Page 72 of Untamed
Getting back in the truck, I check my phone to see the time. I take my dress off. It’s too hot for clothes. It’s nearing noon and I’m starting to get this weird sensation in the pit of my stomach. Like I’m not sure what I’m doing or what this means. I want to send him a message, but I can’t make myself do it. I think I like the anticipation that he doesn’t know if I’m coming or not.
But then I think to myself, what if he decides he doesn’t actually want me to come? Then what?
Don’t think like that,I tell myself, pressing my hand to my bare stomach. The action makes me immediately think of the way Grayer’s hands felt on me last night and the way he pulled me to the edge of that hay bale.
Haylee gets in the truck smelling like gasoline and half her bag of chips already gone. She gives me a nod. “Who’s your friend?”
“What?” I set my phone down and glance around the cab. “What friend?”
“Her.” She gives another nod to the window.
When I turn my head, I jump about a foot off the seat when I see a woman standing there staring at me.
“Hello,” she says, about knocking me out with her ass breath and running her leather fingers over my bare shoulder. “You’re both beautiful girls.”
Is she hitting on us?
“Uh, thanks.” I sneak a glance at Haylee. “Let’s. Go.”
She ignores me, slowly bringing a chip to her mouth and then chewing just as slow, completely amused by this.
“Can we help you?” I ask, scooting closer Haylee.
The woman smiles, tight red lips and tangled, straw blonde hair. “My husband thinks you two are pretty.” And then she winks, fucking winks at us. “How ’bout a two for one?”
I look over at Haylee to see what her reaction is going to be. “I don’t understand. What’s two for one mean?”
I roll my eyes. “She wants us to fuck each other and let her husband join in so she can watch.”
Her eyes go wide, her mouth forming a perfectOshape. “Oh hell, roll up that fuckin’ window, Maesyn!”
My mouth gapes open. “Oh, so now we’re in a hurry?”
Haylee wipes the back of her hand over her forehead. “Goddamn right we are! Roll that window up.”
Shaking my head, I toss my phone on the seat and roll the window up as she pulls away. “It’s not the first time someone has asked for both of us together.”
Haylee peels out of the gas station still shaking her head. “Yeah, but, at least Jeremy was hot.”
She had a point there too.
Chasing the sunset across the states, we eat gas station food and drink Red Bull like it’s water. We stop and take selfies and let the wind blow through our hair. Outside Amarillo, we pose next to brightly painted cars with their noses buried in the ground in Cadillac Ranch. But it’s the music I won’t forget. Miranda Lambert’sPlatinumalbum carries us through Kansas and well into Oklahoma. George Strait takes us into Mississippi, and it’s Lorrie Morgan we’re listening to when Haylee reaches across the seat and takes my hand and tell me, “We’re a brunette and a blonde with an unbreakable bond.”
We don’t realize we’re making memories. We’re just having fun.
