Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
I relaxed and smiled. “My lips are sealed.”
Sam led Cletus over to us. “I think you’re all set. He and I had a little talk, and he should be a little less sassy now.”
Charlie went and took the reins, and eyed the previously surly horse. Now, he seemed to be docile. “Thanks. Nice meeting you, Clio. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.”
Sam hopped the fence again and grabbed the shaft from my hands. “Let’s fix that tractor, so you can go pick up your little man on time.”
Sexy, capable, and didn’t forget that my kid came first. Was I under his spell now like Cletus?
8
SAM
* * *
“I have a question,” Clio said as we walked side by side across the field to the tractor. Just being near her soothed my wolf, who’d been going nuts since the moment I first saw her.
Mine, he snarled at me.
Yeah, got the memo. Working on it.
“Shoot.” I itched to reach out and hold her hand, but I held the replacement shaft in one and her toolbox in the other. Besides, she didn’t want that.
“What’d you say to Cletus to get him to calm down?”
“That’s a secret between me and Cletus. Man talk and all that.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw she smiled, while her eyes were on the ground, watching her footing in the tall grass. Out in the field there was always a chance for a random rock or an animal hole tripping you up. The sun was high, and the air was warm but had a hint of fall. This would be the last grass harvest of the season once we had the baler on the back of the tractor up and running again.
She stayed quiet until we got to the tractor. She walked to the back of it and squatted down between the back tire and the attached baler.
I stood near her, taking the opportunity to study her. This was the first time I’d seen her out of her work coveralls. Today she wore a pair of denim overalls with a white tank beneath. It showed off her toned arms and her perfect curves. Wide hips and full, grippable ass. Those tits made my mouth water.
I shifted, so that my jeans were a little more comfortable. I wanted to reach down and adjust myself, but that wouldn’t go over well.
“The tractor starts, right?”
“Yes.”
“You said you hit a stump.”
“Yes.”
I’d seen a bunch of expressions flit across her face. The top one was annoyance, at least with me. I saw happiness when she looked at JT, fear when he’d been up on the rafter, curiosity when she talked to Dave the Dumbass. Now, she was serious.
“With a broken Power Take-Off shaft, your baler here won’t operate, which you already know.” She glanced across the field. “Based on the cut hay waiting, you made it this far.”
“That’s right.”
“Hand me the shaft?” She held her hand out.
Of course, my dirty, young mind leaped to me pulling down my jeans, whipping my dick out, and handing it to her. Coming from any other female’s lips, I’d think it was a come on.
I cleared my throat, wiping away the idea of her smaller hand wrapped around my dick.
“You can set my toolbox here.” She pointed beside her.
I did then settled in to watch.
She flipped open her metal lid and grabbed a screwdriver then set it against the old shaft.
“I’ll tell you what I said to Cletus if you tell me what you’re doing.”
She glanced up. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, the sheen of it almost as dark as Cletus’s.
“A deal?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, I’m using this screwdriver to pull the locking collar off. The PTO shaft is what transfers power from the tractor to the baler. It can break if it gets jammed or you hit something. You probably heard a loud bang followed by some grinding sounds.”
I wasn’t sure how the explanation of the usage and purpose of a tractor part could ever be considered sexy, but I was spellbound by her words. The sound of them. The assured competency porn. My wolf was hypnotized, and I was rock hard. My mate was smart. Whip smart and fast too. She had the old shaft off and sitting in the grass beside her as she kept right on explaining what she was doing.
I didn’t let on that I knew exactly how to change that part myself. I’d done it a half dozen times over the years.
She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. She was in her element out here. No issues with nature or getting her hands dirty. I imagined her on my land… our land. Fixing things. Helping me with my business, growing it. We’d have a bigger herd of bulls and–
“–and then, I’ll need to inspect the implement gearbox for additional damage.”