Page 4 of Yearning for the Lumbersnack
Watching her work underneath my truck was hot as hell. Her curves, blond hair, and gorgeous blue eyes only added to her sexiness.
Sure, she stumbled and hit her head a couple times, dropped a wrench, but seeing how flustered she got over me did the opposite of what I expected. Instead of annoyance or worrying she might not do a good job, it was cute how flustered she got.
Best part, she lost some control when I stared at her, our connection uncanny and strong, the strongest I’d ever experienced. I loved watching it.
Despite her small mishaps, she wore a smile through it all and forged ahead, completing the job as expected.
I never ever thought I’d find it hot watching a chick change my oil but fucking holy hell. I was hooked.
On her.
“How does Monday afternoon sound? I’ll put the order in now before the weekend.”
“Okay, that works, thanks. Have a good night, Celeste.” I backed out of the shop, grinning the whole way. We stared at each other like two lovesick puppies, both of us unable to look away or to stop smiling like a fool.
What the hell is happening?
I wanted to wink at her, hell I wanted to sprint towards her, take her in my arms, and kiss the shit out of her. Take her home to my bed, tuck into my side, and never let her go.
I wanted all of her. Forever.
This was going to be the longest weekend of my life.
“Doyou think I should ask her on a date?” I rubbed my dog’s short ears and under his snout. It was late Monday afternoon and after finishing work early, I stopped at home to take Peanut out and take a quick shower. I needed to look and smell my best when seeing Celeste.
Yep, we’ve gone there. I was totally smitten.
Peanut licked my hand, bringing me back to the present moment. He rested his snout on my knee, his big brown eyes staring up at me.
He was a full bred boxer I rescued a few months ago, or more like he rescued me. I was finding my way, unsure what to do with my life, and we sort of stumbled upon each other.
After taking him home, things clicked into place. I scored a job with Clay’s crew, could finally afford to buy a cabin for us, and enjoyed the lazy nights with Peanut, instead of working second jobs and stressing about money.
“Yeah, I think so, too, buddy. I haven’t felt like this about a woman since high school. I’m scared, boy.”
Peanut answered me with more licks on my hand. “What if she breaks my heart?”
He shoved his head under my hand before laying on the ground and rolling onto his back, demanding belly rubs.
I leaned down and scratched the bare skin not covered with a coat of fur, Peanut shaking his back leg in response.
“It’ll be worth it, right?”
If Peanut’s tail wags were my answer, I was in good shape.
I arrived at the gas station a half an hour later, one stall full and one empty. I parked in front of the empty one and killed the engine before sliding out.
Celeste worked under the car in the full stall, alongside another guy, both of them talking and pointing. He nodded his head and gave the thumbs upside before striding off and the ping of jealous rolling through me shocked the hell out of me.
I wasn’t a jealous person, never have been.Yet around her…
Shaking off the thoughts I didn’t want to delve into, I leaned against the hood of my truck and observed her work. It turned me on just like it had the other day, spurring more fantasies after using up all the ones I had this past weekend. I jerked off so much, the skin on my dick felt raw. I didn’t care. It was worth it when thinking about her.
Celeste wasn’t flustered or clumsy this time, working with quick efficiency and effectiveness.
Wow, my effect on her is more powerful than I thought.
I cleared my throat.
