Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I pull out my phone so I can at least tell my manager, Carolyn, that I’ll be late. We’ll figure things out, but as I try to dial, nothing happens. My eyes squint and I see an icon in the corner of my phone screen. Oh shit. No bars means no service, which means I’m really stuck out here alone. What do I do? Carolyn is going to be really pissed, and I hope she doesn’t fire me.
But first things first. How the heck do I get out of here? How do I call for help when my phone doesn’t work, and the road is deserted? The sun is already beginning to bake the asphalt and the heat coming off the blacktop feels like it could burn my bare legs. Shit shit shit.
I lean against the side of my car and think. How can I fix this situation? I need to get to Nassau, and I need to figure out what’s wrong with my car. Both concerns are pressing, and I have no idea which one to handle first.
Finally, I exhale heavily. Even though it’s beginning to swelter, it seems like my only option is going to be a walk to the nearest town. Fuck. I hate exercise, and this is going to be painful, to say the least. In a fit of rage, I yank off my t-shirt, revealing a flimsy bralette beneath. Well, at least this will quell the heat a bit. Morosely, I begin to put one foot in front of the other.
After I get about fifty feet however, a muffled roar greets my ears, and immediately I spin around. Squinting, I see a dark shape rumbling down the road and excitement courses through my veins. Could it be? Yes, it is! Hallelujah, I’m saved because a truck’s on its way! Even better, it appears to be a tow truck.
I can’t believe my luck. No one ever takes this road other than me, and yet, the Heavens above have been kind. Overjoyed, I seize my discarded t-shirt and start waving it like a flag to get the driver to stop. The truck is big and tall, so I’m worried they won’t see me and drive right past, but as they approach, the massive cab slows down and pulls over right in front of my car.
“Hey!” I say in a chirpy voice. “I’m stranded, and I’m so happy you’re here!”
Slowly, the doors to the tow truck open, and then two men jump out, one on each side. But they’re not just any men, and my jaw drops when the figures come into focus because these guys are like Adonis and Hercules combined. They’ve got black hair with blue eyes, and strong, muscular builds with broad shoulders that taper to fit waists. They’re absolutely gorgeous, and as I stare, my eyes go wide. Both men are casually dressed in jeans, and is it my imagination, or are those hoses absolutely enormous?
OMG, OMG. Are these my saviors? I stare as they come closer, heat surging in my veins as my pulse flutters. This shouldn’t be happening, and yet I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to be kissed by one of the truckers. Or both, come to think of it.
Unfortunately, it’s as if they can read my mind because as the two men come closer, those blue eyes glint with mischief.
“Hey sweetheart,” the handsome one on the right greets in a low, raspy voice. “You need some help?”
Moisture pools between my thighs and suddenly, the ground comes spinning up to meet me.
3
Dylan
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Oh shit! The buxom brunette fainted, but I leap forward just in time to save her from landing on the concrete. My strong arms go around her waist as my friend catches the back of her head. Her eyes literally roll up a bit, but then she blinks and looks at me, that chocolate gaze coming back into focus.
“Um hi,” she murmurs. “I’m April.”
“Hey April,” I growl. “I’m Dylan and this here is Frank. You look like you could use a hand.”
Her cheeks flush as she regains her senses, and then the curvy girl pushes me away hastily. I let her go, but not before appreciating how her big breasts bounce in that tight bra. Why is she wearing only a bra in public? Not that I’m complaining. She’s got lush Double Ds, and the creamy orbs are almost melting out of the tiny scrap of lace.
“Um, sorry, my car broke down,” she murmurs hastily. “You’re mechanics, right? That’s why you’re driving a tow truck?”
Frank nods and chuckles deep in his throat.
“That we are, sweetheart. Why, what seems to be the problem?”
She gestures to her car. “I’m not really sure, to be honest. It started making weird noises and then just stopped working altogether.”
I shoot her a look.