Page 8 of Hunted

Her eyebrows immediately shift upward in question.

“I don’t tow…then your sweet tits are left here to take your chances at being a hitchhiker or a Happy Meal for the vultures.” Seeing her gaze narrow to tight slits convinces me to add. “And since you already paid me for the tow, you’d be double fucked.” There’s no resisting the wolfish grin that grows in place. “Is that shit you’re into?”

Suddenly, the woman forcefully opens the door, nailing me in the shin. Grumbles of pain are poorly swallowed prior to her announcing, “Next time I hit you in the nuts.”

Stepping back allows her the space to snatch up her bag, step out of her vehicle, and stomp over to my flatbed with my stare glued to every sway of her ass that’s being showcased in her red, skintight cheer shorts.

I need to be hit in the dick.

And the head.

Repeatedly.

Because towing this much trouble straight into the heart of our town versus out has to be the stupidest shit I’ve ever done in my entire fucking life.

Chapter 3

Kipp

It may be five o’clock somewhere, but it ain’t here.

At least not for another five minutes.

Five more minutes and I can shut the garage.

Lock up the shop.

Go upstairs and shove cold pizza in my face while flipping through this car mag for the fourth time because I don’t have any side jobs booked for the night.

Fuck, I wish I did.

I love working on foreign beauties when the lights go out.

I love when it’s just me, a performance kit, and classical music on repeat.

Other gearheads judge.

I mean…who the fuck likes classical shit?

Who the fuck chooses to listen to Bizet and Beethoven and Bach over Def Leopard or Cannibal Corpse?

Who under the age of fifty who has had his dick touched by more than just himself purposely picks Puccini over Pink Floyd?

And I have had mine touched.

And sucked.

And fucked.

It’s just…been awhile.

Which is my fault.

I typically prefer the car in my presence more than the woman getting out of the passenger side.

Just like I prefer the money more than the pussy that’s sometimes offered instead.

Nolan’s content either way.

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