our way around one another’s bodies with sensual and eager touches, our kisses sloppy and hot. I could feel Harry’s breath fan across my skin at irregular moments but it was titillated and nefarious.
I took him out of his shirt and in turn he took me out of mine. He then pulled me away from the wall and lifted me up by the arse with a frankly impressive strength. The motion was smooth yet it almost knocked the wind out of me. Still I clung to him as tightly as possible and refused to take my tongue out of his mouth.
“Have you got a condom?” He asked breathily.
I hummed into his mouth as I pushed my fingers through his hair. “Upstairs in my bedside table.”
“Good, ‘cause I came unprepared.” He laughed.
“Llevame a la cama, Harry,” I said quietly as I stole small kisses from his lips.
“I don’t know what you just said, but I heard my name so we’ll go with it.” He laughed, moving with ease towards the staircase.
“I said take me to bed.”
He gave a pained sigh, and he held me tighter. “I’m trying.”
I laughed loudly and kissed the tip of his nose. “Maybe if you put me down-,”
“-No. I will carry you to bed.” He said determinately.
“Alright, fine.”
Harry navigated the stairs with an insufferable ease, but as much as I wanted to smother his face with my mouth because of it I decided to patiently wait until we were at the top. He looked around himself at the selection of rooms, and I realised he’d probably never been up here.
“Furthest away on the left,” I mumbled, looking over my shoulder.
Harry smirked, and wandered towards the partially-closed door. “In here?” He pointed at it, and then rested his large palm against the painted wood.
“Yep.”
He pushed the door open until it hit the wall, and then he walked me to the bed and set me down.
I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or not over the fact that I hadn’t made my bed up this morning before I left.
His mouth immediately reattached as he climbed over me, knees down and hands planted by either side of me by my head as I lay backwards.
I started unbuttoning his jeans as we returned to yet more heavy snogging, and pushed them down his legs until he could just kick them off. He sat back to help me out of my leggings, and it was then I noticed them.
He caught me staring, apparently. “What?”
I met his gaze and blinked. “What?”
“Why are you staring?” He laughed, lifting his head a fraction.
“I don’t know, I’m just… I guess I’m surprised by your choice of underwear.”
He looked down at himself, face fattening as he did, and then barked a laugh. “Not a fan of the white y-fronts?”
“I don’t mind them. I just thought you’d be more of a tight boxers kinda bloke.”
He snorted. “No. Too snug around the sensitive goods.”
I cringed a little but I was laughing. “Okay.”
He grinned, and then went looking for the aforementioned condoms. He pointed at the closest bedside table and leaned towards it, “They in here?”
“Not that one.” I said panicked, reaching forward to stop him.
He looked at me with a smile charged with humour. “What’s in there, then? That your… you know, special drawer?”
“It might be.” I said in a childish retort. It was.
I leaned across the bed to the other table and pulled the drawer open, digging around for the box which appeared to be buried somewhere. It had obviously been a while since I last needed one.
“Bloody hell,” Harry muttered.
When I turned back to him again he was staring inside the drawer I’d told him not to look in, and his eyes were wide with terror almost.
I kissed my teeth and smacked his hand away, closing it again. “No seas entrometido.” Don’t be nosey.
“That thing is huge.”
“I know, I don’t use it.” I said curtly, and ripped the foil packet open.
“That’s a relief, ‘cause you’d be disappointed.”
I giggled, meeting his gaze as I tossed the wrapper aside. “Zara and Geri bought it for me ages ago as a weird joke because they think I don’t have sex anymore.”
“Right,” Harry chuckled. “Have you tried using it?”
I gave him a flat look. “I’m a single mother of one and haven’t had a boyfriend for 8 years. Of course I’ve tried it.”
“Not a fan then.” He drew his own conclusion.
“No. It’s too big.”
I placed my hand at the back of his frankly deliciously hairy thigh and urged him closer to me. He leant down and pressed a fairly innocent kiss to my lips, taking his pants off at the same time.
