Turning the faucet on and giving the water a few seconds to gather heat, I stripped. Testing the water before getting in, letting out a wonderful of joy as the hot water relaxed me. Doing everything from washing my hair to shaving my legs, I stepped out squeaky clean. Yes a shower was just what I needed, and now with the sleepy feeling crawling all over me I was ready for that bed.

    Stepping into the hallway, his smell of man and beast permeated the small area. Gulping as I took a slow look around. But still he wasn’t making his large timber size present. Frustrated once again, I closed my bedroom door. Curling into my bed, feeling the need to just forget….even though me, myself and I knew that would never happen.

The next morning I opt to go back into town, I needed my own truck. This asking for a ride wasn’t going to fly with me. Plus with something to work on, I could keep my mind entertained. Without thinking of my dangerous yet stunning roomie. With a long black plaid shirt and tight dark washed jeans, I left the safe haven of my room.
    There sitting at the kitchen table was a shirtless, confident man. Sipping coffee and looking like a god. Gulping as I felt him slowly lift his eyes to my body. Gees I feel so self-conscious around this guy.

    Your over thinking. I though as I grabbed a cup pouring coffee for myself. Standing behind him, gave me a small advantage. Without his piercing eyes following my every move, I could study him better.
    You just want to see what he looks like naked. Rolling my eyes at myself. Another sip of coffee, as his back muscles rippled with his growing size. Standing to his full height, he seriously towered over me. Quickly averting my eyes, I needed to make it look like I wasn’t just checking him out.
    But you were.

Anymore of him next to me, and I was going to crack. Literally. The mug he drank from, was placed into the sink. A heat wave came over me, faster then I could shift into third. Then like a thunderstorm he spoke. Almost taking his time with each, heart throbbing word.
    “I’m going into town, you need a lift?”

Ohh if he only knew. I purred unknowingly to myself.

    “Yes” Nodding while keeping a somewhat healthy balance of space between us. With no more spoken, he vanished like a ghost. Exited the air from my lungs, I didn’t realize I had been holding. Placing my mug to his, I felt the strings pulling. Something about our mugs touching had me feeling the tightening of my thighs.

    “Ready?” He barked, making me just about jump out of my skin. Nodding I hustled to the truck. Pulling myself into the passenger seat, keeping my eyes on the window. The engine roared, pulling out. The radio playing softly in the background, passing a few houses along the way. Finally the town came into view, a store kind of like a home depot was were he parked.
    “You need a ride back?” Killing the engine, while turning to me.
    “Aww no thank” Getting out faster then a baby deer from the claws of a cougar. Power walking to the closest auto place. Walking into the small building, two car lifts were empty. Tools and oil stains covered the concrete floor. Pictures of half naked woman on cars dripping all over the just as stained walls. A pillow white smoke puffing out from the back.
    “Hello?” Heading to the back.

    “Yea, were closed” An old guff voice snapped back.
    “Yea I’m not here to get a car fixed” Getting pissed. His head poked around the corner, looking to see who just had enough balls to snap at him in his shop.
    “Ray?” He asked flicking the smoke to the road.
    “Yea” Not sure who the hell he was.
    “Its Bobby” Taking a step in. His face was dirty with a little oil spot on his left cheek.
    “Bobby Tanner?” Cocking my head to the side.
    “That I am” Grinning.

    “Holy shit, your still alive” Laughing as he frowned at me,
    “Watch it missy, I’m still young enough to put a hurtin on you”
    “Sure yea are. How are you” Now standing face to face.
    “Good, tired but good” Rubbing his neck.
    “Well I need a car bobby”
    “A car you say. What were you looking for?” Taking a few steps away, beaconing for me to follow him.

    “Fast, powerful” He stopped giving me a once over before nodding and continuing. Bobby wasn’t just the mechanic of this town he was also the junk yard guy and the only auto dealer for miles.
    “I got a nice Eclipse, and a Celiac you might like” I groaned. Girl toys.
    “Bobby when I said fast I also said powerful. I don’t need a rice burner.” Folding my arms.
    “Ummm well the only thing I got remotely close to what you could be looking for is a beat up old 70s style mustang.” My ears perked up. I’ve always been a mustang girl, something about them gets my blood going.

    “Show me” He nodded and took me into the junk yard. Passing sad car after sadder car, he finally stopped at what could only be described as a said excuse for a stang.
    “Bobby that’s sad looking” Walking around the car.
    “I told yea it was old”

    “Old is an understatement, this poor thing need a fucking surgery.” Frowning as I opened the drivers side door, popping the hood. Walking back to the front, lifting her up. My eyes twinkled when I saw the amount of horse power thing baby had. Someone had tweaked her to the point of deadly, and she was now worth way more then I thought.
    “I’ll take her, but I need to have access to your shop and tools.” Dropping the hood.
    “You want this?” Pointing at the car.

    “Yea, why not. Its not like I don’t have some free time.” Shrugging.
    “Alright lets go in and agree on a price, along with shop fees.” Following him, we settled on an okay price along with me being able to use anything on the property. Popping the car into neutral, I pushed her all the way to the shop. Moving her over the lift, pushing the up button. Rolling up my sleeves, and grabbing a few tools.

I started on the things that needed to be replaced, like the struts and shocks. New breaks, and head lights. The clutch was all twisted like someone tried to push this baby into four without going threw all the gears. New spark plugs, a good cleaning on the inside, before I started in on all the fluids. Flushing out all the crap that had built up over the years of just stilling out there. Rubbing the back of my arm over my forehead, tapping the wrench over my shoulder.
    “Ray?” Turning while looking up, I saw Derek.
    “Hey” Nodding once. He walked in, stopping next to me.
    “Don’t tell me old man Bobby hired you?”
    “No” Laughing. “We made a deal.”
Tossing the wrench into the tool bin. Lowering the car, watching as the tires slowly pushed back into their spots.

