CHAPTER 13
Wagner
I finish running all my errands for the day, and I head back to the house. I take the roundabout way for some reason. Needed some peace and quiet, I guess. There’s very little of that left nowadays, especially in this line of work.
Suddenly, something catches my eye. I see an old, run down car, by the end of the road. A back is seen. Then, an ass. A nice looking ass, too, wearing tight jeans.
“Fucking fuck, fuck, fuck!” I hear a woman’s voice curse.
I chuckle to myself. The only time you’d hear a decent woman swear like that is when her tire is blown. And, sure enough, I see her stand up straight, face all red with anger and heat, hands resting on her hips, as she looks down at a flat tire.
I stop a little ahead of her, resting my bike by the side of the road. The noise disturbs her, and she turns to face me. There’s something familiar about her. Her lips. Her eyes. They remind me of someone. A look of misery drops down on her face, and at that moment, I realize who she is. She’s the mom of that kid we’ve been babysitting since last weekend.
“Flat tire, huh?” I approach her.
She eyes me distrustfully. It takes her a while to nod. Perfectly round face. Big dark eyes. Hair up in a slick ponytail. Flawless skin. She’s wearing a tight t-shirt. Her tits are small but they look perky. Her stomach is flat. Probably toned. Those jeans look perfect on her. I’d never say she’s anyone’s mother. Lookin’ like that… The word milf immediately pops to mind, but I must stay polite. Mason would have my balls on a stick if he hears I disrespected this lady in any way.
“I’m Wagner, by the way,” I offer her my hand. “I’m with the gang.” I point at my bike, behind me.
“Danica,” she accepts my hand. Squeezes it firmly, like a man. I didn’t expect that of her. A pleasant surprise. “I think I’ve seen you when I was dropping off Dominick.”
“Yeah,” I grin.
I kneel down. These fucking jeans are making it hard to do a man’s job in this God forsaken heat. But, I still kneel down.
“Let’s see what we got here,” I grunt.
She remains standing. The wind blows in my direction, and a whiff of her perfume hits me. Something flowery. The girly shit which usually makes me wanna puke. But, on her it smells like Heaven. I get up a moment later.
“Just a good old flat tire. Got a spare?”
I hear her sigh. She doesn’t have to say anything. I can read her like an open book. She isn’t pissed that her tire’s flat. She’s pissed cuz she’s got no spare.
“Listen, I could head back to town, check over at Al’s workshop about that spare. I could bring it back and help you fix it up.”
She’s still distrustful. She’s barely spoken to me since I stopped. Maybe she’s got issues of her own. I’m not the one to judge. Hell, I’m rarely the one to stop and help, but when I see a woman stranded by the road, the little bit of humanity in me awakens. Plus, she’s that kid’s mom. Can’t just pass her by. That’d be a dick move.
“I wouldn’t want to waste your time,” she finally says something.
Her voice is whiny. Soft. I wonder if she ever shouts. Probably not, with that pitch. But, she probably moans well. The thought gets me hard, surprisingly hard, and I adjust my stance, hoping my dick will think of ugly old nuns soon and back the fuck down.
“I’m just heading back to the house,” I tell her. “The guys won’t mind if I’m a little late.”
Before she says anything to that, I return to my bike, and step on it.
“Stay here!” I shout, as I pass her by.
Something tells me she might not be there when I get back. That distrust on her face went way deeper than just a mere stranger stopping to help. That was fear. And, I’ve seen fear. I’ve felt it. Recognizing it has become second nature.
I wrap it up quickly at Al’s, and head on back with a spare tire. To my surprise, she’s still there. She’s sitting by the side of the road, knees in the air, arms crossed over them. Any woman in that situation would be on the phone. Texting, talking, whatever. But, she’d be on the phone, for sure. This one’s not. My curiosity raises a little more, following the sight of her sweet little ass in those jeans. But, I need to focus. Can’t risk another boner.
“That was quick,” she doesn’t smile when she sees me, but I sense relief in her voice.
