Page 106 of The Other Guy

JACK

I’d barely climbed off the bull before taking Sierra’s hand in mine and pulling her behind me through the crowded bar. After watching men ogle her all night, I’d had enough of sharing her with everyone else.

Unfortunately, my hope to get home quickly is crushed by the amount of snow that’s currently falling from the sky.

“Ugh, again?” she groans but doesn’t slow down. Luckily, she wore a pair of little boots that stop at her ankle and don’t have a high heel so she has no trouble keeping up with me.

“I heard there was another storm coming. Guess this time the meteorologists were right.”

I open the passenger door so Sierra can climb in and shuffle my way around the front.

I heave myself into the driver’s seat and slam the door shut, shaking off the snowflakes from my hair. “Holy shit, it’s getting slick, too.”

“Could be a fun drive.”

“Yeah.”

After we get onto the highway, the roads seem to be a little bit worse. There’s no path in the snow from cars or snow plows, but there’s a calmness from the quiet road. The music is turned low and Sierra is curled up in the passenger seat, our hands linked together and resting on the console.

“I like you,” I tell her, feeling every bit of those simple words and more.

Her fingers spasm a little and her head lulls to the side so she can look at me. I glance over but keep my eyes on the road.

“I like you,” she replies.

I smile and out of the corner of my eye see her smile as well.

“Would it be forward if I told you that Uncle Kyle is taking care of Toby because I was hoping you asked me to stay the night?”

“It would be absolutely in line with my thoughts.”

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”

“Good thing you won’t need them, then.”

“Good thing,” she agrees with another squeeze of my fingers.

“I’m starting to wonder if your uncle was on to something when he was telling us to drive fast and take chances,” I muse.

“Mm hmm.” She shifts in her seat.

I step on the gas as hard as I feel comfortable. My main concern is getting us back to my place safely. Once we get there, all bets are off. But we have to get there first.

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The drive back takes an extra fifteen minutes and by the time I pull into the garage, shut the door behind us, and drag Sierra into my house, we’re both ready.

During the ride, Sierra, apparently over having patience for us to get to my place, reached over, massaging my leg and allowing her hand to drift up my leg. Never touching where I wanted her most, but coming pretty damn close. Teasing and doing a good job at it.

My knuckles turned white from my tight grip around the steering wheel and the muscles in my thighs bunched and flexed as I tried to remain cool and calm. Inside, a war was raging.

Pull the Jeep over and take her.

Don’t do that, dumbass, you’ll scare her off.

She wants it just as badly as we do.

She deserves more than a roadside romp.

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