Plow (Brighten Sister’s Duet #1) (2 page)

D
amn snowplow didn’t stop
, so I’ve been sitting in this car bored to death. Contemplating the many ways I might die tonight. I had to turn the heat down a notch to conserve what little gas I have remaining. So freezing to death, might be an option...

Leaning forward, I place my head on the steering wheel and accidentally turn my windshield wipers on.
Fuck.
I’m trying to construct a plan when a loud knock emanates through the car. I jump back, banging my head against the driver seat.
Shit.

Through tear-stained eyes, I peer out the window, but I can’t see anything at all. In a moment of panic, every scary movie, crime show and overall nightmare of being kidnapped, stolen or killed comes to mind. As much as I want to hide in this car and pretend there isn’t a stranger knocking on the window, I know I have to suck it up and open it. Whoever is outside my car could very well be my last hope.

Slowly I start to lower the window. A gust of cold air and snow rushes into the car. I swat my hand in front of my face to move the feathery ice crystals as I peer up at the stranger.

Through the falling haze, his face comes into focus and my breath catches. Standing at my window is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I squint my eyes to get a better view. Hair that is so dark brown it looks almost black is tousled about his head. My gaze works downward to find grey eyes staring back at me. His mouth opens but over the whooshing of the windshield wipers and the hot air tunneling out of the vent, I can barely make out what he’s saying. Shutting off the heat, a few words pop through the noise.

“I plow you?”

My eyes pop open, and my face gets warm. Lord, after the day I’ve had I wish he would plow me.
Head in the game.
You’re stuck in a snowstorm, not out trying to get laid.
The next words to leave his mouth still sound muffled to me.
Why are my wipers still on?

“I can’t plow you out of this.”

Unable to hold my disappointment, I flop forward and let out a primal scream.

“Calm down.” He shakes his head. “I don’t need this shit,” he mutters to himself.

This night can’t possibly get any worse. First, my boyfriend cheats. Then I get into an accident. And last, but certainly not least, my would-be savior can’t do shit.
Just my fucking luck.
My body is shaking with sobs just as the car starts to sputter the dreadful sound I knew was coming. Putt, putt, putt . . . at least my wipers turned off.

And nothing.

Yep, my night just got worse.

The door flies open.

“Are you all right?” The man asks.

“Do I look all right? I’m having a bit of a crisis here, and you can’t even help me,” I say through my whimpers.

“I said I can’t get you plowed out. I didn’t say I couldn’t help you. You can hang in my truck and warm up until my backup comes to dig you out and take you and your car to town.”

“I don’t think so. I’m fine right here,” I say despondently.

“If you haven’t noticed, we’re having a bit of a snowstorm here. Plows are backed up, so it could be awhile and you just ran out of gas. You’ll freeze out here.” He shrugs as though he doesn’t care either way.
Arrogant prick.

He’s right. It
is
cold. But I’m stubborn.

“I’ll be fine. It’s not that cold.” My teeth begin to chatter to my chagrin.

He rolls his eyes. “Come on,” he states roughly. “You’re coming with me.”

F
uck
, she’s gorgeous. Already a pain in my ass, but damn if she isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“This isn’t necessary,” she says as she struggles to get out of my grasp. She’s hell-bent on freezing her ass off out here, but I’m not letting it happen on my watch.

“Settle down, Princess. If anyone is watching, they’ll think I’m kidnapping you.” I smirk.

“You practically are,” she wails.

“Are you always this princess like?”

“You keep calling me Princess? What’s that supposed to mean?” Her eyes narrow.

“Just what I said. Princess.” My lip turns up as she starts to pull away from me.

She shrugs out of my grip, which I allow, and heads towards my truck without another word. I watch her hips sway as she walks briskly. She’s completely underdressed for this kind of weather. Even before the snow started, it was definitely cold enough that she should have had a heavy coat. Nope, not princess. She’s in some long tight shirt over a pair of leggings. Her heels, although completely inappropriate for the weather only add to her sexiness.

She whips around when she gets to the truck. “Well, are you coming or are we to sit out here and freeze to death?”

I shake my head in exasperation and stalk towards her. I don’t miss her perusal of my body. She takes her time looking me over. It’s brazen and hot as fuck.

“See something you like, Princess?” I smirk once I’m within reach of her.

“I-what? You’re insane.”

I unlock the truck.

“Aren’t you going to open the door?” she questions.

