Page 61 of Pretty Wild
In a dirty old hat.
“All right, Buddy, ready?” Marcus asks, earning a bark in return.
Smiling, I carefully get out of the truck and shut the door. Buddy and Marcus come around to the passenger side, and together, we walk to the grassy area he was referring to. Instantly, I notice it’s not too close to where the vehicles are, or to where a few lookie-loos meander.
“Be right back,” Marcus says as he hands over the leash and puts on thick work gloves.
Buddy barks, clearly not happy he’s being left to the side, but doesn’t pull on the leash to follow. Instead, he moves around on the grass, sniffing for the perfect spot to pee. While he does his thing, I watch Marcus climb back into the truck. TD goes out into the road, making sure it’s clear to move the big truck into position, and watches closely.
I do the same.
I’m not sure why this seems so fascinating, but it does. From the moment he’s in the street, maneuvering his truck into position, to the time he gets out and lowers the bed. When he walks over to the SUV, he gets on the ground, shifting himself to get a good look under the vehicle. Then, he attaches some sort of cord and goes back to the truck. He presses some buttons, and the next thing you know, the vehicle is being pulled onto the flatbed.
Buddy barks, as if letting his owner know he did a good job, and together, we observe Marcus securing the vehicle onto the flatbed. He finally looks our way and waves us over. “Come on, Buddy. Let’s go.”
We return to where Marcus waits, and instead of climbing behind the wheel, he goes to the passenger side and opens the door for us. He helps me climb in again, and I’m not sure if he’s being chivalrous or just likes to have his hands on me.
Or both.
“Everything okay?” he asks when I’m in the seat. He bends down and unclips Buddy’s leash before pointing into the truck.
“Yep, everything’s great. He went potty.”
“Good boy,” he boasts, giving the dog a hearty scratch behind the ears.
He gazes up at me, and those hazel eyes turn molten in a matter of seconds. His eyes drop to my legs, which are covered by the skirt of my dress, and slowly drag up to the apex of my legs.
I smile and ask, “What are you thinking about?”
His eyes return to mine as he rips the work gloves off his hands and drops them on the floor between the seats, and there’s no missing the desire embedded in them. “Just wondering if you were a good girl and listened earlier.”
“You mean about the panties?” I whisper, as if it’s some big conspiracy.
He nods and holds my gaze.
Leaning closer, I add, “There’s really only one way to figure out the answer to that question, isn’t there?”
Heat blazes in his eyes. They’re burning with the intensity of an inferno, bright and urgent. Without saying a word, he places his palm on my knee and slowly moves his hand. He brushes along my thigh, angling his fingers to where I ache for his touch.
“Fuck,” he curses the moment he’s met with bare, wet flesh.
“Yes, that’s the point, right?” I tease, wishing we weren’t in the middle of a tow call and in public. Being bent over something so he can explore more sounds pretty damn good right about now.
But as quickly as his fingers brush against my pussy, they’re pulled away.
“Shit,” he mutters, taking a step back and putting a little distance between us. “That was a bad idea.”
“Sure was,” I confirm, adjusting my skirt. “Now I’m all…needy.”
He groans as if in physical pain, which makes me want to grin in satisfaction. But I don’t. Why? Because I’m just as worked up as he is.
He sighs and closes the truck door. The moment he does, Buddy jumps up on the seat and sticks his head out the window again. Marcus climbs in and prepares to move the truck. He throws it in gear and waves to TD. “I’ll be right back for the other.”
“Take your time, but not too long. I’d like to get home to my wife before too long. You shouldn’t be the only one getting some, man.” He taps the door of the truck.
Even though I can’t see TD from my seat, I clearly watch Marcus flip his friend off and drive away. The smile I was fighting earlier spreads widely across my lips, and the temperature in the cab of this truck elevates considerably, even though the windows are open, and night is starting to fall.
It’s all Marcus.
