Chapter 4 #2
“Toni Anderson?” Ranger questioned, approaching her.
He put her about his age. She had an hourglass frame, accentuated by whatever she’d done to her tits to make them stand up like that.
She was unsteady on her heels, but he attributed that to the dirt beneath their feet.
Curly black hair made her brown eyes appear darker, and why the fuck was red lipstick such a turn on?
She truly was incredible, and he was trying his damndest to not notice.
“Yes, thank you for coming out here, and for sending your prospects out to watch over me. It wasn’t necessary, but I do appreciate it.”
She lowered her hand from her brow to hold it out to him.
Ranger accepted it, immediately taking note of her firm grip.
She wasn’t posturing like some guys did, squeezing too hard to send a message.
But it let him know that she wasn’t a stranger to a strong handshake.
Given the Lexus, he placed her as a professional.
Doctor, lawyer, businesswoman… She looked vaguely familiar, but not enough where he could place where he’d seen her before.
Anderson was a common enough last name that it didn’t help him there.
“It absolutely was necessary. I wasn’t going to leave you out here on your own, especially when I didn’t know how long I’d be.”
Her red lips parted to reveal white teeth. “You can’t tell me you offer that sort of treatment to all your stranded patrons. I really didn’t expect special treatment.”
Ranger paused, not sure how to tell her that he didn’t know who she was to have offered her special treatment.
“Actually, it is. Especially at night.” He didn’t add “for a woman”, but his tone said it.
“Mount Grove is small enough that it doesn’t make sense for us to have two tow trucks, but rarely, like tonight, we find ourselves pulled in two different directions.
I absolutely was not going to leave you out here on your own. ”
In the beam of the work light, she watched him with those dark, assessing eyes, like she was waiting for the punchline. “If that’s true, I don’t think you’re charging enough for your services.”
Ranger chuckled, his callused thumb sliding over the back of her smooth hand. “I’ll mention it to the owner,” he said jokingly. “I’m just the lowly truck driver.”
“I highly doubt you’re ‘just’ anything,” she quipped.
At six-one, there were only a few inches between their heights.
Even without those heels, she was tall. Five-seven, five-eight maybe.
And while her hourglass figure was extremely tempting, it was her eyes that held Ranger transfixed.
They were constantly moving, not looking away from him, but like they were trying to gather all the data they possibly could.
He imagined her like a professional puzzle solver.
Needing all the facts. Her sexy ass propped up in the air as she bent over a crossword puzzle, a pair of readers braced over her nose.
Librarian, maybe? He had no idea if librarians made enough to own a Lexus, but he sure as fuck could see her standing near some stacks, clutching books to her chest.
Maybe in a bathrobe? Yeah, definitely in a bathrobe. Where the string was tight enough to hold the material in place, but loose enough where a simple tug would reveal the treasure hidden underneath.
His skin prickled, a heat he hadn’t felt in months igniting inside him. His cock twitched, and without jeans or anything else but a thin pair of coveralls shielding him, there was absolutely no way he could hide his reaction to her.
And fuck, how unprofessional was it of him to be standing here, still holding her hand, staring down at her with a growing erection.
Ranger was just about to pull his hand away when he realized she was staring up at him, just as intensely, just as transfixed. There was a shortness to her breath, a nervous nibble on the inside of her lip, and with stunning awareness, Ranger realized she was as turned on as him.
“Fuck it.”
The words were like a starter’s pistol. They moved together, mouths crashing in a hasty, sloppy kiss.
Ranger’s arms wound painfully tight around her waist, lifting her easily to him, as her arms wrapped around his neck, crushing her breasts between them.
A possession unlike anything Ranger had ever felt before gripped his soul as this incredible woman clung to him like her life depended on it.
There was no battle, no hesitation, and he loved that.
Loved how she gave as good as she got. Her legs wound around his hips as his right hand dipped low over her luscious ass.
The low skirt of her dress rode up, revealing cotton panties.
He honestly wouldn’t have cared what she was wearing, lacy thong, boxers, boy shorts…
It wouldn’t have mattered, but for reasons unknown, the feel of those practical panties against her hot skin turned him on so much that he nearly lost his footing.
