Page 11 of Truck You

Our large Victorian house sits close to the main road, and the garage is next to it. It has seven bedrooms and three large bathrooms. Plus, the master bedroom, which is now Liam’s, has its own bathroom.

This house has been in our family for five generations. Grandpa built the garage before I was born. Before that, the Mutters were just farmers. Grandpa brought the love of cars and trucks into our family.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to know him before he passed. I was only three and barely remember him. But Grams always tells us he’d be so proud of us following in his footsteps.

I toss my covers back with a yawn, then check the time. It’s just before seven in the morning. Knowing Chase, he’s already milked the cows, gathered the eggs, and fed all the farm animals. He’s done with the crops for the season, which means he has more time to help in the garage. That’s always a plus.

I grab a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve Henley before I head to the bathroom. By the time I’m done relieving myself and brushing my teeth, the smell of sugar and cinnamon wafts through the air. I smile, hoping Grams is cooking this morning. She makes the best cinnamon rolls in the state. Hell, everything she makes is incredible.

We may have gotten the short end of the stick when they were handing out mothers and fathers, but our Grams is the best.

Heading back to my bedroom, I open my sock drawer to grab a pair and my eyes land on the red ones sticking out from around the mostly gray and black socks I own. My mind is instantly assaulted with memories of the gorgeous redhead that charmed the socks of me last night. Gorgeous isn’t even a strong enough word to describe her. Stunning. Magnificent. Exquisite. Ravishing. I could go on and on with descriptors and still not capture her beauty.

And those plump, peach lips. So sweet and skilled.

If she hadn’t stopped us in the alley, I may have fucked her right there.

Who am I kidding? I totally would have fucked her. Her body was too tempting. So soft and firm in all the right places.

I grab my phone from my side table and pull up her number. It’s probably way too soon to text her. I’m sure it makes me look desperate, but I don’t give a shit. I like her.

Mac

Any chance you’re free Saturday night?

I smile when I see the three little bubbles instantly pop up, indicating that she’s messaging me back.

Sophia

Maybe. What did you have in mind?

Mac

There’s a bonfire party at the Meadow. Wanna come?

Sophia

What’s the Meadow?

Mac

Just a big open field where half the town hangs out occasionally. It’s fun.

Sophia

Can I get back to you? I have some things going on during the day on Saturday that could interfere.

I frown at her response. It’s cryptic and non-committal and I don’t like it.

Mac

Okay. So you’ll let me know?

Sophia

Yeah, should know by late afternoon if I can make it.

Mac

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