“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Not much a mechanic will do that I can’t.” His voice brings me back to the present and out of my daydream.
“Oh, you can do that here? That would be awesome.” I pull my hand away to spin around in a circle, my hands above my head, doing my crazy happy dance. I do two loops before I start to feel dizzy, almost stammering, but two hands grasp my hips. My shirt must have ridden up because I can feel Greyson’s calloused hands against the bare skin at my sides.
“You okay there?” he questions, his voice deep and husky.
“Yeah,” I squeak out, my voice doing this high-pitched thing that never happens. “Just excited. I’ve been traveling for so long now. It’s not every day you get lucky.”
“Welcome to Spring, Florida, then. Are you here visiting?” Greyson asks, not letting my hips go, and I secretly hope he doesn’t.
“Just passing through. I’m supposed to be going further south, but it looks like I’ll be sticking around for a bit. I don’t suppose you can take a look and get me an estimate on a time frame?” He does the impossible—toothpick still in his mouth, I watch as he licks his lower lip, the small piece of wood only enticing me more.
“Yeah, I’m backed up a couple of days. That going to be too long?” Greyson replies.
“Not at all. I’m on my own time. I won’t keep you. I’m sure you’re very busy.” I peek my head around his big body, looking inside his shop.
“Oh crap, are you sure you even have time for this?” I see all kinds of tractors inside as big as my Airstream and vehicle together.
“I’m sure. They can sit if you’re on a tighter timeline.” Greyson squeezes my hips one last time before letting go. The heat he leaves behind, though, it sears my skin.
“Whenever. I can work while I’m here, maybe scout the area for my next blog post.” I look around taking in the scenery for the first time, noticing it’s the cutest little beach town, and I can’t wait to explore.
“Alright, I’ll go look. You can go on inside and get out of the sun. It shouldn’t take too long.” I’m sure he’s noticing my cream-like skin that will fry ridiculously easily in the Florida sun.
“Thanks,” I mumble, spinning around, walking backwards as I watch Greyson walk towards my Airstream, noticing the way his muscles flex and pull as his body moves. I think I’ll enjoy being in this quaint town more than I thought.
Three
Greyson
God damn, how I managed to let her go I’m not sure, but the way she moved her body with a hint that I’d be able to work on her Airstream, it made me imagine what else could keep her moving that way, ass swaying and tits shaking. Yep, I’ll be doing my damndest to keep her here with me. I walk around her rig, looking at the damage she brought in, and see just how bad it is. There’s a piece of metal hanging off the rear near the wheel well that’s the culprit from the noise. I do a more thorough inspection and see there’s more than it needing to be welded, it looks like the cocksucker who hit her and ran messed up the back taillight and even some wiring. I’ll have to get it in my shop to see if it’s something I can work on. I’ll for sure need to order her a new taillight, probably from an RV parts dealer, and go from there.
I’m not sure how she managed to keep her rig on the road with the amount of damage that’s done to her Airstream. For not knowing this little spit fire, she sure is turning me inside out. I do another walk-around to see if there’s anything else that needs repairing. May as well get it all taken care of while I can. There’re a few areas that could use some work. I make a mental note, then make my way to the woman who’s probably already scoped out the shop from top to bottom. I’ll just bet she didn’t sit her cute ass in the office.
“Oh my gosh, I never realized just how big these things are.” She flips her head around, almost sensing I was near her before she saw me.
“This is one of the smaller front-end loaders. If not, I’d be doing it out in the field. It’s the part of the job I love, getting to go and work in the field. Though, nine times out of ten, the guys operating the equipment are the reason I’m out there, and it can suck to work on when resources are limited,” I tell her.
“I can imagine. It seems like you stay busy. Speaking of, what’s the damage?” she asks, her gaze now on mine instead of looking at the yellow machine.