Page 20 of One Wild Night
Chapter 5
“Are you safe, Margo?”Scott asked, pressing his phone to his ear. He’d walked a little way away from his busted car, and his beautiful ex-girlfriend had taken it upon herself to move the traps off the road and to report them to the police. She was now surveying the area formore.
He supposed it gave her something to do to distract herself from the craziness that washappening.
“I’m okay,” Margo answered. “I’m feeling a little better than earlier. Not loving the idea of staying here overnight, but I spoke to the station staff, and they’re going to allow me to use the staff office when they leave. So, I’ll have access to the phone. There’s also a security guard that will be on site until the last bus leaves. Then the place will be locked ‘til tomorrowmorning.”
This was one seriously messed up day, and while he might have seemed cool and casual, Scott was worried for his sister. No matter how old they got, he always put himself in charge of taking care of her --right from way back when they were kids. Their parents raised them thatway.
“Sounds good,” Scott said. “I’m glad you were able to arrange that. Do you havefood?”
“The kind lady who helped me set up my sleeping arrangements got me some food. I have enough to last for days,” she chuckled. “She would have gotten me on a bus if not for the roads being messed up down there. And I said I’m being pickedup.”
The question was ‘when.’ “I’m really sorry about this,sis.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s entirelymine.”
Margo had already told him what happened and how she felt. She agreed to contact Gale and tell him she’d be with him by tomorrow to talk about the problem, but she still insisted on hiding the fact that she ran away. She made Scott promise not to say anything, and he did. He understood, he supposed, and he admired his sister for being able to look past a problem and focus on how Gale felt. Few people could dothat.
“It’s no one’s fault,” Scott assured her. “Let’s just try and stay positive. I wish I could give you a time.” It was nearly 3:00, and the mechanic said he’d be able to get to them in roughly two hours. As for fixing the car, the mechanic said he’d do his best but had a few jobs to do before he could start work on Scott’s car. They were probably looking at another five to six hours on top of their wait here. Scott had called at least ten different roadside assistance companies, but most were either blocked in because of the collision, booked for hours, or couldn’t come atall.
The guy he spoke to was the one with the least amount of waitingtime.
Instead of thinking only about getting to Margo, he was now also thinking about getting himself and Abi somewhere for the night. And, when he thought about hanging out with Abi for that many hours, his mind went into overdrive and zoned in on that wild streak that got him in trouble withwomen.
Was it terrible that he was thinking of ways to get his hands on his beautiful ex -- to feel her soft skin and kiss every inch of her fine body, intoxicating himself with that sweet fruity smell that surrounded her from hershampoo?
Margo was saying something, but Scott didn’t hear. It was her saying his name with more insistence that grabbed his attention, taking his mind from his Abi-filleddaydream.
“Scott, how’s Abi? I told her you changed, so don’t go embarrassingme.”
“Things are fine. Why wouldn’t they be?” He was trying to dismiss any conversation about him and Abi because Margo had been so pissed off with him after they broke up that it was nearly a year before she started speaking to himagain.
Also, he didn’t want to talk about it. He knew his error in the whole thing and didn’t want to feel worse than he alreadydid.
“Are you kidding? When you guys broke up I worried she wouldn’t want anything to do with me. Scott, she didn’t just move across state; she moved across the country to startfresh.”
He closed his eyes and bit the inside of his lips. “She had a job in NewYork.”
“Not when she first left. Anyway, just please be gentle with her. She’s my bestfriend.”
Margo started saying something else, but, as Scott turned to walk back to the car, he got a really good view of Abi bending over by her side of the car to pick something up on theground.
Her perfectly sculptured ass was calling to him to touch it. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, she started undoing the buttons on her blouse. He had to wonder if he’d fallen asleep and wasdreaming.
He continued watching, feeling his cock go from zero to hard in seconds. He expected to see her bra showing off her delicious breasts as she took off the blouse, but, instead, there was a lacy camisole top which she was wearing underneath. (That was just as good as the bra because it gave him a view of the definition in each breast as they bounced in delicious jiggles when she moved, catching his lustfuleye.)
Drool. It was starting to come out of his mouth, and he had toswallow.
He should have kicked himself. How the fuck had he let this woman get away from him, and what the hell was he going to do to control himself around her --e
specially when he didn’t want to exercise any form of control? She was built to drive men wild, and her gorgeous body was making him ache withneed.
He had to remind himself to behave. She’d just been attacked by that creep in the diner, and the last thing she’d need, even if she hadn’t just been attacked, was him and his wild sexual thoughts abouther.
“Scott!” Margo yelled into the phone so loud the sound buzzed out and hurt hisears.
“Yes, Margo, what isit?”
