Page 16 of Rugger: The Huntress

Well, then.

Rather proud of myself, I stepped back slightly, trying to capture the entire car in the frame.

BEEP!

Snap.

Fuck.

A bright flash confirmed the image had been captured. Simultaneously, a blaring horn revealed I’d stepped too far into the street.

“They say images last a lifetime, but experiences– they’re the cream of the crop.”

I jolted my head in the direction of the voice, completely forgetting I was holding up traffic or that my camera was still in the air.

BEEP!

I reached into my purse, preparing to amputate the hand of the honker and put us all out of our misery. However, the same vocals that had intensified the heartbeat between my thighs hadbegun again. Only this time, it had raised a few notches and the words it spewed weren’t directed toward me.

“Either you’re waiting until she’s finished with the fucking picture or getting your fucking face embossed in the leather of your seats. Your choice motherfucker.”

It was then I noticed the lowered window. Not because it was obvious in the dark of the night but because arms reached right inside.

“Alright. Alright. I– My bad, man.”

“You’re right. Your fucking bad, nigga. Have some patience.”

“You’re right. You’re right. You–”

Uninterested in anything else the driver had to say, the unsolicited hero released his hold and pulled away. I lost my train of thought when his eyes found mine.

Broad shoulders silenced me.

Six feet of meatiness intrigued me.

Pearly white, straight teeth captivated me.

Perfectly tattooed, melanin skin aroused me.

“Eric.”

He extended a hand. His baritone was like a silk sheet on a warm day.

“Fair enough.”

It was then I realized I hadn’t returned the gesture and completely ignored his.

“Experiences– as I was saying.”

“Um hm.” I nodded.

“Have you ever driven one?”

Yes.

“No.”

“Then, tonight is the night.”

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