I nod. “Good plan. And for real, seventy in the middle of winter.”
She flashes me a wide grin. “Welcome back to Tennessee, DumbleDee man.”
“WTF, man. WTF.”
She makes a face. “Did that new phrase come with the car? You know you can just say ‘What the fuck,’ right?”
A chuckle tickles my throat. “Shut up! You know you love my car.”
She laughs. “It’s pretty sexy, but I can’t let go of the fact that I fear you may start wearing muscle shirts and get a spray tan. You’ve already got the ’roid muscles and tats.”
I holler out with laughter. “You’re on a roll!”
She giggles, and I love the sound. I especially love how her nose wrinkles when she laughs. “I know. Your mom set me up good. I’ve had hours to think these up.”
Our laughter fills the car as we drive to the shop. Any other guy would be offended by Ally, but I happen to love her sense of humor. It matches mine. “I’ll have to thank my mom for that.”
“She really is the MVP of today.”
I shake my head. She crosses her legs as she keeps laughing. Of course, I notice since all I can see are her milky white legs and the definition in her thighs from her muscles. Her shorts are short, but her warm-up jacket is long. Usually, it would cover the part of her thighs that is showing, but thankfully for me, it’s not at the moment.
Which makes the drive to the shop real, real hard.
We arrive sooner than I expected, thankfully. Don’t think my cock could handle those thighs much longer. As we get out, I lock up and start to walk toward her. She adjusts her shorts, which show way too much of the back of her thighs for my uncontrollable cock to handle. On an exhale, I ask, “Could your shorts be any shorter? I thought you couldn’t wear your Spanx outside?”
She gives me a dry look. “Whoa, stalker. These aren’t Spanx. And why are you looking at my shorts?”
“How can I not? Your ass is falling out!”
She quickly moves her hands to the back of her shorts, a shocked look on her face. Her cheeks are filling with color, and holy hell, she’s beautiful. “It is not! Why are you looking?”
“Ally, I can’t ignore your thighs and ass when they are on display.”
She blinks and narrows her gaze. “Wait, are you checking me out?”
I throw up my palms. “Whoa, crazy. Tuck it back in. That’s a long shot. I’m just making an observation and trying to save you from the horndog men who will check you out!” Her eyes drop to my crotch, and I quickly cup my junk so she can’t tell I’m hard.
Because, of course, I’m hard.
It’s her ass, for fuck’s sake.
“Jesus, Ally! Did you look at my cock?” I squeal, and her eyes widen, her eyeballs almost coming out of her head as her mouth gapes.
Then, we’re in a standoff. Her holding her ass, and me holding my balls. I have no clue what she is thinking, but for me, I really wish I could be the one holding her ass and her holding my balls. That would be a damn good time, but then I remember who I am thinking of.
I let go of my balls and hold up my hands. “Okay, that escalated.”
“Um. Yeah,” she says sharply. “Don’t look at my ass.”
“Fine. Don’t look at my cock.”
A blush fills her cheeks. “I didn’t.”
“You did.”
She lets out a huff and then starts for the door.
And I watch that ass sway with no guilt whatsoever.