I reached out and delicately took his dick into my hand, now slightly limp thanks to the conversation we’d just had about the jumbo-sized dildo stashed in my bedside table. I caressed it over and over until it roused, eating Harry’s moans as they fell into my mouth. I hadn’t given it any kind of proper look, but it felt big in my hand.
I rolled the rubber down his length in one smooth movement until it could go any further.
“You’ve done that before.”
I hummed. “Problem?”
“Absolutely not. Quite like it.”
I grinned against his lips and pulled him down so that his body weight was once again pressed onto me. I liked feeling him that way - knowing that he was there and that he wanted me the same way I wanted him.
His hands travelled my bare skin as we deepened and messied our kisses again, smoothing over my breasts and my stomach down to my middle. As he fumbled with the waistband on my knickers my breathing grew heavier. I was ready for him and we were moments away from that feeling - that ecstasy that only came from one very specific thing.
I pushed my fingers through his hair while he found a comfortable position, still with his mouth on mine.
“Are you comfortable?” He asked, pushing his nose into mine as he dragged his lips along my cheek.
“Mhmm,” I nodded.
“Alright,” I could feel his smile against my cheek, and I wanted it stamped there for the rest of eternity.
I stroked through his curls and scratched his back, and I had to hold my breath as he lined himself up at my hot entrance. He teased me for a second, moving the tip up and down over my clit like it was a fucking paintbrush.
I turned my head slightly so that my mouth was closer to his ear, and whispered the same thing I’d said earlier on, “Fóllame de todas las formas posibles.”
He whined, “What does it mean?”
I giggled at the frustrated delivery of his question, massaging my fingertips into his scalp, “Fuck me in every way possible.”
There was a pause, a single breath, and then I felt him like a boat mooring. He was back out sooner than he was in, only to return and do the same again, and again and again until he completely filled me.
Harry’s outward groan was long and slow and filled with a tantric relief. “Bloody hell,” he heaved, “you’re so warm.”
My responding moan was slightly dislocated and irrelevant. I slid my hand up and down his back as he began to move his hips, feeling his muscles and his spine ripple beneath my fingertips. His skin was so soft and smooth it made me want to dissolve into it.
He began to move in and out of me with ease given I was so wet, but each thrust felt better and better. Not only was his pace picking up but so was his strength.
His hands juxtaposed one another. His right remained planted into position - holding strong and keeping him steady; his left hand travelled my body in any and all reachable places. My mind was obsessed with it - I wanted to follow his hand and the places it visited on my body until the end of time. He touched me with this intense tenderness that only enunciated the measured and forceful movements of his hips.
His mouth met mine - open and hungry. He didn’t hold back. His tongue was looking for mine and I wasn’t one to keep it from him. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. I was quickly becoming besotted with the man.
“Talk to me,” he mumbled, dropping onto his forearms but so that the backs of his fingers could stroke my cheek.
“About what?” I breathed.
He began to kiss me in other places, like my cheeks and my chin and my jaw.
“Anything. Tell me things that make you happy.”
My legs spread wider and he reached down to grip the back of my thigh. He squeezed it tightly, released it, and then squeezed it again. I clenched around his length and he grunted, then fucked into me harder.
“This makes me happy.” I admitted. “Even though you make me nervous I still like being around you.”
Harry buried his face into the crook of my jaw and sucked a kiss into my neck. His one hand was still kneading into the back of my thigh and the other now had a hold of my face, his thumb still stroking my cheek.
I rested my cheek against his head, my fingers making a tangled mess of his hair. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
He laughed and pulled his face out of my neck again to look at me. “Before today I’d get so giddy being anywhere near you. Had like a proper school boy crush.”
“Stop it.” I scoffed.
“It’s true!”
I shook my head and looked away, but I was still playing with his hair. He began sponging kisses over my skin, first on my lips and then my chin, my throat and my collarbones and then my chest. They were wet and warm, but I shivered the moment a breath left him and fanned over me.
I couldn’t help but watch him while he fondled my boobs with his mouth, the two of them glistening with his spit. He looked up at me as he began thrusting into me harder again, and I started to trace the sharp lines of his face with my fingertips. I smoothed my index and middle finger over his lips, and I became hypnotised when he took them into his mouth.
