Page 4 of Grease & Grips
Every second he keeps talking, I feel my brain leaking out my ears. I need to get this car hitched and get out of here before I say something like “your jawline is upsetting me emotionally.”
“I was on my way back to Miami,” he says. “Coming down from Charlotte. Figured the drive would be nice. Sounded peaceful.”
I shouldn’t scoff at that, but it’s the only move I’ve got.
He rears back, eyebrows lifting. “Why the scoff?”
“Sorry,” I mutter, too quick. “You’re just the second person today to say something like that to me.”
I get his car hooked, lifted, and secured without saying much more. The only reason I haven’t combusted yet is cause my hands stay busy.
He watches me close with his arms crossed, and somehow even out here on red dirt surrounded by mosquitoes he still looks like he was pulled straight from a magazine ad.
“Is it a quick fix?” he asks.
“Yeah, we can knock it out first thing tomorrow,” I say, double-checking the straps. “You can find your way back, yeah?”
He glances down at his phone and holds it up. “No signal and I’m pretty sure Uber doesn’t serve the middle of nowhere.”
Despite my grunt in response he keeps talking. Bless his heart.
“I was kinda hoping you could point me toward a hotel or something?”
Of course he was.
Of course he’s stuck.
Of course this hot, lost man wants me to recommend the Sycamore Motel. The only hotel in a sixty-mile radius which boasts hourly rates and bedding with minimal blood and cum stains.
If I were a braver man, I’d tell him he could stay with me.
Nope. Don’t do that.
You’re not that forward, Mack. Calm the hell down.
“At the very least, you think you could give me a ride?” he asks casual. “Would help to know where my car’s going, and I’d rather not sleep out here on the side of the road.”
Then he’s laughing and it ain’t fair how nice it sounds or how bad I wanna hear it again.
I shove that down. Because right now he’s asking for a ride.
God. I could give him a ride, that’s for sure.
FUCK… I’m horny tonight.
This asshole brings it outta me. He’s got some pheromone I’m not built to resist. That must be it.
A ride in the truck, Mack. That’s it.
Be cool. Be normal. Be a decent goddamn human.
Forty minutes. Two people. One bench seat and zero possible chance I’ll keep my mouth or my libido in check.
What did Gary say? “Situations are what you make of ‘em. ”
Yeah, well… situations are currently staring at me with eager eyes that I know even the strongest men alive would have trouble saying no to.
I shove down the fire crawling up my spine setting up permanent residence in my pants and nod.
