Page 21 of Space Junk: Houston, We Have a Hottie
I reach in my pocket and fish for my pen knife, holding back a hiss when my hand brushes up against my dick. The dick that has been in a perpetual state of semi-hardness since I brushed my lips against hers earlier. The dick that only got harder since Jackie gestured toward my car, glasses sliding down her nose, knocking my keys down the grate. Basically, my dick needs to calm down.
“You need to cut and strip down a half inch on all three wires,” I narrate, trying to get my big brain to outthink my little brain.
Which isn’t easy. There’s some kind of deliciousness emanating from her hair. Probably from whatever shampoo she uses. Then, because it’s summer in Texas, there’s the light scent of sweat on her skin. Clean sweat. Gets me thinking of sex sweat. My dick gets harder.
Not helping.
She’s leaning as close as she can without touching me, but that doesn’t stop tendrils of her hair that have escaped her pony tail from tickling my skin.So soft.
“What next?”
I refocus on what I’m doing. “The battery and ignition wires get twisted together.” I motion to her by jerking my head up. “Turn the lights on, see if it’s a good connection.”
Jackie reaches up with her left hand, bringing her neck closer to my face. All I’d have to do is arch back and maybe stretch a bit and I could kiss it. I’ve never been a neck person before. Because honestly, who’s a neck person? There are boob men and leg men and ass men. I’ve always liked to think of myself as an equal opportunist when it comes to a woman’s body—I like it all. But for some reason, the sight of Jackie’s long slender neck does things to me.
“They’re on!”
“Huh?”
She looks down at me. “The lights. They came on.”
“Oh yeah. Right.” I shift in the seat, willing my dick to behave. “So the next step is to touch the starter wire to the battery and ignition bundle. But you have to be careful. The starter wire is live. You don’t want it to touch anything metal or it could short. And since this is a manual transmission, you need to push in the clutch.”
“This is the clutch, right?” She rests her long, delicate fingers on the far left pedal.
“You don’t know how to drive stick?”
“No.” She frowns as she says it. I have a feeling Jackie Darling Lee doesn’t like not knowing things. She sets her jaw. “But I’m going to learn. That seems like something one should know how to do.”
I smile at the serious expression clouding her sweet face. “I’ll teach you how to drive stick.”
Her face brightens. “Really? You’d do that?”
Her excitement both pleases me, ‘cause it means she wouldn’t mind spending more time with me, and makes me feel like an ass, since she’s so surprised by my offer. Well, in for a penny… “Yeah, I’d love to get your hands on my stick.”
She turns bright red.
I can’t help but chuckle. As pretty as she is, I can tell she isn’t used to flirting. I shouldn’t fluster her, especially after being such a jerk. But God damn, when she blushes it spreads down that pretty neck of hers and all I want to do is follow its trail with my tongue. Why I’m having such a strong reaction to this woman is a bit of mystery. Even when I thought she was one of Rose’s directionless friends, I’d still clocked the way she looked and moved.
Giving both of us a breather, I get back to work. “Now, I need to touch the starter wire to the battery and ignition bundle. With the wires exposed and ready to go, I can get in the driver’s seat now. I’ve got to push in the clutch and rev the engine so it doesn’t stall out.”
“Okay.”
I curl up and get out of the car. We both circle around to opposite sides and get in.
“Is there a procedural order? Does one wire have to be cut and exposed before the other? Do you have to push the clutch in first and then touch the wires, or is the clutch like the accelerator and you just have to rev it?”
I feel my lips twist in a smile. She’s so fucking cute. “Procedural order?”
She blushes again and looks down at her feet. “Never mind.”
Fuck. Somehow, I’ve embarrassed her again. “Hey?” She doesn’t say anything so I reach over and tuck two fingers under her chin, lifting her face to mine. Her blush intensifies but I can tell it’s not from embarrassment when her eyes dart to my mouth, her tongue licking her bottom lip.
I’m about to lean in, drawn to this girl who’s busted into my life so unexpectedly, when a light flashing into the car breaks the moment.
A security guard is standing at my lowered driver side window. One of his hands is on his flashlight, momentarily blinding me, the other on the gun by his side. He does not look happy. And in Texas, an unhappy man with his hand on a gun does not mean good things.
First, I raise my hands for him to see I’m unarmed. When that’s done, I’m about to speak, but Jackie beats me to it.
