Page 21 of Brazen

“Yes.”

“You said you hit a stump.”

“Yes.”

I’d seen a bunch of expressions flit across her face. The top one was annoyance, at least with me. I saw happiness when she looked at JT, fear when he’d been up on the rafter, curiosity when she talked to Dave the Dumbass. Now, she was serious.

“With a broken Power Take-Off shaft, your baler here won’t operate, which you already know.” She glanced across the field. “Based on the cut hay waiting, you made it this far.”

“That’s right.”

“Hand me the shaft?” She held her hand out.

Of course, my dirty, young mind leaped to me pulling down my jeans, whipping my dick out, and handing it to her. Coming from any other female’s lips, I’d think it was a come on.

I cleared my throat, wiping away the idea of her smaller hand wrapped around my dick.

“You can set my toolbox here.” She pointed beside her.

I did then settled in to watch.

She flipped open her metal lid and grabbed a screwdriver then set it against the old shaft.

“I’ll tell you what I said to Cletus if you tell me what you’re doing.”

She glanced up. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, the sheen of it almost as dark as Cletus’s.

“A deal?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’m using this screwdriver to pull the locking collar off. The PTO shaft is what transfers power from the tractor to the baler. It can break if it gets jammed or you hit something. You probably heard a loud bang followed by some grinding sounds.”

I wasn’t sure how the explanation of the usage and purpose of a tractor part could ever be considered sexy, but I was spellbound by her words. The sound of them. The assured competency porn. My wolf was hypnotized, and I was rock hard. My mate was smart. Whip smart and fast too. She had the old shaft off and sitting in the grass beside her as she kept right on explaining what she was doing.

I didn’t let on that I knew exactly how to change that part myself. I’d done it a half dozen times over the years.

She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. She was in her element out here. No issues with nature or getting her hands dirty. I imagined her on my land… our land. Fixing things. Helping me with my business, growing it. We’d have a bigger herd of bulls and–

“–and then, I’ll need to inspect the implement gearbox for additional damage.”

I blinked, realizing I’d completely zoned out. Some time had passed because replacing the shaft took time, but I’d never seen anyone work so efficiently.

“That was crazy fast.”

She stood, brushed her hands on her overalls. “I worked on an IndyCar pit crew. Had to be fast.”

“Wow. I knew you were hot shit. That’s incredible.”

“Crank her up and see if she runs.”

I climbed into the tractor’s cabin and got it running. The baler started working, too. I quickly shut off the engine and hopped down.

“There you go. Now, we had a deal.”

I closed the distance between us. I couldn’t wait another second. Not after what she’d just done. I’d never gotten hot and hard for anyone else over fixing a piece of machinery.

But of course, no one else was my mate.