He carried her backwards to his tow truck. The hood of her Lexus was far too low for what he intended. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling almost painfully against his scalp. Ranger groaned into her mouth as the cool metal of the truck met her back.
Their tongues dueled, his finger finding the seam of her panties. Once upon a time, he might have continued, knowing a single word would stop him, but recent experience that he refused to think about right then, had him pausing before going any further.
Pulling away, Ranger held still, waited for her to catch her breath. Her head was slightly above his, her body balanced between the door of the tow truck and his hips. Blinking her eyes opened, she stared down at him for a heartbeat before nodding.
* * *
Toni didn’t question what she was doing or try to justify her actions by claiming she wasn’t “that type of girl”.
Truth was, the moment the sexy mechanic with white-blonde hair and stunning ice-blue eyes stepped out of the tow truck, she’d wanted him.
Wanted to run up and throw herself into his arms, to tackle him to the ground and have her way with him.
The coveralls he wore did not do him justice, too big for his tall, muscular frame.
He wasn’t overly large, not like a bodybuilder or men who had shoulders for miles.
He was perfectly proportioned, but it was his eyes that told the true story.
She knew that expression, knew that look. This man had been through hell. If he was part of the club, which she guessed he was since he’d sent those two prospects to protect her, then he was a veteran. Everyone in town knew that the VDMC only accepted vets who’d been honorably discharged.
Toni wanted this man. More than that primal, gut-wrenching pull to claim, she wanted to soothe him. To take away his pain and his trauma so they were secondary to her.
Brash? Definitely. Irrational? Absolutely. But from the moment their hands connected and she felt his heated, callused skin, she knew there was no going back. She would have this man, one way or another.
Which was insane. She’d heard murderers and stalkers defend their actions for less. And yet, here she was, pinned to his tow truck with her skirt around her hips, his hand at her panties, and both their lips swollen from the intensity of their kiss.
When it became obvious to her that he had stopped to ask her permission to continue, Toni thought her panties might self-combust. She hadn’t even realized it was a trope until she read a social post in one of her smut groups about how the reader loved the “consent trope”.
But hell, yeah. As soon as she realized it was a thing, she picked up on how much she loved when the hero asked permission or checked in with the heroine before he continued.
Was this man for real? But it seemed he was, because he was not moving as he stared up at her with those ice-blue eyes.
Toni nodded, feeling self-conscious for the first time since their introduction. Or half-introduction, since she hadn’t gotten his name.
He did not kiss her again. Instead, he held her gaze as he slipped a finger beneath her panty line and inside her core. Every inch of her burned with desire, making her feel like her skin was on fire. His touch eased the ache, soothed the flame.
Her orgasm snuck up on her, muscles tightening as her body shuddered.
Eyes rolling back in her head, she clung to him as he dipped his head to her throat.
Their bodies rocked together as he continued to finger fuck her.
Toni couldn’t remember the last time she’d come this easily.
Maybe watching porn? Certainly never with a man.
But his touch was like magic, erotic and addictive.
Her shrill cry echoed on the mountain trees. It wasn’t enough. She needed more, more of him. She needed him inside her, stoking the unquenchable blaze raging within her.
Her breasts heaved between them as she fought for breath. “More,” she shamelessly begged.
Toni reached for the zipper of his coveralls. But his other hand was suddenly there. Pinning her wrists above her head between his fingers. God, why was that so fucking hot?
Lifting his mouth from her neck where he no doubt left a mark, he growled low in her ear. “Be good and leave them there while I get the condom.”
Fuck. A condom. She’d completely forgotten. What the hell? She was always the one who insisted on a condom. Had even refused sleeping with guys who said they wouldn’t wear one, thought that her birth control was enough. Fuck. No. Pregnancy wasn’t the only thing she needed to protect herself from.
And yet, a condom hadn’t even crossed her mind. How did this man have her so drunk on lust that she would have had unprotected sex with him if he hadn’t said anything?
Reaching into the back pocket of the coveralls, he removed his wallet and pulled a condom packet from the fold. Lifting it to her mouth, he asked with a wicked grin, “Hold this for me, will you?”
Toni opened her mouth and bit gently down on the edge of the foil packet.