Page 3 of Yearning for the Lumbersnack
Who is he?
And why does he make me feel this way?
My life didn’t exactly have room for dating. I worked, crashed on my sister’s couch while trying to save up enough money for my own place, and helped my sister around her house and with her kids in exchange for rent. After needing to leave my last place because of the skyrocketing rent and my sister’s husband walking out on her, it worked out for each of us.
But suddenly, the hot mountain man wanted me to throw it all out the window.
I tried to finish quickly, but his stare wreaked havoc through me and around me. I stumbled over my feet and dropped my wrench, nearly missing a toe. Again, I walked into a tire like a dumbass, something I’d never done before in my entire career of working on cars.
Damn him. He turns me into a bumbling fool, and I don’t even know his name.
Finally, I finished and lowered his truck, before climbing back inside to back it out. The same feelings came over me once again, but I ignored this time. Annoyance flooded through me. I wasn’t the type to let guys have such an effect on me, and I wasn’t about to start.
Pulling into a parking spot, I parked the truck, shut the engine off, and grabbed the keys. Back inside, I offered him a smile as I darted behind the desk. “All set. Let me get you rung out.” I slid the keys across the desk and watched as he stood up slowly, his height impressive, his head nearly grazing the ceiling. I drank him in slowly, inch by handsome inch, sipping on himlike he was a fine wine, and when he reached the other side of the desk, he smirked, one hand rubbing at the dark stubble on his chin.
“Thanks. Any trouble?” He asked again and chuckled, a small grumble sound emerging from his throat.
The sound went straight to between my legs. “No. Just the routine oil change. It’ll be forty dollars.”
He reached into his back pocket, and I couldn’t help but notice his strong forearms, muscular and inked. He handed me a credit card, and I looked for his name. Percy Watkins.
After swiping his card and getting a signature, he took his keys and smiled. “Thanks again. Have a good night.” He tipped his head towards me once more before leaving the shop and walking to his truck. My eyes locked onto his backside, his tight dark jeans hugging his ass. I wanted to squeeze his cheeks beneath my fingers and feel the tight, firm muscles.
More like grip them with my ankles as he drives his dick deep inside.
Percy stopped and turned, his eyes meeting mine in a heated stare.
Shit. He caught me looking.
He laughed and shook his head before changing direction and walking towards me.
My heart pumped harder and my breath caught in my throat.
A few more steps and he’d be in front of me again, so close I could smell his intoxicating scent.
I gripped the counter, anticipation rolling through me like a tornado on speed.
Why was he coming back? Did he need to tell me something?
My heart pounded so loud, I thought it would crack open my chest and splatter on the desk in front of me.
“Celeste, is it?” His deep voice rumbled over me.
“Yes?” I squeaked.
“I’m thinking I might need a new set of tires before the winter comes.”
Inside, I jumped up and down like a kid on Christmas morning.
He needs more work done. Yes.
CHAPTER THREE
Percy
I couldn’t leavewithout talking to her again.
A force unbeknownst to me told me not to walk away, not to let the chance go. What if Celeste only was here for a short time and I never saw her again?
