Page 54 of Small Town Hunter

I let her walk ahead so I can adjust my hard-on. Should have dropped her while I had the chance. But Jesus, I’m not made of wood.Look at her…Even right now–there– when she turns her head over her shoulder and pretends she isn’t watching me…

Can’t blame you, sugar.Hey, I’ve done my fair share of staring. The way she’s so short, but stacked like pancakes, soft, smelling like roses…I go to dangerous places, places unbefitting the gentleman who’s taken it upon himself to be her knight in shining armor and take her to California.

The truth is, she’s too innocent.

She crosses to the passenger’s side, then stops. “Can I drive?”

“I don’t think so, Miss Expired License.”

“I still passed the test!”

“And you drank a half a gallon of tequila, so I think not.”

“So did you,” she points out.

“I’m twice your size.”

“Are you?” She stands next to me and starts measuring. Fun fact about Trina, her hair not only looks amazing, but it smells like a damned bouquet.

Danger.

“Back up,” I tell her.

“Why?” She sniffs herself. “Do I smell like hot wings? Everything sticks to this— whatever the hell this is.” She pulls at the hoodie and makes a face.

“Guess you’d rather heels and a bikini.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She smirks. “Is that why you made me wear this ugly thing?”

Fuck.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Just get in the fucking car.”

“Don’t cuss at me,” she says. “And can you speak English and not Caveman?”

“You’re a woman, and I’m a man. Enough said,” I growl. “Don’t make them type of suggestions.”

A murmuration of common starlings duck and weave against the sun-streaked purple sky. I stare at them instead of at Trina…for all of five seconds. She has some really thick eyelashes. She’s so pretty it doesn’t make no sense.

“Are you suggesting you can’t control yourself around me?” She whispers, eyes going round as silver dollars.

“Get in the car, Trina.”

She turns away, folding her arms like a spoiled child. “You think it’s easy for me, Crash?”

It hits me we might both be a little buzzed. Buzzed off an Applebee’s Mango Marg. I’ll take that one to the grave.

“It’snoteasy for me. I know how you feel,” she continues.

“Oh, do you?”

“For one thing, I’ve never kissed a man. You know,ever. The Reverend put his mouth on mine, but that wasn’t kissing.”

“I should have gutted that dirty old fucker. Don’t talk to me about kissing.”

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