Well Tuned by Mary Winter
erotic contemporary romance
Release Date: 02/23/17
Length: short story
After being laid off from her job with the National Park Service, the last thing Rose wanted to do was call her dad and have him come get her and her stalled truck. When Brodie comes to the rescue, not only does she discover that he has his own garage, but that a lot of things have changed since she’d walked away all those years ago, starting with his newfound maturity and commitment to her parents’ farm. The problem is she’s never been the kind of woman who built a relationship solely on good sex, no matter how very very good it was, and could be again.
Rose Marie McCutchin slammed the hood down on her ’03 Dodge Ram and patted the dusty chrome. Sputter. Sputter. Dead. She replayed the symptoms over in her mind to counter her growing frustration. Ten miles from her parents’ farm, which was too damn far to walk in this August heat.
With a heavy sigh she walked to the driver’s side and reached in for her cell phone. “Why, Jade, why? We were so close. Why couldn’t you wait?” The truck didn’t answer, so she might as well call her parents, though she’d hoped her return would be a surprise. “Call Mom,” she told the iPhone and blinked back the sting of tears.
“Calling Mom,” Siri’s cool voice sounded back.
A male hand tapped the screen and said, “cancel.” He took a step forward and turned to lean on her open car door. “Hey darlin’ Rose.” His voice slid over her nerve endings with the power of a caress.
Her breath caught with the onslaught of memories, many of them made in the back of this very pickup. She inhaled, steadied her nerves, and looked up only to find herself way too close to Brodie Callahan.
His blue eyes held concern. “Jade give up on you?” He brushed his finger across her chin. “Want me to take a look?”
“Yeah.” She focused on her truck, her pride and joy. “I’m at a loss, and I really don’t want to call dad.” She grinned. “I’m not a teenager with a flat anymore.”
His gaze swept down her body, lingering on valley between her breasts revealed by her low-cut tank top. Sweat plastered it to her body. “No, not a flat.”
The husky note to his voice made her wet. She glanced at his lips, at the hint of stubble on his chin. The remembered feel of it scraping across her breasts, her stomach, then her inner thighs, as they lay beneath the stars made her breath catch. She flattened her hand on his chest, the muscle firm beneath her palm. His worn Mizzou shirt was soft, the hint of his warm, masculine smell making the memories all too real.
“Brodie.” She didn’t move, couldn’t move. Need hummed through her body. Jade’s problems didn’t matter. The truck was here, could provide the place for her to sate the desires rising in her body. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, darlin’.” He kissed her as if it’d been 10 minutes rather than years since they’d seen each other.
The warm, insistent press of his mouth against hers unfurled warmth deep inside her. She curled her fingers against his chest, her arm wrapping around his ribs as she swayed against him. Her mouth opened and the hot dip of his tongue into her mouth made her moan.
When the kiss ended, neither moved. Her heart pounded; her breathing ragged. Slowly, she became aware they were on the narrow shoulder of a state highway. No traffic came by—it wasn’t like this was a busy place—but someone could see her. And everyone knew her family. “The truck?”