Page 46 of Fast and Dirty

“That’s the car you stole?” She concludes.

“Yup,” I nod. “And I gotbusted again, and this time Vance Bradford was not going to bail me out.”

“He was pretty pissed you took his car, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” I nod. “ Those cars cost an obscene amount of money and he needed an engine overhaul when I was done with it. He shit out a few kittens, pressed charges, and then told me I could rot. It was kind of good though, in a way. It officially cut the cord,” I rub circles on her hips with my thumbs.

“But what about the money? Did it get seized because you won it illegally?” She shakes her head, curious.

“It would’ve…” I give a slight nod. “If it hadn’t been cash and I hadn’t claimed to have been robbed. Given the circumstances, it was easy for the authorities to believe at the time.”

“So you… had it waiting for you somewhere?”

I nod again. “And that is a story for another time,” I insist, all shared-out. There’s more of me I’m happy for her to get to know. Just maybe more spread out and during daylight hours.

I reach around to caress her ass to find that she never put her panties back on. I give the bare flesh a squeeze with both hands and she shifts against my groin, dampening my boxer briefs where a hard ridge is forming.

“Maybe…” she murmurs, “… in about five minutes?” She rolls her hips, signaling a suggestion, and I waste no time reaching between us to pull at my waist band freeing my cock.

“You’re a greedy fucking girl, aren’t you?” I hoist her up slightly so that I can get my cock at her entrance before letting her drop right on it, swiftly impaling her.

“You give good orgasms,” she notes in a wanton whisper as she falls right into a rhythm that I happily follow.

I make her lose my shirt once again as I thrust upward, gripping her flesh and pulling her down on my dick over and over.

“Take them all, princess,” I rasp, leading us to another beautiful explosion. I don’t see how either of us could have a bad day after this.

18

KIRA

“What happened?” Toby asks as we intercept each other on Agnes’s front walk the following Friday afternoon.

I look down at the creamy sugar splatters all down my front. “Milkshake mixer got away from me.”

“Are you sure?” He raises a manicured eyebrow. “Because that looks more like -”

“I don’t want to hear it,” I whirl away from him and start making the trek up the steps.

“So I take it Donna’s Diner is another place that won’t be making your resume?”

I shake my head over my shoulder at him. After blowing up the oven at Maggie’s, misplacing Ms. O’Donnells haggis—and sending it home with the town’s only vegan —and accidentally stocking yeast infection cream with the toothpaste at the pharmacy, I’ve checked just about every business in this town off the list.

“At this point, I don’t think I’m fit to run a lemonade stand at the end of Agnes’s driveway,” I sulk, as we push through the front door.

After I’ve changed into my favorite t-shirt, I flop onmy bed.

“Maybe I should go crawling back to mom and dad.”

Toby shoots up from his reclined position on my bed. “Kira Elaine Lockwood! I’m gay as they come but don’t think I won’t put you over my knee for talking like that! How would you ever smile again?”

“I’d find a way. You know me and how I roll with things,” I remind him.

“We’ll figure out a way,” he assures me, patting my head. “In the meantime, there’s not much left we can do about it tonight. This town shuts it’s lights off early.”

“Except for the Crafty Coyote,” I hold up a finger, lazily amending his statement.

“The Crafty Coyote! Yes! Go there!” I hear Agnes’s scratchy voice rip down the hallway from her room.

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