“Fuck!” I shout as I grip the steering wheel tightly to keep from wrecking.
There, on the side of a two-lane road with hardly any shoulder, sits a soft-top Jeep. There’s a woman standing outside her car, looking down at a flat tire. I pull my truck over in front of her vehicle and get out.
She looks at me warily, before glancing back down at her shredded tire, hands on her hips. My first thought is that she would look damn fine bent over my desk at home, with my hands on her hips, my dick in her pussy, and her head thrown back screaming in pleasure, while someone watches from the shadows. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m fucked in the head for that one.
I walk slowly as I take in her curves. She has on a pair of cut-off shorts, the bottoms short enough to just barely cover the globes of her ample ass cheeks. The tank top she’s wearing shows off a generous amount of her tits. Way more than a handful, just the way I like them. On her feet are a pair of black flip-flops. Her black hair is piled high on her head in a messy bun. When I step up beside her, my side view of her face shows she’s not wearing makeup, but she doesn’t need it.
She doesn’t look at me, just keeps looking at her tire, a cute scowl on her face.
“You know it’s not safe to stop on a curve like this, right?” I ask, still looking at her.
Her eyes flicker to me for a brief second. “Thanks, Captain Obvious. It’s not like I really had a choice.”
She’s a smart-ass. Another trait I like in women.
“You got a spare?”
She pushes a few strands of hair from her face before turning to face me. The side view I had of her face didn’t do her justice. The full view has my cock immediately turning to solid fucking steel. I swear, if I didn’t have better control of myself, I would drop to my knees and worship her.
She’s fucking gorgeous. Actually, gorgeous doesn’t even come close to what she is.
Her eyes run down the length of my body, lingering for several seconds at my crotch, before she walks around me to the back of her Jeep. I follow her like a damn lost puppy, watching her ass twitch with each step. My eyes are still aimed at the deliciousness when she abruptly turns and catches me watching her ass.
“Eyes up here, stud,” she says, and snaps her fingers.
Lifting my head, I give her a smile and a shrug. “Sorry, not sorry.”
Rolling her eyes, she points to the spare tire on the back of the Jeep. “Can you change a tire? My dad never got around to showing me how to.”
“I’m a guy, right? All guys know how to change a tire.” I wink as I step past her, grabbing the tire iron she holds out for me and starting on the lug nuts holding the tire on. I get a whiff of her scent, and it goes straight to my dick. “How about you stand on the grass behind the Jeep so you won’t get hit if a car comes around the corner.”
With my dick pulsing in my jeans, I push the naughty thoughts away of the sexy-as-all-hell woman. My bigger head starts working properly again, and I once again notice how dangerous this situation is. Coming from either direction, you wouldn’t see her Jeep until you’re right up on her. The least she can do is stay off the road while I change her tire.
She does as I suggest, but does it with a huff. I drop the tire to the ground, and my eyes catch on the contents in the back of the Jeep. It’s stuffed full with boxes and bags.
“Are you moving or something?” I ask, trying to make idle conversation. I’m naturally a friendly guy and standing here in silence doesn’t suit my normal disposition. I need noise of some kind.
“Or something,” she mutters, pulling her phone from her pocket and looking down at the screen.
Grabbing the tire, I check to make sure no cars are coming before carrying it, the jack I grabbed from the back, and the tire iron to the side of the Jeep. I get to my knees and set the jack underneath it, making sure it lines up with the frame.
I look up at the woman, who’s now standing beside me watching what I’m doing. In other words, not standing safely in the grass like I asked her to. Every few minutes, she looks down at her phone, a frown marring her face.
“Is it just me, or would you let just any stranger change your tire?”
Pulling the flat tire off, I put the spare on in its place and start working on the lug nuts.
“Since I can’t change a tire, I didn’t really have a choice, unless I wanted to wait three hours for the roadside service to do it for me.”
She doesn’t look at me while she talks. Just keeps her eyes on that damn phone.
I want her eyes on me.
“What if I was some rapist or killer? Wouldn’t waiting three hours be worth it to stay alive and unharmed?”
“Do you always talk so much?” she says, and finally lifts her eyes to mine.
“What can I say, I’m a talker. I don’t do the silence.”
“Well, can you do it this one time and hurry with my tire?”
Okay, then. Grateful much? Apparently fucking not.
“Are you always such a bitch to people that help you out?” I ask my own question, working faster on the lug nuts, ready to be done and get the fuck out of Dodge.
She lets out a heavy breath before speaking. “Look, I’m sorry. You’re right. I appreciate you doing this for me. I’m just in a hurry. I’m supposed to be meeting someone.”
I don’t say anything, just finish up, then stand and wipe my hands on my jeans.
“Done.” I turn to face her and stumble back a step into the Jeep when she launches herself at me. I’m stunned speechless when she grabs the back of my head and drags it down until our lips meet. It only takes seconds for my brain to catch up to what’s going on, then I grab her hips and pull her into me until her stomach meets my still-hard cock. It never went soft from when I first saw her. As bitchy as she was, she still had me straining in my jeans.
She moans deep in my mouth, and it spurs me on. I bend my knees, grab the back of her thighs, and hoist her up. Her legs wrap around my hips, and it’s my turn to groan when her warm pussy meets my rigid length.
My tongue swirls against hers, and she sucks it into her mouth before pulling back just enough to nip my bottom lip. Her hands pull at my hair, knocking the aviators from the top of my head. I turn and push her against the door, grinding against her center. Leaning my weight against her, I keep her pinned to the metal and move my hands to her ass. Her shorts have ridden up, damn near exposing her ass cheeks. I put all four fingers of one hand against her pussy and push against her. She breaks the kiss and lets out a small cry. My mouth goes to her neck, leaving little bites, before kissing the flesh. Her legs tighten around me, and I use my fingers against her harder. I want to tear the material away and fuck her with my fingers before plunging my cock inside her.
I hear the thump of her head hitting the Jeep. I look up and see heaven. Her head is thrown back, her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open on a silent cry.
I’m just about to put her down and yank her damn shorts off, when I hear a horn blare. Both of our heads jerk toward the car coming around the corner.
“Shit,” she mutters, dropping her legs from my waist and pushing me back.
We’re both breathing heavily. Her head is lowered as she adjusts her shorts.