I sat up then, greedy for him in that instant, and claimed his mouth with a heavy kiss.
We rolled over at my behest, so he was on his back and I was on top of him. I ate his mouth like it was my forgotten dinner. I rolled my hips over him like I’d never experienced this kind of ecstasy before. I was addicted to all of it and I wanted more and more.
I was moving at a fast pace, his long and girthy length inside of me very well received. He felt sensational and for now it was all for me.
Harry had fully locked his arms around my back, forcing my body against his. My hands were now lost somewhere in all of my bedsheets just desperate for something to hold onto. I was hot. I was sweaty. I was exerting way more energy than I had done in a very long time, and it made my skin tacky to the touch.
“You’re incredible.” Harry managed to say amongst my plaguing of his mouth.
“No, I’m just very, very turned on.”
“I can tell.” He chuckled.
His arms loosened, and he reached both hands down to squeeze into my arse. He smoothed his palm over both cheeks and smacked one with a light touch.
I groaned with desperation. “Haz eso de nuevo.”
“What?”
“Do that again. Please.”
I pressed my nose into his cheek and bit down on my lip as he slapped my bum again, squeaking around it.
Harry searched for my mouth with his own, and I gave it to him without hesitation. I held his face as we kissed, and he continued to smack and squeeze my arse for the next however long.
I was drowning in him and I wanted him to drown in me.
“Harry,”
“Florence,”
I smiled into his lips, delighted to hear my name on his tongue, “Can I sit on your face?”
“Fuck yes.” He said, and gave my bum another squeeze. “Ask me in Spanish?”
I laughed. “Er. ¿Puedo sentarme en tu cara?”
“Sí.”
I snogged him for a little longer while maintaining my rhythm, and then I slowly lifted my bum up and took Harry’s cock out of me. He held onto me with a cautious smile as I shuffled my way up his body, and then he kept a careful grip on my thighs as I lowered myself towards his face.
“Is that alright?” I asked, placing my hands on the bed for support.
“Yeah.” He laughed once. “You’re really fucking wet, Floss.”
“Yeah, okay, I get it.” I huffed.
He placed his hands on my arse again and pulled me down lower until I could feel his face between my thighs. And from there, he began to eat me out like he’d never had a meal before.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed, covering my mouth for fear of embarrassing myself.
Harry’s tongue was everywhere. I don’t know how, but it was. His erratic licks of my clit made me want to squeal at the top of my voice, and then the way he forced his tongue into my heat felt like the biggest sin on the planet but in the best way imaginable. It was insatiable - I felt like I was transcending.
I moaned and squeaked and grunted and huffed while he worked his way around my middle anatomy like he was the one that designed it. I was on another planet. Or in heaven. I couldn’t decide which one, but it was perfect and I was on a ridiculous high.
“Shake your arse a bit,” he said in a deep voice, and his warm breath against my clit made me even more wet. It vibrated through me like a subway train next to a poorly constructed building.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, but I did as he said.
I knew what he meant when he said shake your arse. He meant drop my cunt on his face, so that’s what I did. Over and over again I basically twerked over him while he caressed my bum and ate me out. It sounded comical put that way but I was thriving, and also somehow writhing.
Harry made it his mission to finish me off in this position. He ate and ate until I was trembling over him. I pulled his hair, at least what of it I could reach. I thought I was suffocating him at one point, but when I tried to pull away he didn’t let me move, he kept a vice-like grip on my arse and tried to shove his face further in.
I had to say I could admire a man who was committed to the cause.
I’d been massaging his length to keep it hard in the meantime so we wouldn’t have to lose any momentum when I reached my tether. He was softly grunting away, and every so often I heard that disgusting lapping noise that was an odd turn-on.
His nose was rubbing against my clit while his mouth did the real work, and eventually, I finally snapped. I yelled and grunted out over my orgasm, which washed through me like tides gushing through a cave.
He watched me as I came, his head tilted back at a funny angle, and his face covered in, well, me. He stroked the backs of my legs and gave the insides of my thighs gentle kisses while I waited for my orgasm to subside, but it took a while.
