Page 26 of Brewbies
“Of all the fucking stubborn…” Because he was brought up well, he didn’t say the words that followed as he reached over to strap her the fuck in his own damn self.
Immediate mistake.
All sorts of warning bells sounded the alarm, and red flags painted his vision crimson as his torso came into contact with hers.
Mud transferred. Her breast touched his arm. Her breath tickled his hair.
And fuck an entire flock of ducks if he didn’t have a semi by the time he clicked her in.
Motherfuck.
He tapped the pedal harder than he usually did, and the vehicle leapt forward. Half a mile was nothing. He wouldn’t have to look at her or speak until he could drop her off and peel away.
“Why not go after Vee?” she asked.
His brain stalled for a second. “What?”
“She has a vagina store, for fuck’s sake. If boobs bother you this much, then pussy must send you into outer space.”
His mouth pressed into a grim line. “From what I understand, Vee’s Lady Garden is a medical sort of deal.”
“Okay, C-Creepy-O, explain to me exactly how a thirteen-inch strap-on is medically necessary?”
He slanted her a smile. “Didn’t think I’d have to.”
“Oh, fuck off. You know what I mean.”
He did know what she meant. “But there’s…other stuff too. Like how to take care of your…lady business stuff.” Not that she had anything to worry about in that department that he could tell. And he’d thoroughly examined the area.
Darby suffered a dramatic seizure. “Lady business stuff? Give me strength.”
“I’m trying to behave myself, here.”
“What you’re trying to do is fuck me again. This time out of my livelihood.”
Glancing over, he noted the defiant lift to her chin, the tension in her every muscle, the ire radiating off her in palpable waves.
She was right. Tonight she hadn’t needed him at all. He had no doubt in his mind that she would have made it home on the strength of her will alone.
So, why didn’t he leave her to it? Why did the idea of her being too cold, too alone, vulnerable to the elements and the whims of the night, make him a little crazy?
Maybe because they had boned.
Maybeeeee…because he wasn’t the kind of guy who did the one-night-stand thing very comfortably. He was the kind of guy who got attached. Who cared. Who fixed things, took out garbage, opened doors, and drove his lady around.
His lady?
Darby Dunwell was many things, buthis ladywas not one of them.
He pulled through to the cleared corner of land upon which her trailer hunkered behind a few tables whose chairs had been stacked out of sight. The offending vintage sign was dark, but outdoor patio lights strung around the little picnic area gilded the surrounding trees with gold.
“I’m not your enemy,” he said, remembering what she’d called him earlier.
“Okay, well, with friends like you, who needs them?”
He grunted as the hit connected. “I’m saying…this isn’t personal…” Wait. That wasn’t exactly true, was it? “I mean, this isn’t meant as an indictment upon you as a person. It’s important.”
“Itisabout me,” she argued passionately. “It’shappeningto me. And regardless of how you and a couple of prudes feel about what I do, I love it. And I’m proud of it. And I truly believe it doesn’t hurt anyone. In summation, you and the rest of the moral police can eat my entire ass.”