“This isn’t valet. You can open it yourself.” Her thin arm reaches out and begins to struggle with the handle. She won’t be able to jimmy it open. That shits been busted for years. After struggling with it for a few minutes she turns to me, our gaze meeting and she furrows her eyebrows. My lip turns up and I finally help her out.

Once the door is open, she huffs but attempts to climb in. I place my hands on her slim hips to help give her a boost. She’s average height, 5’6” if I’m guessing, and her long blonde hair has me leaning in and catching a whiff of coconut. I sigh without thinking.

“Did you just sniff my hair?” she calls over her shoulder.

“Get in.” I nudge her ass.

“Hey!” she yells.

“Princess, I’m freezing my dick off out here. Can you get a move on?”

“You can’t be serious!”

“Just get in the damn truck.” My jaw clenches and starts to rattle from the cold. As soon as she clears the door, I plop into the driver’s seat and turn up the heat full blast.

From the corner of my eye, I watch as she adjusts herself. Once settled, it becomes increasingly more awkward. We don’t talk. In fact, we both do our best to look anywhere but at each other. I turn on the radio and Rascal Flatts is playing.

“Ugh, can you turn this crap off?”

Well, we have
that
in common. “Not a fan of RF?”

“No, I’m not a fan of country. Period.”

“Where are you from, Princess because you clearly aren’t from Nelsonville.”

“No, clearly not.” She purses her lips. It looks as if she swallowed something vile.

“Got something against the village?” I chuckle.

“I don’t have anything against your village.”

“Ah, so you’re a Cold Spring brat.”

“What? I am not a brat. I don’t-I didn’t. Ugh,” she huffs.

I can’t help but laugh.

“Are you laughing at me?” Her voice is deep and forceful. It sounds deadly as she leans in.

“Yep, Princess.” I can feel her breath on me we are so close.

I shouldn’t want her to move any closer. She’s a bitch. But God if I can help myself. The sexual tension in this car may all be in my head, but it is pulling me to her against my will.

Without a second thought, I crush my lips to hers.

It’s like a fucking explosion. She takes everything I am giving her. We are all teeth and tongue. She moans into my mouth, and I come unglued.

I drag her on top of me. She’s straddling me with her ass against the steering wheel. Her hands run up my body, tugging at my coat, nails scratching against my chest. Yanking at her shirt, I pull it up, exposing her, and she doesn’t protest. I feel her smooth skin as I lift the sweater over her head. I want to look at her, but I’m afraid if I pause she’ll come to her senses. She doesn’t seem the type to get out of control in a truck in the middle of a street, deserted or otherwise.

Pressing my lips to her warm skin, I begin to trail a line of kisses down her neck, my teeth grazing against her collarbone, eliciting a mewling sound that has me painfully hard. She bucks down on my hard cock, and the need to touch her is unbearable. In one quick swoop, I expose her heavy breasts, her nipples perked and pebbled ready for me to taste. With a swipe of the tongue, I tease one gently.

“I bet your pussy tastes just as sweet.” A growl escapes my mouth as I cup both breasts and slide my tongue back and forth between each perfect mound.

Unable to control myself any longer, I shift to place her on her back across my seat to finally take a desperate taste of her hot pussy. She moans her approval and lifts her hips helping me to pull both her pants and thong past her ankles. Lifting her legs over my head, I go in, taking a long swipe of my tongue to her wet core. She gasps in pleasure. I pump one and then two fingers in and out of her pussy at a vigorous pace. Her hips meet my rhythm. She’s acting like a woman possessed, chasing her release.

I reach up to palm her tit, and she cries out as I employ the trusty ABC technique to her clit making her pulse further with need. Her hands fist in my hair, prompting me to bite down softly. Her arousal is so potent my dick is screaming to be let loose. I can feel her body start to shake, she’s about to tip over the edge when a voice comes over my scanner.

“Decker, you copy?” the voice says, causing this girl to go stiff.

I lift her up to a sitting position as she pants her frustration. She begins scrambling to find her discarded clothing.

I pick up the CB. “Copy.”

“I’m headed your way. Be there in five.”

“Roger that.”

Placing the CB down, I watch as she redresses. She doesn’t say a word and neither do I. The tension is palpable.

“We… I… That shouldn’t have happened. I’ve had a really bad day, and I’m not in my right mind,” she stammers out.

“That makes two of us. Let’s just forget it, ” I say while I readjust myself. After we’re both fully dressed she turns to me, her cheeks flushed.