“I enjoyed that.” He commented wryly.
“So did I.” I joked, and moved away so he could sit up. “You’re not done.”
He shook his head as he looked at me over his shoulder. “No.”
I sat on my knees and rested my elbows against the bed, pecking his shoulder. “What do you want to do?”
He grinned. He rolled onto his front and smacked his messy mouth to mine. “Can I do you from behind?”
I smirked, and wiped my hand across his mouth. “Yes.”
He sighed happily and raised onto his knees, pulling at his length to keep it up. “Alright, move up the bed a bit, then.”
I did as he told me to and crawled up the bed slightly, resting my arms on my pillows. He stroked his hands over my arse and up my back, then down my sides to my hips.
Harry guided his length back into my heat and immediately started thrusting. I was still sensitive and couldn’t help the little squeak I gave, but it still felt good. Really good.
I swapped between hanging my head low and looking at him over my shoulder, but every time I did he was looking down at where his knob was moving in and out of me. He was obviously trying to finish, but I didn’t mind so much.
He smacked my bum again a couple of times and I moaned with each of them which always seemed to spur him on a little bit.
After a while he fell forward, wrapping his arms around my middle. He pulled me up so we were both on our knees, and he was kneading my breasts and leaving sloppy kisses along my shoulder.
I took one of his hands and wrapped my mouth around his fingers, licking around them and sucking on them. He took them out of my mouth and moved his hand down to my centre to play with my clit.
I lifted my hand back to his hair as gentle illicit moans left my lips. I brought his mouth to mine, pairing my kisses with massaging his head.
“Estoy enamorada de ti.” I am besotted with you, I whispered to him.
“Tell me,” He pleaded.
I smiled and kissed him again, deeper this time. “No. It’s a secret.”
He whined but continued with our deep kiss, his thrusting becoming harder and his other hand moving up to rest at my throat. “Do you mind this?”
“Nope.”
He got greedy again, his kisses wide and wanton as he applied a slight pressure to my throat. I moaned, and so did he, and it became very hot very quickly. The energy around us changed; it became charged and electric.
“You’re close.” I deduced.
“So close.” He admitted. “I want to finish in your mouth.”
I salivated at the thought of it. All I could do was nod.
Harry released all grip on me and I very quickly turned around. I sank as low as I possibly could and took his length in my hand, then I took it in my mouth. I held onto him at the tops of his thighs while he stroked over my hair and gripped my messy bun into his fist.
I sucked him off for the shortest moment just to hear the little noises that he made - soft grunts and whines. Then I took as much of him in my mouth as I possibly could until it made me gag.
He jolted and his face contorted, and his grip on my hair became painful. My eyes were watering and I gagged again, so I pulled back a little and he finally came.
Spurts of warmth filled my mouth, and while he worked his way through his orgasm, I smoothed my hands up and down his sides. When he stopped coming, I took him out of my mouth and swallowed the load.
Harry stroked my cheek with the backs of his fingers, and then collapsed onto his back. He pulled me towards him, wrapping his arms around my middle, and he pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead.
My stomach growled. “Oh fuck, we haven’t eaten.”
There was a moment of silence before Harry spoke. “I don’t know what you mean, I ate loads.”
“Oh,” I smacked his arm and he laughed, “shut up.”
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Automotive Mud Flap Installation Service near Omaha NE: Adding mud flaps to your car, truck, SUV or CUV can be easy with no drill mud flaps. But what does no drill really mean? It means installation without having to drill new holes into your vehicle. There are a few mud flap brands now offering mud flaps with easy installation. This means you don't have to drill into the steel of your vehicle to attach your new auto accessory.
Do you need mud flaps on your car?
Any experienced driver will tell you driving in the rain without mud flaps may be dangerous, especially on long journeys. But why put mud flaps on a city car?
First of all, without the mud flaps all dirt and stones will fly directly into the car behind you. This can cause serious problems in the road. For example, the driver with a dirty windshield may not notice your stop lights and brake too late. But this is just one of the reasons why you would want to install mud flaps.
