Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Almost there,” she agrees. My legs hit snow, the sweatpants doing nothing against the cold and wet. At least I had enough sense to put on a jacket and boots, or I’d really be cold.
“Yep, I’m going to get the rest of the way out and help you up, okay?” Carsynn doesn’t respond. “Need you to talk to me, fairy,” I nudge.
“What? Oh yeah. I’m good with whatever.” Her teeth chatter, and that’s the end of going slow. I make quick work until I’m out of the car, losing her hands on my body in the process, and squat down waiting for Carsynn to crawl out.
“Oh wow,” she greets me on her hands and knees, eyes on the outline of my dick. Fuck, I really didn’t think this through. My gray sweatpants are soaked, plastered to my body, and now she’s getting one hell of a show.
“Come on, babe. Let’s get you in the truck.” I stand up, taking her with me. She’s no sooner on her feet, and I’m lifting her up and in my arms, carrying her to my truck.
“I-I-I…” Carsynn stammers. “Can I get a few things out of my car? It’s silly, I know, but it’s my stuff.”
“Let me get you in the truck, and I’ll go back for whatever you need. Give me a list.” I hope it’s not a lot of things because we really need to get back to the house.
“Oh, um, my purse, phone if you can find it, and there’s a bag with a pair of sneakers in it. The whole reason I’m in this situation to begin with. I was finally able to afford a nice pair of shoes, only it’s costing me my car. I’m so stupid.” My lips graze her forehead. There’s going to be some talking in the near future, particularly about her calling herself stupid.
“You got it.” It’s a slippery slope up the embankment, a few backtracks of sliding and planting my feet one in front of the other. Once I’m on the asphalt, I’m able to move a bit faster. My truck door is still wide open. Rookie fucking move, letting the heated air out when it could be warm inside for her.
“Thank you, Gabe. Bernie said you were the best. He wasn’t wrong.” Carsynn lets out a tired yawn as we make it to the truck.
“You can thank me later. Right now, let’s get us home.” I open the door, offload the tiny fairy into the seat, and grab the spare jacket from the back seat to cover her up. “Be right back.”
I cuss the entire time I run back to her car. When I was helping her out of the wreck, I wasn’t thinking. This second trip could have been spared if I had grabbed her stuff along the way. Now I’m worried that by the time we get on the road, even my truck is going to struggle, and it’s made for this shit weather. “Fuck,” I grunt. Her purse and bag were easy to locate. The phone I have to search around for, and when I see it smashed to hell, I know it’s toast. I’ll have to see if I’ve got an extra in the drawer. The company is always getting replacements for the guys when they go out on the road. Most of the time, they come back with a busted screen or soaked in water. Still, I grab it just the same. The SIM card will make it easier for her to get a loaner, if nothing else. I’m out of the destroyed car and back at the truck as fast as I can.
“You good?” I ask, climbing into the driver's seat, closing the door, and cranking the heat up as high as it can go. I had the forethought to turn on the seat heaters when I left my house, so at least I didn’t lose all my few brain cells tonight.
“Yeah. My car, I can’t leave it there.” She looks out at the window, giving me only a side profile.
“Baby, your car is totaled, and it can stay there until the weather passes. I’ll grab the tow truck and see what we can do.” I conduct another quick sweep of her body to make sure nothing is worse for the wear. Carsynn’s scraped and bruised, along with what I’m sure will be a killer headache as soon as her adrenaline comes down.
“Add it to the list of things I always lose.” My hand reaches for hers. Our fingers entwine. She doesn’t pull away, and for that I’m grateful. I think we both need a little bit of comfort after tonight.
11
CARSYNN
I’m comfortable, really comfortable, almost too much, and I have no problem scooting my body into the warmth behind me. I can’t remember the last time I slept this deeply and woke up not freezing without a pile of blankets on top of me. In fact, I’m almost too hot. I don’t open my eyes. Instead, I move my leg out of the covers, needing some kind of moving air on my heated flesh. What I don’t expect is to feel a leg on top of mine, pinning me to the mattress. It’s heavy, hairy, and a heater much like the rest of the man lying beside me. Everything comes flying back, my eyes fly open, and somehow, I manage to remain stone-cold still.