Page 10 of Truck You

“I want to kiss you.” His voice is rough and gravelly, like that admission hurt him to say it.

I swallow hard. “You do?”

“Yes.” The admission rumbles from deep in his chest. I wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t. Is he asking me for permission or simply admitting to me what he wants? This entire experience with him is new and surreal and exciting.

“Okay,” I finally say.

“Okay, as in …” His voice trails off as he cups my cheeks. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and I swear he sucks in a breath like that action caused him pain. “Tell me I can kiss you.”

My heart feels like it’s being revved up to over seven thousand RPMs, and if I don’t take off now, my engine will blow. I lift my hands and wrap them around his wrists as I take a step closer. “Yes, you can kiss me.”

His eyes slide closed as he lowers his mouth to mine. The moment his soft lips brush across mine, my heart takes off. Every nerve ending in my body fires off in an electrifying sensation that leaves me feeling light, like a falling leaf floating in a light breeze.

He moves his lips slowly, as if he’s savoring the moment just as much as he’s savoring me.

Then he tilts his head to the side and parts his lips. His tongue swipes across my bottom lip and I groan.

The next thing I know, he presses my body against the brick building and his mouth devours mine. Gone is the slow, tentative, savoring kiss, and in its place is a deep, claiming kiss that has me grasping at his shirt and pulling him closer.

I lift my leg and wrap it around his thigh, causing him to grind into me. When I feel his solid erection press against my center, my body erupts into flames. We’re too far apart and there are way too many clothes between us. I want to feel him, touch him, kiss him everywhere.

His hands slowly rake down my body and settle around my waist, just below my chest. His thumbs brush the underside of my breasts, and I moan at the erotic sensations it arouses in my body.

Jesus, this is crazy. I can’t believe I’m making out with Mac Mutter in an alley at the Apple Festival.

My eyes fly open as my mind focuses on what’s really happening here. “Mac,” I mumble against his mouth, “we need to slow this down.”

He freezes, then he jumps back and throws his hands in the air like he was just caught trying to steal a cookie from the cookie jar. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. That really escalated.”

I reach for his hand and waffle his fingers with mine. “It’s okay. I’m just as much to blame.”

“Fuck, Red. I just wanted to kiss you. I didn’t mean to maim you in a dark alley.” He steps closer and runs a finger along my jaw. “Can I see you again?”

I nod. “I’d like that.”

“How long are you here for?”

I cringe. It’s an innocent question, but one that reminds me I haven’t been completely open with him. I’m not sure I’m ready to be that open. He may not have an issue with my degree choice, but I’m not sure he’s ready for all my truths. “That depends. I have a job interview on Monday. If it goes well, I might be around for a while.”

His smile grows. “Let’s hope it goes well then.”

“Yeah,” I mumble because that’s all I can seem to muster.

He presses a quick kiss to my lips before he steps back and adjusts himself. Then he takes my hand and tugs me back toward the crowd. “Come on. I believe I still owe you a caramel apple.”

Chapter3

Gearheads and farm boys are surprisingly a good mix.

Mac

Aloud creak rings in my ears, followed by a bang. My eyes slowly blink to open, and I shift my head toward the window. The sun is up, which means so is my family.

There’s no such thing as sleeping in at the Mutter house. My bedroom is on the first floor, just off the kitchen, so as soon as someone is up, I hear every noise they make.

Besides running the garage, Mutter Truckers Auto & Racing, we farm some of our acreage. Or, I should say Chase does. He’s the only one of us that enjoys farming. We endlessly tease him about being the prettiest farmer around. We also help him when he asks, but he mostly tends to it on his own.

It’s a small farm that makes us some money, but nothing like the garage. We manage a few acres of crops and a few more with livestock.

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