Everything that comes up from underneath your rear wheels also leaves a thick film on your car body and rear window. Sometimes it gets so bad even the wiper is of no use. The mud from the front wheels ends up on the windows, door handles and doorsteps, from where it can easily get on the driver’s and passenger’s hands and clothes. But that’s not all.
The flow of sand, water and stones can rub the paint and primer off the underside of your car body. That is why these spots corrode quickly. Of course, prevention is better than cure, so installing mud flaps is cheaper than restoring the factory paint.
Mud flaps are also useful in winter, as they help prevent snow build-up on the doorsteps and bumper. The mass of snow and road salt will stay on the mud flaps, rather than on the wheel arches.
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How to Install Mud Flaps
Mud flaps or mud guards can be used to minimize the amount of spray, or water, that a car, truck, or SUV produces while driving in wet, muddy, or rainy conditions. Slightly different than spray guard, a mud flap is a longer, wider device commonly made of rubber or composites that can be used on any type of vehicle.
Installing no-drill mud flaps on a car
Automotive Mud Flap Installation Service near Omaha NE: Installing mud flaps commonly can be done in one of two ways, either “no-drill” or requiring a drill for some necessary bolt holes.
While it is recommended to follow the instructions for your specific make and model of mud flap, general steps for installing a “no-drill” mud flaps are as follows:
Step 1: Clean the wheel area. Clean the area where the mud flaps will be installed.
Step 2: Create space between the tire and wheel well. Turn the front wheels to the left fully for the most clearance between the tire and wheel well.
Step 3: Check for placement. Test that the flaps will work for your vehicle by holding them up and comparing them to the shape and fit of the space available and check for a “RH” or “LH” mark for proper placement.
Step 4: Locate the holes. Your vehicle should have holes drilled into the wheel well for these mud flaps to work. Locate these holes and remove the screws that are currently in place.
Step 5: Put flaps into place. Move mud flaps into place and reinstall screws into the holes in the wheel well to install mud flaps, without fully tightening.
Step 6: Tighten the screws. Adjust placement and angle of mud flaps and fully tighten screws.
Step 7: Install any extras. Install any additional screws, nuts, or bolts that may have come with the mud flaps.
Installing mud flaps that need to be drilled
Automotive Mud Flap Installation Service near Omaha NE: To install mud flaps that require holes drilled into the vehicle, the following general steps will walk you through the process:
Step 1: Clean the wheel area. Clean the area where the mud flaps will be installed.
Step 2. Create space between the tire and wheel well. Turn the front wheels to the left fully for the most clearance between the tire and wheel well.
Step 3: Check for placement. Test that the flaps will work for your vehicle by holding them up and comparing them to the shape and fit of the space available and check for a “RH” or “LH” mark for proper placement.
Step 4: Mark where to drill the holes. If your vehicle does not have the necessary factory drilled into the wheel well for your mud flaps to work, use the mud flaps as a template and clearly mark where the drill holes are needed.
Step 5: Drill the holes. Drill the holes based on the template you created.
Step 6: Install the flaps. Move mud flaps into place and install screws, nuts, and bolts into the holes in the wheel well to install mud flaps, without fully tightening.
Step 7: Tighten the screws. Adjust placement and angle of mud flaps and the fully tighten screws.
Again, it is highly recommended to locate installation instructions specific to the mud flaps you are installing on your vehicle; however, if it is not possible, the information above can be of help.
If you have any questions about mounting or installing mud flaps on your vehicle, ask a mechanic for help on how to do so.
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Automotive Mud Flap Installation Service near Omaha NE: Adding mud flaps to your car, truck, SUV or CUV can be easy with no drill mud flaps. But what does no drill really mean? It means installation without having to drill new holes into your vehicle. There are a few mud flap brands now offering mud flaps with easy installation. This means you don't have to drill into the steel of your vehicle to attach your new auto accessory.
● Make sure the wheel well and installation area where you plan to attach your new mud flaps is clean and clear of dirt, grime and debris.
● Turn your front wheels all the way to the left to maximize the clearance in-between the tire in the wheel well.