“So, your name is Decker? Kind of a strange name.”

“That would be my last name.”

“So what’s your first name?”

“You can call me Decker.” I bite back a laugh at the line that forms on her forehead.

“Okay. So you aren’t going to tell me your first name?”

“Nope. I’m good.”

“Seriously? Well, then are you going to bother to ask me mine?” She inhales and then exhales loudly. I can’t hold back my grin.

“Nah, you’re Princess. I’m good with that.”

“Asshole,” she mutters.

We sit in silence waiting for the plow to arrive.

She turns to me and says, “Wish I could say it was nice to meet you.”

“Princess, you can delude yourself into believing that, but I heard the sounds you made when I touched you. You’ll remember it later.” I wink, and she storms off.

W
hat a goddamn prick
.

As if I would want him. I don’t care how hot he is, he’s just another fucking piece of shit like Troy. He’s probably going home to “plow” someone else now. I huff out and cold vapor surrounds my face. A shiver runs down my body as the cold temperature starts to permeate through my angry fog. I’d rushed out of his car so fast, I’d forgotten all about the snow. My feet feel like ice as I continue to walk to my car, the winter white cocooning my shoes with each step I take. Pulling the door open, I sit down and let out a big exhale.

It’s not long before I see headlights in my rear view mirror and a tow truck pulls up. I hope this won’t take too long. There’s a knock on the window and I see a large burly man standing outside, his thick red beard whitened by snow. I pop the door open and peer up at him.

“We’re going to have to plow and then tow you. It could take awhile. Decker is going to give you a lift home.”

Fucking great.

Being stuck in the truck with that lug is just how I wanted to spend my evening after walking in on my boyfriend fucking two chicks. I trek to the car, silently cursing to myself. Okay, maybe not so silently as words like goddammit, fucking and shit, leak from my mouth. Two minutes with plowman and all sense of decorum has left the building or, in this case, the plow.

Swinging the door open, I plop down with a large huff. From my peripheral vision, I see him smirk at me but I refuse to acknowledge him. Instead, I opt to stare out into the distance. There is
no way
I’m going to even speak to this prick.

A chuckle echoes through the truck and I turn my body and shoot him a nasty look. I’m frowning so hard I can feel a line forming.

“You’re going to have to speak to me, Princess.” I cross my arms and continue to ignore him. “Princess…” I turn my face in his direction and want to smack the smug look off his face. “How am I supposed to take you home if you won’t tell me where you live?”

I let out a long groan. “555 North Eaton Street,” I answer through gritted teeth. I don’t bother with instructions.

Ten long minutes later, we pull up to my house and I make a dash for it. I know I’m being a raging bitch but this man drives me crazy.

Absolutely.

Fucking.

Crazy.

As I walk through the door, I throw my coat on the console table and head into my room. Stripping my wet pants and pulling off my sweater, I grab a long T-shirt out of the drawer and slip it on over my thong before throwing myself on the bed. This day needs to be over.

I
n the dark
haze of my room, I feel a presence before me. Tall, lean, he hovers above me, soft fingers trailing up my thigh until they trace the lace of my thong. A primal moan escapes my mouth as I arch my body toward the mystery man. My hips lift on their own accord, begging for him to touch me . . . begging for him to sear me with his fingers.

“Touch me ... Please,” I beg. “Please, touch me" My pussy throbs with need. I’m desperate for the friction of his touch to bring me over the edge.

His cocky laugh rings through the hazy fog and I lift my lids open to see the man standing in the shadows. It’s him. Decker. The man who drives me crazy. But right now I don’t care. I don’t care about anything as his fingers slide deep inside me. Pressing upward, stroking my need, his movements grow more frantic and my own breath accelerates as I climb closer to exploding. My womb starts to contract.

M
y body lurches
forward as I hear a pounding on the door. The pounding echoes again, causing my eyes to fly open...

Holy shit, someone is here.

Jumping out of my bed, I can feel the moisture from my wet dream collecting in the lace. Making my way to the front hall, I fling open the door and all the oxygen in my lungs catches in my throat.

His tall frame blocks the doorway and I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten how to breathe. A wicked smirk plays against his lips and warmth spreads across my cheeks. Decker’s eyes meet mine. Dark and grey. Stormy like a rough day at sea. I could lose myself in his eyes for days. Everything about him is decadent and divine. I lick my lips and a chuckle leaves his delectable mouth.

“See something you like, Princess?”

And just like that, the raging inferno is extinguished.