We walk into the garage and he straddles the Harley. I look down to my shoes, “Maybe next time.” I push the button on the side wall and the garage door opens. Hunter steps up next to me and I toss him my keys. When we reach the side of the townhouse, my baby comes into view.
“No fucking way,” he says and picks up his pace. “This yours?” I can’t help but smile as he admires my prize possession. A charcoal grey 1967 Ford Mustang with black raven stripes down the middle. Mint fucking kick ass condition.
“What’s it got the baby six cylinder? It’s automatic too, right?” His snobby remark stops me dead in my tracks. With attitude I cock my hip out. “Fuck, no. Don’t insult me.” Hunter looks over surprised.
“My baby has a V-8. With a three-twenty horsepower and four speed manual transmission with dual exhaust.” He shakes his head. Yeah I know my shit. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Just because I have tit’s doesn’t mean I’m not knowledgeable of all things.
We step closer and he clicks the key fob, which I upgraded last year and pulls open the passenger door. I slide in and love the smell of the fresh detailed leather.
Hunter sits and moves the seat back for his long legs to fit. “Yup, plenty of room in here too,” I say with a light hearted laugh. He pushes the key in and the engine roars to life. The thrill never gets old.
He glances down at the stick shift and takes hold of the skull with glowing red eyes. I watch as his hand wraps around the silver boned face. Then he notices my toy.
The little red button isn’t hidden, but it is illegal, technical issue. He runs his fingertip over the words that circle around it, “Go baby, go?” I giggle, “Nitrous, we can play another day, I’m hungry.”
HUNTER
This car is every man’s wet dream, and my little spit fire owns it. Go figure. She’s quick with the lip and sexy as hell in those black fuck me shoes. And she’s right, there is plenty of room for fucking in these bucket seats.
The thought of her with someone else doesn’t sit well with me. I glance over as I shift gears. “Are we still going with it?” I ask and she nods.
“It has to be this way until you leave or decide you don’t want protection anymore,” she explains.
I drive up the coast and take in the salt air. She’s relaxed back in her seat, window open and her feet rest on the windowsill near the side view mirror.
She clicks the radio on and turns the volume up, toes tap as she sings along to the Boss himself. “Nice choice,” I mention. “It’s the only boss I listen too.” She smiles and damn if my heart didn’t skip a beat, another thing in common.
To her surprise I pull into a scenic outlook rest stop. It has a picnic area which overlooks the city. At the end of the parking lot is my buddy Jax’s food truck. Danica pushes the door open and steps out of the car. It’s a beauty and the owner’s not bad either. “I feel overdressed.” She says and dusts her pants off. “You look great.” I take her hand and lead the way.
“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” Jax sticks his hand through the window and we shake. “Jax, I’d like you to meet Danica,” She smiles up at him. I watch his eyes take her all in, he takes his sweet ass time on her chest and hips. Dude. What the fuck? She’s with me. Wait, no. No she’s not.
He looks over to me and mouths nice. I shake my head, “Give me two of the specials,” I turn to Danica, “You eat meat right?” She smiles, leans on the makeshift shelf and looks up at Jax. “It's one of my favorites. I enjoy a long, thick sausage. Thrust it between the buns and cover it with juice…” She licks her bright red lips and I swear I can’t get any harder.
She lifts her arm. “Oh look, I’m all wet.” she pulls a few napkins from the dispenser and wads them up. “You’re drooling.” She wipes the side of my mouth. Bitch.
“Holy fuck,” Jax says, clears his throat and turns to make our sandwiches. On the inside I’m at her mercy. But she has no idea what the specials are. Danica starts to giggle, because she knows she got to us both. Yeah, she has that effect on men.
I adjust my cock and step closer, her chest bounces against me as she giggles at our expense. I can’t help but chuckle. She did it again, brought me to my knees without even batting an eye.
We take our seats at the picnic table overlooking the city. “Sorry, was that too much?” she asks and I can’t help but chuckle as I shake my head. “No, nothing about you is too much. I think, I think you’re perfect.”
Jax walks out of the back of the truck with two plates in hand. He places them on the table and I can't hold my laugh in, it's a full on belly laugh, I haven’t done it in years. She may have been messing around with Jax. But he makes the best sausage, peppers and onion hero’s on this side of the ocean.
When Danica unwraps her sandwich her eyes go wide, she tries to hold the laughter but loses the battle. It’s the most amazing sound I’ve ever heard and hope to hear it more often.
“Well then,” she says and bites into the sandwich. So innocent and yet provocative letting out a moan in the process. I watch for a moment before I pick up my own sandwich.
While looking out over the city I enjoy the calmness. It’s peaceful, and I feel relaxed for the first time in a long time. No chaos, no city noise, no women wanting a selfie with me. Or guys wanting my autographs. No directors yelling or Warren up my ass. Just me and my girl.
“Since I’m playing the new fling, we need to get to know each other.” Her elbows rest on the table “Tell me about you.” She wipes her mouth with the napkin.
I lean in so only she can hear, “My real name is Hunter Marshall, but you never heard it from me. I’m thirty-two and have a healthy sexual appetite. Keep biting your lip and you’ll find out.” She brings her fingers to her lip and runs her nail along the bottom one. What a tease.
“Well then we have some things in common. Except I’m thirty-one and my name is Danica Leroux, of course. Dani, if I let you.” She pulls back, “How long have you been an actor?” She places the sandwich on her plate.
“Sometimes it feels like I’ve been in the business forever. Until a new director approaches. Or I get another screenplay to look over, then it’s like I start all over again.” I shrug and Jax comes over with our drinks. He can’t keep his eyes off Danica, and she fucks with him a little more.
I sit aside and watch as she darts out her tongue and licks the tip of the sausage hanging at the end of the hero roll. Then she sucks it in slow and pulls it back out. It glides against her tongue and Jax grabs his crotch adjusting himself and walks away.
She giggles, “He’s as easy as you.” I shake my head.
“Stop fucking around.” She winks and I’m stuck wondering why I’m so jealous. Why am I letting her get to me? She’s simple, honest and yet a complete puzzle. All I know is she’s here to do a job. Keep me safe and get out.
At some point she’ll be gone and I’ll move on. So why does thinking about her with someone else bother me so much. I haven’t even had her yet and I’m not sure I’ll be able to give her up. This is bullshit, it’s not like I want anything serious. I’m not capable of it.
DANICA
The conversation flows easily, if I’m honest with myself, it’s been a nice evening. Great food, good conversation and a handsome man. Whose eyes at the moment roam from my neck to my cleavage. I gulp down the last of my soda and grab the wrappers to throw away. Hunter follows.
I sashay to the trashcan next to the truck and Jax steps out the back door. “Thanks for stopping by, I’m calling it quits for tonight. We still on for next Saturday?” he asks Hunter. They do some bro hug and fist bump thing.
I embrace him in a hug and his arms wrap around me, “Thanks for giving it to me...your sausage, I mean.” His howl echoes out over the picnic area, “You’re a live one!” he growls out and then barks. Animal.
“Enough Jax, hands off, she’s mine. I’m not sharing this one.” Hunter steps between us and hangs his arm over my shoulder. Possessive much, and what does he mean he’s not sharing this one? Hmm.
“Good night Jax, sweet dreams,” I flirt a little more to press Hunter’s buttons. He turns us towards the car and places his hand on my ass. “Going with it, I see.” The giggle escapes before I can settle it down and he slaps my backside. I yelp and dash forward to yank the door open and climb in.