It is that obvious.
“Still gotta drive my last monster truck home tonight,” I say.
She looks up at me. “I could ride back with you. Or, hey, even try my hand at driving it. I’ve only had one drink.”
I smile. That’s her. Fearless and always an adorable pain in the ass.
“It can’t be that hard to drive,” she insists, walking a fingernail up my neck.
Shit, shit. She’s going to make me drop dead from blueberry balls right here on the dance floor.
“What, because I drive it?” I toss back, swallowing so hard my throat squeaks. “’Scuse me.”
She laughs, pushing at my chest.
The sound makes me smile.
“You still want to one-up me and Marty at everything, don’t you?” I growl, turning her to face the wall so I can pinch her ass.
When she spins around to look at me again, her smile widens, coy and teasing.
“Anything you can do, I can do better,” she whispers. Leaning closer, she adds, “Almost anything, I mean. Standing up to pee doesn’t work. I’m not sure what I’d do if I was built like a train down there...”
Hell. Even when she’s talking silly, a single word about my dick douses me in napalm.
Her blunt honesty is just one of the things I’ve always loved.
If only I could tell her.
If only I could let this dance, this whole night, be the start of something that would end with a whole brood of my kids in her and coming home to her every night.
If only I wasn’t fucking me.
“Okay, Miss Curiosity. You want to drive it, I’ll let you.”
“You will?” She blinks at me slowly.
“Yep. But you put a single scratch on that thing, and I will beat your gorgeous ass. We’re talking you flung over my knee, panties down to your knees while I tan you raw. And that’s just the start of your apology.”
The whimper sailing out of her as her eyelids flutter shut barely sounds human.
Holy frigging shit.
I’m half tempted to make her clip a bush just so I can hear the noises she’d make if I did a fraction of that.
With her arms around my neck, I squeeze her hips.
When she releases me, she mutters, “Okay then. Let’s go.”
I’m about to say the song isn’t over till I hear the last of it fading into the night. I’m so drunk on this girl I’d probably get the year wrong if anybody asked.
“Got it.”
We stop by the table briefly. Shel has everyone laughing at her excitement over driving my truck.
“Just give me a ten-minute head start to warn the patrols,” Drake says, winning another round of gut-busting laughs.
Everyone wants to see the send-off, including Faye and Thelma, so we make our way over to where my prize beast is parked. I give her a quick tutorial of how to drive the monster truck, including how the steering is different due to the oversized tires.