I’d seen some crazy ass shit in my time, along with learning to trust my gut more than a multi-million dollar piece of equipment. If my gut said run, I ran. That sixth sense had saved my life on more than one occasion. Who was I to judge this woman’s intuition, even if she called it mind reading?
“I don’t think you’re crazy,” I said simply. She grinned so wide, I thought of what else I could say to get her to flash me another one. “And what’s got you distracted?”
She shrugged and it made her breasts bounce. I was a bastard for noticing, but cut me some slack. I hadn’t gotten to see breasts on the regular for eight years. I was basically the maturity level of a teen boy. Her grin turned positively flirty, pushing her wide grin out of first place in the list of best grins on the planet.
“I was distracted by you and this whole macho man in a leather jacket thing you got going on,” she practically purred.
My chest puffed up with pride under her lustful gaze. The pig must not have liked that as it stuck his head out above the zipper and snorted. Fucking mood killer.
“I’m glad you see beyond the banana yellow scooter and the mini pig carrier.”
She did a little eyebrow waggle. “Just adds to your charm.”
Instinct told me to go for it. “Wanna grab a bite to eat and head to my place?”
Keva didn’t even answer me. She just swung her leg over the scooter and wrapped herself to my backside, her hands dangerously close to discovering that I was packing more than a pig underneath these clothes. I had a raging hard on that seemed outrageously out of place when the pig let out another snort and stomped his back foot right on the goods.
The tiny engine firing to life drowned out my groan. The mini pig was trying to cock block me from his new mama, but he didn't know who he was messing with. Staff Sergeant Lincoln Angelo didn’t stand down at the first sign of adversity.
However, the second sign of adversity came much quicker than I thought when the little scooter that couldn’t up and died right in the middle of the road a mile or two outside of Auburn Hill city limits.
“Oh no!” Keva climbed off, pulling the helmet off her head, hair flying everywhere. I wanted to smooth it down and then wrap it around my fist and drag her to my house. “Linc?”
Her gaze flew to me, trust shining there that I would know what to do about this turn of events. I climbed off too, kicking the yellow bastard for good measure. It let out a groan, then a puff of grey smoke from the tiny engine before tilting in slow motion and eventually settling on the gravel to the side of the road.
No use trying to get that thing to come back to life. I trusted my own two feet more than that heap of metal. I made sure the pig was secure in my jacket and turned my back to Keva. “Hop on.”
“What?” Her startled response had me wondering what type of men she’d been hanging out with here in this little town.
It was beyond obvious her feet hurt in those stupid boots that hid her calves. The leather was new and the wince with each step was a dead giveaway. I thought I could live to a hundred and still not understand why women wore ridiculous shoes they couldn’t walk in.
“You want to walk the whole way in those boots?” I asked over my shoulder.
Her cheeks went pink, but I had to give her credit for not arguing and postponing the inevitable any longer. She hopped on my back and I settled her legs around my waist before I took off down the road at a fast clip.
“You’re going to carry me all the way home?” Her lips brushed my ear as she spoke, the intimate contact causing a need to swell up in me so fiercely I briefly considered pulling off into the trees and having my way with her right then and there. I gritted my teeth and trudged on, picking up my pace.
“I’ve carried heavier ruck sacks for days on end in the desert. Pretty sure I can handle a mile with you and the pig.”
“Hmm,” she rumbled, the heat of her on my back making me break out into a sweat. Not from exertion, but from the sheer willpower of not spinning her around to my front so I could taste those lips again, pig be damned. “Does that mean you’re in the military?”
“Was,” I bit out, not wanting to get into that right now. No offense to the pretty girl on my back, but the spark of attraction I felt for her was just that. A spark that would flair hot tonight and then burn out by morning. Talking about my time in the military was not part of the deal when I suggested dinner and my place.
Keva remained blessedly silent the rest of the way to my house. Once inside, I put her down and handed over the pig who’d somehow fallen asleep while I walked.
“Be right back.” I left her in my living room without even a chair to sit in. Several cardboard boxes kept her company while I headed to the kitchen to pick up the phone and dial for pizza takeout. Half meat lovers, half cheese in case she was some crazy ass vegetarian.
“You really are new in town, aren’t you?” Keva’s voice came from the living room the minute I hung up the phone.
I found her spinning around, taking in the house I’d rented, sight unseen. Bain had checked it out for me and given it his stamp of approval. That was good enough for me.
“Yeah. Moved here today, in fact.”
Keva spun back to me, her mouth making the cutest little “o” as she stared at me. “You moved here today, and you just spent four hours helping me round up cats, save a mini pig, and gave me a ride to the city?”
I shrugged like it was no big deal and it wasn’t. I didn’t have a job lined up yet so why not spend the day with a pretty girl? Keva’s eyes darkened and she didn’t take them off me as she sat the pig down on the ground. She bit her bright red bottom lip and that thread of lust that had been there all afternoon lit to an inferno.
“Keva,” I warned as she sauntered around me in a full circle, her finger tracing along my chest, my arm, my back, and around to my chest again.
She went up on tiptoes and whispered in my ear, “We have twenty minutes until the pizza is here. What can you do to me in twenty minutes, Linc?”
All the blood in every vein and artery in my body converged in my dick the very moment she took her lips away from my ear. I didn’t wait a single second to outline what I could do. I’d bet a hundred dollars I could get at least one orgasm out of her in twenty minutes.
Bending down, I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, hustling out of the living room and into my bedroom. Fortunately, I had a mattress on the floor. No sheets or a headboard, but at least her back would be against something soft when I pounded into her. She squeaked when she landed on the mattress, the noise turning into a giggle. I tugged on her boots hard, sliding them both off at the same time and tossing them over my shoulders. Next up were the jeans practically painted onto her gorgeous body. She lifted her hips to help me while piking up to whip her sweater over her head. She laid back in a black bra that wasn’t lacy or racy in any way, but even so, I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything prettier in this whole wide world.
“Fuck, Keva,” I grumbled out loud, taking her in and wondering how the hell I got so lucky on my first day in town. Looked like things were finally turning around for me.
“Yes, please!” she said enthusiastically and then giggled some more.
Remembering the time constraints, I grabbed my shirt behind my head and ripped it off. The jeans and boots could wait. I sniffed, smelling her perfume and the faint trace of her arousal that permeated the air. The growl that crept up my chest and out of my throat was unavoidable, born from years of pent up frustration. I shoved her knees apart far rougher than I should have, and I could have wept at seeing her bared before me. Fuck, I loved pussy.