Page 46 of Other Woman Drama


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Her ass was high in the air, covered in the shortest pair of shorts that she likely owned. Which had me wondering if she did this to me on purpose.

If she knew what she was wearing killed me.

I couldn’t see her top half because she was bent into the top of her car, but the bottom half.

My god.

Even the old, ratty tennis shoes didn’t detract from her outfit.

Fuck, those tanned, toned thighs went on for days.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

Hush laughed. “Thought you might say that. Wait until you see the top.”

Right then, she stood up and had the remains of her old timing belt in her hand, and she was inspecting it.

I got the good look of her top half, and my tongue nearly rolled out of my mouth.

“Fuck,” I repeated.

She was wearing a cutoff shirt.

Normally, the cutoff shirt wouldn’t be a big deal.

I’d only see a sliver of skin.

But this time it wasn’t just the sliver of skin that I could see.

The sleeves of her shirt were cut off, and most of her bra could be seen through the gaping holes the sleeve cutting left behind. Her bra had cut-outs in it, dotting even more tanned, beautiful skin.

“Jesus Christ,” I said as I took in the whole package.

Even with her hair haphazardly piled on top of her head in a messy bun, no makeup, and grease all over her, it didn’t detract from her beauty.

She was gorgeous and breathtaking.

“You should go for it.”

I glanced at Hush, who had yet another donut in his hand. “What do you mean?”

“Webber, don’t play dumb,” he said. “We all know you want her. We all know why you started dating that bitch, Devney. I also follow the police band and know that cops were called out to your place because of a domestic dispute last night, which I suspect was you breaking up with her finally and her throwing a fit.”

I snorted.

“She’s not going to stay single long,” he pointed out. “She’s a great girl and isn’t scared of our life and our lifestyle. Ask yourself, how bad would it fucking hurt to see her with another man? Having his babies. Holding someone else.”

That didn’t just cut, it killed.

“Where’d you get the donuts?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

Hush smiled. “Our girl.”

I growled, took two donuts, and walked toward the woman that was taking up way too much space in my thoughts.

I came to a stop next to the side of the peeling red Grand Am and leaned my hip against her car.

I watched, enraptured, as she deftly fit the new belt into the pulleys.