Page 65 of Beat around the Bush
I frowned. “And why’s that?”
“What if for some reason your car isn’t ready and then I have to come back to get you? Then I would have just wasted my time.”
“He literally called you and told you it was ready,” I pointed out. Apparently Wyatt, the shop owner, and Lennon were already friends, so he’d called him instead of trying to getahold of me.
“Well, I want to look it over. Make sure everything is good to go,” he said, twisting the key. The rumble of his engine faded away.
I blew a burst of air through my nose as he got out, coming around to my side. My arms were crossed when he opened the door, and at the sight of my stance, he raised an eyebrow.
“Sassy today, are we?” he teased.
It’d been three days since we had mind-blowing sex in his office, and aside from stolen kisses in the back hallway of the feed store, nothing had happened since.
He leaned in, setting a hand on the roof of the truck. “Do I need to cheer you up?”
I pursed my lips, trying to hold my attitude, but felt it slipping with the thought of Lennon on top of me in his truck. Or me riding his lap. Or doing literally anything with him, anywhere.
“No,” I huffed, dropping my arms and swinging my legs to the door, coming to the edge of the seat.
My knees brushed his stomach and I looked up to find him smirking down at me. “Sure about that, Oak?”
My eyes drifted down to the bulge in his jeans. “Areyousure you want to walk in there with a boner?”
He shrugged like it was no big deal. “I know the guy.”
I raised a brow, meeting his gaze. “Oh, does he want to join?”
He dropped the smirk, his eyes going hard as he leaned closer. “Remember what I said, Oak? I don’t share.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t be trying to have sex with me in a parking lot,” I pointed out, the last half of my sentence coming out in a whisper.
“Oh, I don’t care if people watch. But they can’t fucking touch what’s mine,” he said, his voice low and full of possession.
I looked around us. “I don’t know, I don’t reallyfeellike I’m yours. It’s been three days-”
His hands gripped my hips, yanking me forward as a yelp escaped my lips. I had to set my hands on his chest to keep from colliding with him. “You need me to remind you?”
I gulped, my belly doing somersaults at the thought of him inside me again. I nodded slowly, too afraid to speak because I wasn’t sure if I could form words with the way he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.
“Let’s get your car, and then I’ll remind you how it feels when I’m inside you.”
I nodded again, and he took a step back, grabbing my hand to help me out of his truck.
He closed the passenger door for me and we headed inside, the bell above the door dinging as we entered the small lobby area. There were four gray chairs that matched the gray carpet, and a desk at the end of the narrow room that held two computer monitors and a large calendar flat on the desk.
Behind the desk sat a man with dark wavy hair that curled at the nape of his neck. He wore a dark gray button up with the shop’s logo on the tiny pocket. “Hey, guys.”
“How’s it goin’, Wyatt? This is Oakley,” Lennon introduced me.
Wyatt looked up from his computer, giving me a big smile. “Nice to meet you, Oakley.”
“You, too.” I smiled back.
“So,” he started, laying a piece of paper on the desk facing me and Lennon. “Fuel pump was bad, so I replaced that. And I took care of your other request, Len. Car’s all good to go.”
My brow furrowed as I approached his desk, looking down at the paper. “Other request?” I muttered in question.
I skimmed the information, finding exactly what he meant. “New tires?” I twisted to face Lennon. “Lennon, I can’t afford that right now.”