    “You made a deal?”
    “Yea, this is mine now” Tapping the mustang. His eyes traveled over the car, shaking his head.
    “Crazy girl” Laughing. I shrugged it off, getting in. Taking a deep breath, as I turned the key. She roared coming back to life. Squealing I was excited, I tapped the steering wheel. Bobby walked out from his office, looking surprised.
    “You got it to start?”
    “Sure did” Riving the engine. Walking back into his office, Derek was all smiles. Driving it out into the sunshine, I was planning on washing her off. Taking the key out, closing the door.
    “You should go to the race” He said getting a better look at the car.
    “A race?”

    “Yea we have a friendly race, on Tuesdays” Slipping his hands into his jeans.
    “A friendly race?” Raising my brow.
    “Haha yea sounds silly, but its to let the younger group blow off some steam.” Nodding I could see that, not much else to do out here. Grabbing the hose pulling it to the car. A clean bucket and a few drops of car wash. After the bucket was filled, I headed back inside.
    “Where you going?” Watching me leave.

    “I need to change, it’s a hot one today” Which even surprised me, being it was still kind of winter here. Flipping out my knife, cutting the jeans. Creating jean shorts that would of cost me about 34 dollars in NYC. Who new looking like a southern girl would cost so much. Grabbing a white t that was one of Bobby’s custom made shirts, tying it into a knot. Pulling my hair into a high pony, before stepping out. My cowboy boots kicked up dust, Derek licking his lips eyeing me.
    “Sexy”
    “Keep dreaming” Patting his shoulder. Grabbing the hose and watering down the car. Hearing a chair grind against the ground, my attention turned to a sitting Derek. Laughing as he stared at my ass.

"Pervert”
    “Hey a free show is a free show love” Leaning his arm on the chairs arm. After I had soaked the car, I grabbed the rag shaking it in the soapy water. As the day progressed, more and more people started coming out. And just like back home men slowly started to come out of the wood work. Slowly as they drove by, or just stopping altogether. I watched as a few younger boys walked into a telephone pole. Chuckling as I continued washing my car.
    “That’s why I’m sitting” Derek chuckling, behind me.
    “Ray” Bobby glaring at me out of the office.
    “What?” Turning around, with his logo shirt dripping wet.
    “Never mind” Turning back.

~Dalton’s Pov~


I had just gathered more nails and wood for the fence in the lower pasture. Mrs. Sandy had said it was in serious need of repair. As I loaded the back of the truck, my ears picked up on her name.
    “Ray’s at Bobby’s covered in soap” Grinning like a fifteen year old boy would, at the thought of a wet girl.

    “Really? Shit lets go” His buddy croaked, still not fully able to find his new voice. Grumbling I knew this spelt trouble. Walking the short distance to Bobby’s shop, I walked past the post office. Her bent over self was defiantly wet. Swallowing as I seriously have to stop catching her bent over. Her jeans were now shorts, riding close to being less then a thong. Water dripping with soap all over her legs, trailing into cowboy boots. Her white shirt tied at her lean stomach, it should have been see threw at this point.

    The shirt didn’t even do its job, her black push up grabbing the thin white fabric. Moving her arms around as the soap grew thicker with each passing swipe. Moving over the hood, stretching out to get every inch of the mustang. County music was her humming pleasure, as those long legs spread apart. As if that didn’t do it for me, she turned around ringing out the rag over her chest.

    Ohh for the love of god….

If she wasn’t soaked, she was now. The end of her hair dripping as it whipped back and forth, while she bent down cleaning the wheels. Slipping her fingers in and out of the spokes, I shuttered thinking I could be doing that to her. To many people were watching as she ignored them. Derek on the other hand, had no shame sitting and watching her every move. Further pissing me off.
    I swear she had been cleaned better then the car. Taking the long hose twisting the nozzle, the water shot out. The mist covering her face, letting water droplets fall off eyelashes. The boots twisting around in the mud, dancing to the music as she attempted to rise the car. Swinging her hips, side stepping as the beat rocked her deep down.

“Country girls shake for me…. girl, shake it for me.”  Sliding the hose between her legs, hitting everything from the car to herself. Watching as if I were the only one she was doing this for, her body glistening in the heat. Watching as she walked around the car, those thick breast bouncing as they dared to come out on their own. Licking my parched lips, I took another step.

    “Hey Ray you missed a spot” Derek yelled, laughing as she aimed the hose at him.
    “Huss up boy. Let a girl have some fun” Giggling as she washed the rest of the soap from the car. The newly washed car was nothing compared to her newly washed skin. Derek entered my vision as she shut the water off, his arm pulling her to him. My hair rose at him lacing his fingers threw her belt lopes.
    “So you gunna let me take you out?” He was practically begging her. Taking another step closer, I had this need to pull her away from him. Making her that much closer to me.
    “Derek, your sweet. But your not my type” Pushing away from him.
    “Then what’s your type” Wiggling his brows. She laughed at his pathetic excuse for a pick up line.
    “Not a womanizer” Walking back into the shop. He kicked the dirt, like a spoiled child who finally was told no. Stepping back into the sun, her original shirt back on. But the jean shorts still hugged her tightly.

    “You going to the race?” Trying to get her attention again.
    “Maybe” Shrugging as she pulled open the door. Checking my watch, I had spent the better part of the day in town. Sighing I needed to get back home, and start working. The mustang roared, as she pulled away.