Stroker (Big Bull Mechanics Book 2) by K.M. Neuhold

Author:K.M. Neuhold [Neuhold, K.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-01T16:00:00+00:00

TALLAHASSEE

There’s always a reason not to do something? Try dozens of reasons. Hundreds maybe. Steele is a genuine concern. If he finds out, there will be a blow up. But he’s the least of my worries. How about the fact that Gates and I live together, which means this is bound to get messy quickly? Or the explosive chemistry between us. At first glance, that should go in the ‘pro’ column, but all it does is make me too stupid to think straight when Gates is around. Can’t forget to add to the list that he’s so irresponsible, he couldn’t even be bothered to sign our divorce papers.

I take a sip of my coffee and then set it in the cup holder and sneak a quick glance at Gates in the passenger side with his seat reclined back, the late morning sun bathing his face, his eyes closed and a placid smile on his lips. His damn lips, which are still just a little bit swollen from my mouth on his.

He’s funny as hell, that one goes in the pro column. And life is never boring with him around. I swallow hard and drag my eyes back to the road ahead. Who am I kidding? No mental pro/con list is going to change my mind. I knew what I was doing when I pulled him into my tent last night. We could have run to the car to wait out the storm, each of us a respectable distance apart, keeping our hands to ourselves. I knew where things were going to lead, and I did it anyway.

Hell, if I was really trying to resist him, I would have kicked him out of my bedroom yesterday morning instead of following him on this adventure. But I’ve never been very good at saying no to Gates, and I know I’m not going to start now.

“Oh hey, stop there.” He points at a farm stand up ahead. I smile and ease off the gas.

“I forgot what it’s like to drive anywhere with you. Every two feet there’s somewhere you’re dying to stop.” I pull onto the shoulder, and he hops out. I check for any cars and then do the same.

“Is that a problem?” Gates rests his arms on the top of the car, grinning at me.

“Nah, I’m not in any rush to get home.”

“Good, neither am I.”

It’s well into the afternoon by the time I pull into my regular parking space in front of my building. On top of what we left with, we also have a basket of fruit, a few packages of cheese, and some other random items Gates insisted on stopping for along the way. We also took a detour to see a giant ball of twine and to take a short hike at Devil’s Lake.

All in all, the hour and a half drive home took nearly five hours, but I’m not complaining. Nothing with Gates is ever simple or straightforward, but it’s always fun.

We head up to the apartment and Nigel screams in greeting as soon as he sees us.

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