Wilde Love (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 6)

Did the woman have a clue how fucking hot she was? Watching her, he doubted it. “Why?”

“Being a full-time student for the past seven years, I’ve had to do a lot of things to save money. Surprise you, Drake?”

“Some.” He wondered what other surprises this girl had up her sleeves. “Belts look good. Fluids are fine.”

“I changed my oil only two days ago.” She was close enough for him to get a whiff of her scent of warm honey and clover. He realized that his nose had to be connected to his dick somehow, since the message of her sweet-smelling notes made his cock rock hard. “If it turns out to be the starter, I’m going to have to wait on changing my brakes.”

“You can change your own brakes?”

“That and a whole lot more, cowboy.”

“I look forward to finding out about the more.”

She frowned. “How much longer?”

Drake wondered...“I want to try to jump-start your car just to rule the battery out as the problem.”

Charly shrugged.

After getting her to turn the key a couple of times with his jumper cables attaching her battery to his, Drake knew the beautiful would-be home mechanic was right about the starter. After unhooking the cables, he closed the hood. “We need to tow you to the garage in Elko. Let me get my chains—”

“Don’t need them,” Charly said, holding her own set. “Keep them in the trunk for these kind of occasions.” Then, without waiting for him, she crawled under her front bumper, obviously with no care about keeping her clothes out of the dirt. Her upper half disappeared, leaving her lower half in the whi

te, tight jeans for him to enjoy without hesitation.

He was so tempted to crawl down and pull off her pants to see the pretty pussy he knew was behind the denim. That vision caused his cock to extend more to the almost painful.

Damn, if all prenuptial tasks were this good, he’d have to give some serious thought to ditching his saddle and spurs for a wedding planner’s clipboard.