She gets up, then dusts herself off. Her blue t-shirt has gotten sweaty, but she still smells like a garden. How the Hell is that possible? I get off the bike and take off my jacket. I doubt I smell like a fuckin’ garden, but who the Hell cares. In this heat, there’s nowhere I’d rather be but back at the house. Still, the sight of her perky tits calms me down. It may be worth it.
“Al’s all about business,” I grin. “Get in, pay, get out.” She doesn’t smile. “Alright, let’s see.”
I grab the spare tire, and the small toolbox I got from Al, just for the occasion.
“Can I help somehow?” she asks.
Just sit there, looking pretty, I think to myself. Instead, I cough, clearing my throat.
“Just relax. This shouldn’t take long.”
I’m focused on the tire. I know she’s watching my every move, like a hawk. Guess I can’t blame her. A woman’s gotta be careful these days. You never know who you might run into. It’s not the first tire I’ve changed, so it really doesn’t take long. I get up a while later, feeling sweat dripping down my forehead. I’d kill for a beer right now.
“You make it look so easy,” she tells me, a little less distrustful now.
She’s still not smiling. A part of me wishes I could make her. But, those pretty lips of hers are pressed tightly together. Almost like she’s making herself stay serious. Like she’s not allowed to smile or laugh.
“There’s nothing to it,” I smile broadly.
The first thing I’m gonna do when I get to the house is take a nice shower. I got oil everywhere, even on me.
“I really don’t know how to thank you,” she sounds truly grateful.
I could think of a few ways. But, I don’t say that.
“If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be stranded here for hours.”
“I doubt it,” I wave my hand, but she actually might be right.
This isn’t the route people usually take, unless it’s some young couple aiming for the woods for some good time, or if you just want to ride endlessly into the sunset, not caring about the world.
“But, you do know this is the roundabout way to town, right?”
“I know that,” she nods, sounding a little embarrassed. “I’m just getting off work, and with Dominick in school, I figured I’d go do some shopping and if I have time, eat my late lunch and drink my now cold coffee underneath some tree. Sounds silly, doesn’t it?”
She looks down, like a kid caught stealing candy. She knows it’s wrong, but she’s unwilling to give it back because she wants it too much. I know the feeling.
“Nothing silly about it,” I assure her. I really mean it.
She looks up at me again. Her cheeks are red, like poppies in a field. Her eyes brighten.
“Well, silly or not, now I’m not sure if I even have the time for that,” she concludes.
“When’s your boy returning?”
“Not before 6.”
“It’s 4 now,” I check my watch. “Plenty of time left for a quick lunch and soaking in some nature.”
“I don’t know…”
“Listen,” I suddenly remember. “There’s this little lake, it’s a bit tricky to get there, but it’s worth it.”
“A lake?” she wonders. “I haven’t heard of any lake here.”
“Well, it’s nothing big, but you got weeping willows bending over the surface and shit.”
“Bending over the surface and shit?” she repeats, finally showing me a smile. “Yeah, that’s really remarkable.”
I chuckle, and surprisingly, she does the same. I wouldn’t say she’d trust me with her own life, but I’m not a potential rapist or serial killer any longer. That’s a step up on the ladder.
“It’s real pretty,” I emphasize.
“So, where is it?”
“You just follow this road, then you’ll come to a fork. Make sure to take the left left.”
“The left left?” she chuckles again, and I wonder what she would look like making that sound with her clothes off.
I think of old nuns again, and it does the trick.
“Actually, I better take you,” I conclude, surprising even myself with this suggestion.
“Oh, I can’t let you do that,” she shakes her head.
I’m not sure if she’s just being polite or I’m back on the rapist/serial killer level again.
“I can’t let you get lost. Dominick would never forgive me for getting his mother lost in the woods.”
She locks eyes with mine. Blazing dark against her white complexion and red cheeks. The wind ruffles her hair and her hand flies up to remove a stray strand that flutters over her lips.
“So, a quick lunch?” she asks, smiling just a little.
“A quick lunch.”
“But, I only have one coffee and it’s cold.”
“I don’t drink coffee. But, we’ll share the sandwich,” I grin.
I see acceptance in her eyes. She is a doe, a sweet little thing. And, I’m ready to hunt.