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“Sorry…doesn’t matter. So, you need to be pressing on the clutch and the brakes while you turn the key, then you’ll slowly lift from the clutch while pressing the gas.”
I stare at him blankly, looking back down at my feet. “I’m going to kill us and everyone in this parking lot if I try to do whatever you just said.”
He laughs. “Okay, let’s switch places and drive out to the silos, where it’s a deserted road.”
“Sounds like a plan, Farm Boy.” I scoot over, turning to face him and straddling his hips. I plant a quick kiss on his jaw before flipping back around to sit in the passenger seat. “Let’s get this show on the road, but stop for food on the way.”
30
Adam
The date’s going exactly like I planned. Harley is everything I never knew I wanted and so much more. I always thought I’d marry a girl from my hometown, someone quiet and demure. Then, she came blazing into my life, setting fire to my expectations of what I want in a woman. Now, I know why no one I knew back then ever tempted me. Sometimes, I used to wonder if I would get married.
My fear is that she doesn’t want to. I think that’s why she left the campsite.
She’s curled up next to me, her tattooed hand wrapped around my waist, face pressed to my chest. The truck has slowed to a leisurely pace as we make our way down the back roads leading to the silos. I want to prolong the perfection of this moment with her.
She sits up as I pull to a stop, cutting the engine.
“Is it my turn to drive now?”
“In a minute,” I respond, stroking my thumb over her upper thigh.
She stills, turning her baby blues up to stare at me.
“Are you going to be mad if I wreck your truck?” she whispers. Her lips are stained from the color she put on this morning in my room.
“No. But let’s try not to do that.” I press a tiny kiss to her forehead, my mind returning against my will to the shower we shared this morning.
She laughs. “Okay, let’s do it! I’m ready to manhandle this baby.”
She slaps the dashboard. Then, she moves toward me, sitting directly on my lap in front of the steering wheel.
“Uh…you…” My brain short-circuits.
She wiggles, torturing me. “I think it’ll make more sense if you can show me like this. I’ll put my feet on yours, and you can show me as we go,” she says, her raspy voice not helping my depraved thought process.
There’s no safe place for my hands.
“Hmm…I don’t think…” I start to say, clearing my throat. “I can try,” I finally get out.
We’re going to die.
Several seconds tick by as I try to remember how to drive the truck I’ve owned since I was fifteen. She waits patiently.
Blowing out a breath, I lean forward, my lips nearly connecting with her bare, inviting shoulder.
“So, you want to start like I said before. The truck is already in first gear. Press the clutch and the brakes while you turn the key.” I start to demonstrate, but she stops me.
“Hold on a second,” she kicks her shoes off and places her feet on top of my boots, her hands covering mine.
Her legs are split apart, butt pressed to my groin.
Sweet baby Moses, how am I going to keep us alive for this?
I have to focus. I clear my throat again, hoping it clears up the fuzzy part of my mind.
“So, it goes like this.” I follow my instincts since my thoughts aren’t connecting right, and the old engine roars awake.
