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It turned over but didn’t start. I walked back to my bike and grabbed a few tools I’d brought out of the storage compartment because I didn’t figure she had any.
I studied the battery and noticed fraying at one of the connectors and thought that might be the problem. Something simple.
“Come on. Let’s go,” I said, waving her toward me.
She climbed out of the big truck, slamming the door behind her. “Where are we going?” She stomped behind me but followed me all the same.
I turned, plopping my helmet on her head and tightening it at the bottom. “We’re going to get you a couple of new wires and see what works.” I tapped the top of the helmet to let her know she was good to go.
“Oh,” she said in a huff, a frown on her face.
She wasn’t happy with me. She didn’t want me here. It was clear as day. But oh, well. Too fucking bad. She needed help and I was it.
Just as we were about to get on my Harley, an old white truck pulled into her driveway behind me. As soon as they stepped out of the vehicle, I immediately recognized the couple from the night at the club.
I rolled my eyes, annoyed that I’d have to deal with them. Again.
She only shrugged and gave me an eat-shit look. “I told you I had people coming to look at it.” Her voice was muffled by my big helmet and I thought that maybe I should get her one that fit her head better. Something safer so that when she was on my bike, I could be sure she didn’t get hurt if something happened.
Her girlfriend who’d been with her at the club walked up all smiles and laughing eyes. She was sipping on a giant cold coffee, but I didn’t miss the way her gaze danced between Emily and me. Her other half was a completely different story. He stared me down like I’d somehow come over here to commit murder instead of to fix a truck.
His jaw ticked as he looked over at Emily. “I told you I’d come by and look at the truck, Ems.” His voice was stiff, his mannerisms rigid.
The way he called her Ems grated on my nerves.
“No need,” I jumped in. “We were just headed out to get a new battery connector.” He could take his Ems and shove it up his ass.
His eyes swung from Emily’s to mine. “Well, thanks for coming to take a look. But I got it from here,” he said with a tight, fake-ass smile that set my teeth on edge.
This fucker. He really was trying me.
Emily’s friend looked between me and her man with a giant smile on her face like she was watching her favorite soap opera play out.
The man and I stared at each other, a face-off of sorts while Emily struggled to unstrap the helmet and pull it off of her head.
When she was finally free, she made introductions. “Holden and Miranda, this is my fr—” she started and stopped and then started again. “This is Weston.” She cleared her throat awkwardly.
Miranda leaned toward me and held her hand out, her smile wide, her eyes sparkling. She had on a pair of leggings and a crop top T-shirt that saidI’m silently correcting your grammar. She was curvy and young and had deep red hair that drew the eye. She was cute and honestly looked like she’d never met a stranger and I wondered what the hell she was doing with the old grump, Holden.
“Hey there, so nice to finally meet you, Weston,” she gushed, giving my hand a firm shake.
“Nice to meet you, too,” I said, my eyes flicking to Holden’s that seemed to not give me an inch. He glared at Miranda’s and my hands and then gave a low grunt in greeting, his face radiating annoyance.
“Lord have mercy, Hold. Chill the fuck out. Why don’t we head home since Emily clearly has all the help she needs with the truck,” Miranda said cheerfully. I didn’t miss the way she waggled her eyebrows at Emily as she pulled an irritable Holden back toward their truck.
I also didn’t miss the way Emily’s cheeks pinkened at Miranda’s eyebrow waggle.
“Ems, you call me if you need me, okay?” Holden yelled from the driver’s seat of his truck, his big-ass head out the window, and Miranda rolled her eyes and shook her head at him before leaning over and saying something close to his ear.
He rolled his eyes and tore out of the driveway, leaving us standing here.
I grabbed the helmet back from Emily and plopped it on her head, take two. Tightened the strap at the bottom and automatically leaned in, taking her mouth in a kiss that I felt right in my cock.
Mine, my mind screamed, deepening our kiss.
Iwas sitting on an old stool in my garage, obsessing over how awkward the whole interaction with Holden and Miranda had been this afternoon with Weston. I could tell that Miranda had been elated to see Weston at my house, but Holden not so much. And I got why. He had real big brother vibes when it came to me. I knew he was only looking out for me like Andrew would have wanted him to. But he also needed to learn that I was a big girl and could take care of myself.
The whole damn thing had been so uncomfortable. I didn’t know how to introduce the man I was sleeping with. Hey, guys, here’s my fuck buddy. My booty call? Hey, y’all. This is Weston, giver of epic orgasms. And the boys didn’t even speak to each other, much less pretend to be pleasant.
