Page 63 of Pretty Wild

Climbing into the truck, I slowly back through the gate. I continually check my mirrors, just to make sure Ryan and Buddy didn’t move, but since I don’t see them, I assume they remain where I told them to.

I stop in front of a bare spot along the fence and climb back out. Ryan approaches with Buddy but stays back and out of the way. I drop the vehicle and prep the flatbed for transporting the next one, making sure the winch is wound back up and my straps back in the toolbox.

When everything is set, I wash my hands then make my way to the passenger side of the truck. Ryan is sitting there, the door open, and her bare feet casually on the dash. She wiggles her pink-painted toes, and I can’t help but get aroused all over again. And why? I don’t have a foot fetish.

I think I have a Ryan fetish.

I spot Buddy lying on the mat between the seats, clearly needing a little nap after his zoomies around the lot.

“Ryan?”

“Mmm?” she replies, wiggling those damn toes.

“Are you wet?” I murmur, lifting my right foot and resting it on the step. I keep my hands to myself, which is hard. No pun intended.

“I think so,” she purrs, a seductive little grin on her gorgeous face.

“You think?”

She lifts her shoulders. “I suppose if you require confirmation, you should probably check for yourself.” The little vixen lifts her skirt in invitation.

What’s a man to do but check?

I place my rough palm against her thigh and slide it toward her pussy. My fingers brush against smooth, wet flesh, and I waste no time. My fingers glide between the lips of her pussy as I gently spread her knees farther apart, keeping her feet planted on the dash.

“This is gonna be fast. We’re out in the open. No one can see us through the wrap on the fence, but the gate’s wide open. So be a good girl and come for me so we can get back to work.”

With that, I press two fingers into her pussy. Ryan rocks her hips, grinding against my palm as she chases her release. I thrust my fingers in and out, sliding my thumb across her clit. She whimpers as she swirls her hips. I can feel her pussy tightening, her orgasm looming.

“You close? I can feel you starting to squeeze around my fingers. I think it makes you hot knowing we could be seen by someone at any time. Do you want someone to find us, Ryan? While I’m fingering you?”

She groans, her body moving as if entirely on its own. “I don’t care who sees, as long as you don’t stop.”

Cracking a grin, applying a little more pressure to her clit. “I have no intention of stopping until you come on my fingers. Now, Ryan.”

It’s as if my words actually trigger her release. She tightens around my fingers and cries out, gripping the hell out of them and making it hard for me to move them, but I manage. I lighten my pressure on her clit but keep circling my palm over it as she rides the waves of pleasure. When the tension leaves her body, she slumps back onto the seat, a satisfied glaze in her eyes.

“Wow, that’s never happened before,” she practically sings, her eyes closed as she smiles. Buddy moves, having been woken up by her orgasm and rests his head on her arm.

“What? Gotten off in a tow truck in a parking lot?”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “No, silly. Well, yes, actually. That’s never happened either, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt my soul leave my body before.”

A wave of pride sweeps through my body. It makes me want to pound on my chest like a caveman, but of course, I don’t. The problem is all I want to do now is bury myself inside her all over again. My tongue, my cock, hell, even my fingers. I want more.

Desperately.

Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen. At least not right now. I need to get back to the accident scene and clear the other car before TD comes looking for me. I won’t jeopardize my business and those relationships I’ve built because I’m horny. Long after Ryan has returned to her life in California, I’ll still be here, doing my thing.

“As much as I’d love to bend you over the seat and have my wicked way with you, I better get back and retrieve the other car.”

She nods in understanding and adjusts her dress, covering herself. I’d rather she just leave herself exposed, but I’m not sure she’d go for that. Plus, I’d be too distracted and probably wreck. Wouldn’t TD love to hear why I couldn’t keep my eyes on the road?

I head around to the driver’s side of the truck, and before I know it, we’re on our way to the scene of the accident. I use the main roadway this time, since I don’t need to drive through the park area, and as I drive around the curve, I spot TD standing near the car. He has a look of annoyance on his face, and his arms are crossed over his chest. I can’t help but grin at the attitude I know I’m about to receive.

This vehicle doesn’t require my truck to block the roadway, so I pull into the entrance and get into position. “You can hang in here this time,” I tell Ryan.

“Okay.” She glances at Buddy, who’s hanging his head out the window, and says, “We’ll stay in here.”

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