Page 67 of My Kinda Mess (Summer Sisters 4)

“That sounds like an amazing day,” I reply, my hands sliding over his shoulders and onto his upper back. Linkin winces. “What?” I ask, pulling back.

“I think a tiger got a hold of me,” he says with a smile and a wink.

Moving his big body isn’t an easy task, especially while sitting atop a classic muscle car, but when I finally get him to turn, I see exactly what he was referring to. “Oh my God, did I do that?” I gasp, taking in the angry red lines that resemble claw marks.

“Fuck yes, you did. I wouldn’t trade those war wounds for anything,” he chides, spinning back around and wrapping his arms around me. “Those scratches I wear like a badge of honor.”

“You’re weird.”

“Maybe,” he says, placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “We should get dressed. I’m pretty sure that door over there isn’t locked.”

Well, isn’t that a pleasant thought. Anyone could have walked in and seen me getting the ride of my life on the hood of a freaking car. Awesome.

Linkin helps me down from the car before lifting his pants, which are still gathered around his ankles. Without even buttoning them, he works quickly to gather my clothes. I’m securing my bra when I feel his eyes on me. He’s fully dressed, watching me as I fasten the bra around my chest.

Suddenly, he’s moving.

I’m wrapped up in his arms once again, our lips hungry and urgent. The kiss goes on forever, or maybe that’s just wishful thinking?

Eventually, I pull back, gasping for air. “We really should get going,” I tell him, my hand resting over his chest where I feel his heart pounding and his lungs working frantically to pull in oxygen.

“Where are we going?”

“My dad’s. It’s Christmas Eve.” Linkin stares at me, one dark eyebrow raised high. “I want you to come to my family’s dinner tonight. Lots of laughs, some cards, probably some really gross PDA from my grandparents. It’ll be fun.”

He seems to struggle with saying yes, glancing between the car, his watch, and me. “Mrs. Case is going to be here in about thirty minutes to pick up the car. She bought it for her husband for Christmas.”

“Hell of a Christmas gift,” I acknowledge.

“It was the car he had when they met, but when money got tight, he sold it. Well, she found the man they originally sold it to, and he agreed to sell it back to her. She had it delivered here yesterday for a tune-up. A friend is supposed to drop her off at four so she can take it home to surprise him.”

“That’s awesome.”

Glancing at his watch once more, he adds, “I’ll need about twenty minutes or so at home to shower and change.”

“How about I meet you there? I have to finish putting together my dish for dinner, and I could probably use a shower myself,” I say, snorting a laugh.

Linkin wraps his arms around my waist. “I kinda like that I made you all dirty.”

“Me too,” I whisper.

“Okay,” he starts, taking a step back. “You better get out of here before I rip your clothes back off you and bend you over the car this time.” That piques my interest.

A lot.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he chastises, knowing exactly where my mind was. “I’ll meet you at your place in about an hour.”

“Sounds good,” I say, stepping forward and reaching for his neck.

Chris wasn’t short, but he wasn’t exactly tall either. He was just…average. The fact that I have to work to kiss Linkin is actually quite a turn on. And the fact that he always seems willing to kiss me isn’t so bad either. Not that Chris didn’t want to kiss me, but he wasn’t big on random public displays of affection…or those in private either.

With a smile on my face and whisker burn on my neck, I finally bid Linkin farewell and head towards my car. Oh, yes. I definitely made the right choice in tracking down my slightly mysterious and oh so sexy mechanic this afternoon.

I can’t wait to see what happens next.

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