● Next turn your mud flaps over to see where they are marked on the back. They should be marked L or LH for the left side and R or RH for the right hand side.
● The mounting holes used will be the ones that are currently factory drilled on your vehicle located in your wheel well. Remove the screws, but hold onto them.
● With the screw removed, move your mud flap into place. You’ll notice it fits perfectly to the contours of your vehicle.
● Reinstall the screws into the holes you removed them from, attaching the mud flaps to the wheel well. Don’t fully tighten these yet.
● Take any additional screws and washers provided with the mud flap and attach them to the mud flap and screw them into any remaining holes left open.
● When attaching these additional screws, don’t forget to insert your hex nuts on in-between the mud flap and the wheel well if they were provided with your kit.
● Before tightening your mud flap, adjust your mud flap to the angle you want it to be positioned.
● Tighten the screws.
● If your mud flap comes with additional holes and there is no available spot on your truck for a screw to enter, you will need to drill these holes out if you wish for extra stability.
Go for mud flaps that have chrome anti-sail brackets or stainless steel mud flap weight. These help keep the mud flap intact and prevent it from flying up when on the road. When the mud flaps fly off, the debris will make their way to the truck and cause damages. Most mud flaps from reputable manufacturers have both the anti-sail brackets and the mud flap weight that will ensure your off road experience is not interrupted.
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How much does a mud flap Installation cost?
Automotive Mud Flap Installation Service near Omaha NE: Mud flaps can be made of plastic, rubber, stainless steel, or aluminum. There are universal and custom fit variants available for you to choose from. A single mud flap can cost you less than $50 while a whole set costs around $100 to $250.
A single mud flap can cost you less than $50 while a whole set costs around $100 to $250. Watch for symptoms indicating that your mud flaps need replacement.
If you are buying the car and mud flaps from them, they should install the damn things for free. $250...that makes me mad! It's an easy, easy job for a tech.
Now that I've done mine once, I could do them again in 10 minutes & that's taking my time.
You just need a 7mm socket on a short driver or ratchet (suggest driver to avoid over-torqueing the screw) and some slightly strong fingers to pull the factory shield out. One screw per shield...pull the old one out (just held in with clips), snap a new one in place (make sure the tab on the front flap is inserted into the splash shield)...reinstall screw...done!
FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS
Are mud flaps easy to install?
Adding mud flaps to your car, truck, SUV or CUV can be easy with no drill mud flaps. But what does no drill really mean? It means installation without having to drill new holes into your vehicle. ... This means you don't have to drill into the steel of your vehicle to attach your new auto accessory.
Should I get mud flaps on my truck?
Whether you have a car, SUV or truck, getting mud flaps for your vehicle is a must. This automotive accessory helps prevent dirt and grime from reaching sensitive parts of the vehicle, especially the undercarriage which is prone to rust and corrosion. Mud flaps are also called mud guards or splash guards.
Can you drive without a mud flap?
First of all, without the mud flaps all dirt and stones will fly directly into the car behind you. This can cause serious problems in the road. For example, the driver with a dirty windshield may not notice your stop lights and brake too late. But this is just one of the reasons why you would want to install mud flaps.
Do mud flaps prevent rock chips?
Installing mud flaps will protect your truck or SUV from rocks, dirt, sand, mud, and other debris kicked up from rotating tires. Mud flaps also protect surrounding vehicles, especially against window chips from a kicked up rock. There is so much more to this protection that mud flaps offer.
What types are there?
Mud flaps can be sorted into two basic categories: molded, stiff types; and flexible flat ones. The molded type can provide a cleaner look, but can be fragile when cold and are easily damaged when driving over larger obstacles such as frozen snow banks or parking lot curb stones. Flat, flexible types usually provide more coverage and protection and are more popular on pickups.
What do they cost?
Prices can be all over the map, but generally for mainstream vehicles, the average range is between $60 to $90 per pair. Installation fees also vary widely, but shouldn’t be more than $40 or $50 per pair. But if you’ve any skill at all, they also make for an easy DIY project.
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