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Laughter erupts out of her. “Yes! Oh my god. That was the best. I was there.”
“What?”
“Those guys were sleazy. My dad had suspected something for a while. He finally got the auction to do a few tests. They would do anything for him, but they were worried about pissing people off. They finally realized that pissing him off was worse. I watched as he walked out with the cops who arrested them. Apparently there was a lot more shit going on than just selling sick cows.”
I shake my head with disbelief. It’s hard to find an honest man in this industry. It’s typically not as bad as selling sick cows, but more often than not you can throw a rock and hit a seller who will lie about the mileage of the car or if it’s been damaged.
I can’t seemto keep my eyes off this girl. Her hair blows around with each breeze that comes through the window. It’s hard to keep my eyes off her today. Her hips perfectly sway as she walks, torturing me with each step. I can still feel how soft her lips felt beneath my finger. Just thinking about it makes my cock twitch. Her mouth is begging to be on mine. I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around her and press her firmly against my body, so I can feel every inch of her against me. Every time I learn something new about her, it makes me want more. Lunch with her went without a hiccup. The only thing I regret is not reaching across the table to hold her hand. I want to take it slow, no matter how much it’s driving me mad.
I watch her from across the lanes. Hunter flows from one increment to the next, never fumbling over her words. She points from bidder to bidder, with JT sending out the cars and motioning to the dealers that they were out bid and needed to raise their money. I can’t tear my eyes away, wanting to soak up every detail of her in her element. Aaron mumbles something each time my eyes are on the other lane. I’ve sent more than one car out before I was supposed to. My mind runs through different scenarios, figuring out how to spend more time with her. I could call her, but being with her is a million times better. I’d like to take her to JT’s. It’s peaceful to go to the creek after a long day. I look over toward her again as her last car rolls in. I pull out my phone to send her a text.
Myles:
You’re so beautiful. Don’t leave. I want to talk to you again.
Tucking my phone away, I take a few more bids with Aaron.Glancing at Hunter, I see she has her phone in her hand and a smile on her face, as she turns to look right at me. She didn’t have to search. It was as if she knew exactly where I was without having to think about it. I give her a wink and watch as a sly look creeps across her face. She glances down, tucking some hair behind her ear.I don’t think this girl realizes how much I like her.
Leaningagainst the cement wall of the building outside, my eyes jump to the door, waiting to catch a glimpse of Hunter. Feeling nervous around someone feels foreign. The front door opens and her hair whips around in the wind.There’s my girl.Her eyes search around before she turns and lights up when she sees me.
“I figured you would be waiting for me out here.” She casually walks toward me.
“Where else would I be?” I wink. Her cheeks turn a little pink, and she looks down at her feet. I love seeing this new side of her. She is a feisty, sharp tongued little thing, but if you say something sweet, she turns to jello.
“Okay, Mr. Smooth. What did you want to talk to me about?”
Her cheeks are still a little pink, but she squares her shoulders, trying to regain her composure. It only makes my smile grow.
“Come riding with me.” Reaching out, I pinch the bottom of her shirt. I run my thumb back and forth over the soft material and grin down at her. The urge to hold her is strong. I’m losing my control the more I’m around her. Hunter’s eyes grow wide.
“Really?” she lets out softly.
“Yes, really. How’s…” I get cut off when the door opens and JT bursts out.
“Hello, beautiful people!” JT says. His face morphs into the face of a kid who found a full cookie jar. “Well, what do we have here?”
I sigh. He’s not going to leave us alone. Once he found me behind the bleachers with a girl in high school. He knew we went to make out because what else do you do behind the bleachers? But did he leave? No. He’s always been the worst wingman. The girl eventually left when he sat on the ground and picked up a stick to whittle which he was known to do it for hours. Of course, JT laughed his ass off the entire way home, and that was my first and last football game.
Crossing my arms across my chest, I say, “I was inviting Hunter to your house, actually.”
“For real?” JT focuses on Hunter, as if waiting for her to stay otherwise. I knew he would be happy to have her over.
“Yeah. Just waiting for her to say yes.”
Her eyes jump back and forth between us, her lips slightly apart. “Uh,” Hunter says. Her eyes zero in on someone behind us. She skirts around, careful not to bump into us in her haste. I turn just as she grabs Jess’ arm with a death grip. “Only if I can bring Jess.”
Jess turns to Hunter. I notice Hunter squeeze her arm harder, making Jess wince. Hunter stands tall, still observing us to see what our answer is. I’d love to have them both, but it is JT’s place, so I turn the question over to him. He looks right at Jess and clears his throat before turning to me.
“Oh, now you’re asking if you can have friends over tomyhouse and ridemyhorses?” He studies me, and his eyebrow twitches.
“You’re right,” I say, facing Hunter and Jess again. “We’re free Friday afternoon. Does that work?”
JT chuckles. I knew he was just giving me a hard time.
“That sounds like a lot of fun. Right, Jess?” Hunter squeezes Jess’ arm again.
“Okay.” Jess locks her eyes on Hunter. “You’ve got to stop with the whole squeezing thing. I’m going to lose feeling in my arm. I’ll go, okay?” She turns to scrutinize us, pointing her finger at our faces. “But if either of you triesanything, I’ll spray you with my bear spray. I watch a lot of True Crime. I may enjoy working with you, but I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. Got it?” Glaring at us, she squeezes Hunter’s arm to silence her, waiting for our reply.
“Yes, ma’am,” JT and I say in unison.
