Page 116 of Burn Bag

He nodded and helped me into the truck, shutting the door behind me. I was still nervous about driving around, but with him behind the wheel, it calmed my nerves some. At least I wasn’t behind the wheel. Luckily, we didn’t have to drive far to get to the dealership.

But as we drove, his mood turned sour and the irritation that we were even here became clear.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” he grumbled, getting out of the truck.

I held back a smirk as he opened my door. I really hoped he liked this truck. When I saw it online, I thought it was beautiful. I just hoped he felt the same. He took my hand in his, but the tension in his body nearly had me breaking.

I quickly checked in, letting the person up front know we were here to see the truck. When the salesman came out, he grinned when he saw Bradley.

“So, this is the lucky man? I have to tell you, son, I wish my wife would pick out a truck like this for me.”

Bradley shot him a fake smile. “Yeah, I bet.”

“Well, let’s go check her out.”

He snatched the keys and guided us outside. I knew the moment I saw it, but Bradley was looking around for a baby blue pickup, not even seeing the truck right in front of him.

When we stopped, I grinned up at him. “What do you think?”

A beautiful army green pickup truck sat in front of us. With a 5.7 liter V8 engine, I knew it would be perfect for him. I just hoped he thought the same. He stepped forward, running his hand across the smooth exterior, pulling open the driver’s side door to check out the interior. I didn’t bother with the front. I jumped into the full-size second row, delighting in how spacious it was. The back window rolled all the way down and the bed came with a soft cover that could be locked in place. Of course, he would probably want a toolbox like all the other guys, but he could work that out if he liked it.

Bradley turned the key and the engine roared to life, reminding me of Tim “The Toolman” Taylor. I grunted along with the engine, grinning when Bradley shook his head at me.

“Should we take it for a spin?” I asked.

Bradley turned in his seat, his hand resting on the passenger seat. “Baby, this is not baby blue.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not.”

“And this is not a 2.7 liter four cylinder engine.”

Again, I shook my head. “I may have lied.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I wanted to surprise you,” I admitted. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to get it. It’s not a big deal, but when I saw it, I immediately thought of you and?—”

He hauled his hulking frame over the console and into the back with me, kissing me hard. I fell back on the seat, nearly laid out for him as he mauled me.

“You’ve been a naughty girl.”

Blinking up at him innocently, I asked, “What are you going to do about it?”

Chuckling, he trailed his finger down my cheek, over my collarbone, and lower until I was squirming from his touch.

“Um…we haven’t technically bought the truck yet. I don’t think that would be appropriate,” I gasped as he pinched my clit through my pants.

“Then I guess we’d better buy the fucking truck.”

“Really?” I said excitedly. “You really like it?”

“Yeah, baby. I really like it.”

“You’re sure,” I clarified. “You’re not just saying that so you don’t hurt my feelings or something weird like that. Because you know I broke your other truck. You have every right to tell me you hate this and you don’t want it.”

“I fucking love it.”

“It’s not new,” I admitted. “They don’t make these anymore with a V8.”

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