Wrangler by Dani Wyatt

there.”
    “Well, Dove .” I emphasize the word, because it means so much more already than a simple white bird.  It takes on a life of its own.  “I can get your truck going here, but I’m wondering if you plan to thank me for the roses and for fixing it.”  My voice is playful, but I need things from her and I want her to need them from me too.
    Her eyes go wide and my gentle tug on her hand becomes a pull.  She slips down off the seat giving in to me and my entire body comes alive.
    Her feet hit the ground in front of me and I want to hold onto this moment.  She is all woman, her tits bountiful. That top is cut too low and then some, but there’s no better view in all the world.
    “Thank you?”  She mutters, unsure, and I like that she’s unsure.
    I grin. “Hmm.”  I snap my lips together.  “Not quite sure that’s good enough.” I lead her along behind me to the back of the truck.  I’m in heat and she’s giving me a wide-eyed, innocent look, but I see that twinkle in her eye, and the fuse she lit is burning down fast.
    “Well, maybe that’s all I have.”
    “Oh no, Dove, that is not all you have.”  The beast she’s awakened comes roaring to life, but I choke him back. 
    I am teetering between the urge to throw her down in the dirt and take what’s mine with all the fury of a caveman, and the civilized part of me that wants break her in gently.  She’s a fragile bird, I feel that, but this moment has once in a lifetime written all over it.
    “I have a boyfriend.”  She blasts me with both barrels with a direct hit to my heart.  But, just as quickly, my sixth sense kicks in, and I hear the slightest hesitation in her voice. 
    She’s lying.
    My steps toward the dark rear of the truck stay even and steady with her soft steps behind me. I took note of the feed sacks stacked two high and I’m a country boy. That is going to make a comfortable place for me to lay her back while I decide just how far this is going to go.  My instincts tell me I need to give her just a taste, not push too hard, no matter how much my dick would like to argue his case and go for the home run.
    “What’s his name?”  I take my free hand and unhitch the tailgate, settling it down before turning toward her. And for the first time since I got home I take off my ball cap, set it down on the open gate and rake my hand through my shoulder length hair. I only wish I was more presentable.
    For her.
    Her mouth is agape as I push back the hair that keeps falling forward, my other hand still bound to hers.
    “Jimmy,” she mutters, but it sounds more like a question than an answer. “His name’s Jimmy.”
    “Uh huh.  Well, Jimmy’s a fool for leaving you at that bar all alone.  If you were my girlfriend, I’d never let you out of my sight at a place like that.  And I sure as shit wouldn’t let you drive home alone.  He doesn’t sound like he knows what he’s got.”
    I look down to drink her in, the moonlight highlighting just the right spots and I see her tuck her toes together.  I love that shy, little girl air about her.  It’s not a game either, it’s her and she’s digging farther and farther into me with each moment.
    She tugs her lips to the side as I stare down her little white lie.  She’s lost her smile and I hate that, so I give her an out.
    “There’s no Jimmy.  You and I both know it, so I’ll let that one go.  Don’t lie to me again.” 
    “You’re awfully bossy.  Who says there will be an ‘again?’” 
    “I do. I say.”  My eyes don’t let hers go for a second.  “Just setting the ground rules so in the future you won’t make the same mistake.”  I’m as sure we have a future as I am that gravity will hold my feet in place. 
    My lips turn up as a spark of sass lights those doe brown eyes.
    “You say?  Were you dropped on your head as a child?  I don’t even know your name and you’re talking about a future?”  She can’t fight the smile that