Small Town Secrets Ch. 06

He whistled as he walked around the back of his truck to the driver's side. If it was a bit of trouble getting his hand into his pocket to retrieve the keys, well, he was not going to complain. He tossed the keys in the air as he thought about this latest turn of events.

He had asked his Grandfather for a sign. Then Sebida's queen of gossip just happened past at the exact moment that they were lost in an erotic kiss to end all kisses? Jack was not sure exactly what would constitute a sign to his ancient people, but damn, he was willing to go with it. "Thanks, Old Man," he muttered as he opened his door and slid into the seat next to her.

He shook his head and unbuckled her seat belt. He tugged her across to the middle seat and fastened the other seat belt across her. "That's better," he smiled.

She looked down at her hands, neatly folded in her lap. Damn, white gloves? His cock hardened even more. How the hell had he missed those? As fantasies multiplied in his head.

"I wasn't sure. It's a long drive. So I thought maybe you needed more room. You know to get comfortable," the pink dusting across her cheeks and the low, stuttering lilt of her voice only excited him further.

Almost twenty hours in this three by four space of his truck's cab with the soft feminine smell of her rose shampoo and soap filling his senses and her pressed against him. Was this heaven? Or hell? Did he honestly care? "Get comfortable, sweetheart, cause you're right were you belong."

And Jackson Greywolf had not been more certain of any words he spoke since he vowed to protect and defend the constitution of the country he loved. Fuck, he cursed, this was love, wasn't it? But he had twenty hours of mostly long roads through desert to think about that. And he was certain that she would sleep through at least some of it.

He plugged his phone into the dashboard and selected a playlist. The smooth, sultry voice that came from the speakers was almost as sweet as hers. "Sorry, it might not be your thing, but on a long drive like this a bit of music is nice."

She smiled and shook her head as she joined in with the singers, "Who in Texas could not like the Dixie Chicks?"

Jack chuckled as her less than stellar singing mingled with the country trio, "Cowboy take me away..." Well, at least the woman was not perfect, he thought as he pulled truck onto the road. But the gloves and now the Chicks. Damn, those signs kept piling up, didn't they?