Jaded Hearts (26 page)

He eased his pickup to a crawl as he
approached her car. She was so engrossed with working the wrench;
she didn’t notice him until his headlights were shining down on
her. Finn sucked in a deep breath and groaned at the site of her up
close. The thin cotton tank top she was wearing was plastered to
her body, and her plump tits were on full display. He had been
dreaming about how those lovely mounds would feel in his hand, and
how good his cock would feel buried deep inside of her. Living in
such close quarters with a woman who wore pajamas meant for a ten
year old, with her tight behind barely concealed, had turned him
into a sex crazed monster. It was the buzz his body went into
whenever she was near him. The way her scent lingered in the air
whenever she passed. Damn, he wanted her so bad.

They locked eyes, and for a moment, Finn
swore he saw what he was feeling reflected in hers. Right before
she let relief flood her features. For some reason that pleased
him. He liked that the sight of him gave her relief. Killing the
lights on his truck, he took a few moments to adjust his crotch and
compose himself before jumping out.

Sylvia dropped the tool in her hand,
conceding her defeat to the flat, and making room for Finn to
crouch next to her. She tried to ignore the way his musky man scent
made her dizzy with excitement. The ache between her thighs was
almost unbearable and she squeezed them together, desperately
trying to take the edge off. What was it about him that made her
feel so wanton? Oh, it could be the fact that he was a 6’2 walking
advertisement of muscle and brawn. His dark blond hair was
perpetually on the verge of unruly and taunted her to sink both
hands in and pull. His amber colored eyes always regarded her
thoughtfully, and the few times she’d heard his deep baritone voice
it had made her feel warm inside.  Today he wore a navy
t-shirt that was stretched across his well-defined chest, and a
pair of thoroughly worn jeans. The way his thighs bulged underneath
the light blue denim made her want to reach out and touch.

“
So, I have a flat,” she nervously
stated the obvious.

“
I see that,” he replied softly. His
grin bringing attention the deep dimple in his cheek. Sylvia forced
herself to look away. He was overwhelming.

“
Well the good news is your donut
looks good, and you have all the right tools here,” he said with a
wink. Pure heat surged between them, and to be on the safe side he
added, “Why don’t you wait in the truck? I’ll be done in no time at
all.”

It was the most Finn had ever said to her
all at once, and Sylvia was dumb struck. Part of her wanted to sit
right there in all her hot, bug infested glory, but the other part
knew that she would just spend the time embarrassing herself by
staring at him. At least the truck was cool and she could watch him
covertly. Dusting off her hands, she smiled at him before she got
up and walked away. Was she imagining the feel of his eyes on her?
Should she turn around to see if he was watching? Yes. Fuck! He was
watching, and the way his eyes darkened on her made her gasp
slightly before turning away.

Shaking his head, Finn returned his
attention to the matter at hand. He’d been caught eye fucking her
ass while she walked away, and that wasn’t good. He stayed away
from Sylvia for this exact reason. She was too tempting. The
perfect mixture of naive and sexy. Bold but demure. And she wanted
him, too. He could see it in her eyes, the way her breathing always
increased around him, and the way her cheeks flushed anytime he
looked at her. Every single one of those responses made him want to
take a taste, to find out if she was as good as he imagined. What
he shouldn’t be doing was fantasizing about her. His mother would
kill him if he ruined things for her.

Harry Davis, Sylvia’s father, was helping to
get the ranch back on track and his mother genuinely seemed to love
him. Finn liked him enough, but he was much too old for a new
daddy. So he distanced himself from his new ‘family’. He did his
work around the ranch, and stayed away from his irresistible
stepsister, now sitting in his truck and probably watching him as
he worked. Finn resisted the urge to look up. He’d deal with Sylvia
later.

For the next ten minutes Finn worked on that
tire, while Sylvia watched him. Knowing that it would only cause
her to sink deeper into her obsession. The brute force he used to
work the jack was more than she could bear, and the delicate
tension he used to tighten the lug nuts made her long to feel him
touch her that same way. There were no feelings of shame for her
forbidden thoughts about Finn. She was too far gone. Only the
undeniable desire to have her body used by his remained. Judging
from the hunger in his eyes when he looked at her, he felt the same
way. She wanted him. Needed to have him. There was no way around
it. For months she tried to deny her attraction, but right now her
desire was so strong she could taste it. Little granules of lust
for Finn, on her tongue. Sylvia watched as he finished up, putting
the flat and all of her tools back into her trunk before making his
way to the truck, wondering if he wanted her as bad.

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