Chapter 39 Hunter
Hunter
The door’s barely shut behind Wren when Truitt starts in.
“Jesus Christ, boss,” he mutters, grinning like he just saw Santa Claus. “That’s the girl? No wonder . . .”
“We’re neighbors. She brought me lunch, that’s all,” I say.
Cal chuckles, wiping grease from his hands. “She brought you lunch, huh?”
Levi, quiet and polite as ever, keeps his head down, pretending to check the oil filter on the tractor even though he’s watching every move I make.
I grab a wrench off the bench like it’s business as usual.
Truitt laughs. “So what’d you do to earn that delivery service?”
“Told you. We’re neighbors,” I grumble, heading back to the rig I was working on. “We do nice things for each other.”
“Uh-huh.” Cal shoots me a look. “Fellas, do you always look like you ran a marathon after your neighbor stops by? Because I sure as hell don’t.”
“Get to work,” I bark, pointing at the half-assembled engine Truitt was supposed to finish an hour ago. “We’ve got two planters still torn apart.”
They chuckle among themselves, but they listen. Eventually.
Still, I’m off my game for the rest of the day.
I can feel her on me—the ghost of her legs wrapped around my shoulders, the sound of her breath catching when my tongue first dragged the length of her slit.
I can smell her addictive scent in my beard, faint but unmistakable, and it’s enough to keep me hard half the afternoon.
I wish we’d had more time. I wish I could’ve slowed down, stripped her bare, laid her out right there on the workbench and taken my time making her come again and again until she was begging me to stop.
The things I’d do to her if I had more time.
Instead, I’m dealing with grease and gears, half crazy with want, replaying the sound of her muffled moans like a dirty highlight reel.
I don’t know what I did to deserve her visit today, but there’s one thing I know for sure—I’m not gonna last long before I find another excuse to see her again.