Gas or Ass

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Authors: Eden Connor
breakfast nook. She clutched a filmy robe that I’d never seen before over her breasts. Pale winter sunlight streamed through the open side door, illuminating her flushed cheeks and lighting her tousled hair on fire. Dale wrapped one arm around her and pulled her against him. The intensity of their kiss made me blush. 
    I halted, unsure whether to interrupt their moment. When he pulled away at last, he laughed. “Dammit woman, my team’s gonna give me hell about this. Good thing you made it worth all that damn teasin’ I’m about to get.” Affection rang in his tone. He spied me and threw up a hand, smiling in my direction. “Morning, Shelby. Nice to see you, hon.” Then, he slapped her on the ass and bounded down the deck steps before I could ask him to drop me off at school.
    He seemed like a good-looking, utterly reliable teddy bear—or wolf. If not for his sons, the situation would’ve been nearly ideal. I was sure his kids felt the same about me.
    She watched until his truck backed out of the drive, seemingly forgetting that I was late for school, or even here at all. She turned, wearing a secretive smile and tracing her bottom lip with her finger.
    I glimpsed the fifteen-year-old who’d gotten pregnant with me her sophomore year in high school. At home, she rarely left her room without catching her hair into a knot at the base of her neck. She always dressed before leaving her bedroom, or at least wore pajamas under her robe, but the light revealed she hadn’t a stitch on under her robe.
    “Ready to ride, sis?”
    I stopped breathing. Colt halted so close behind me, I could smell his cologne. I jumped when he dropped his hands on my shoulders.
    Mom lifted her head. Her eyes strayed to his hands and she frowned. Colt lifted his hands after a friendly pat and slid along the wall to get around me. His waffle-weave Henley clung to his chest like a second skin. Maybe the shirt had shrunk in the wash, because the shirttail-style hem rode over the waistband of his low-slung jeans at his sides. The ropy muscles outlining his hipbones figured largely in my fantasies. I ached to touch them, just once. Okay, to drag my tongue along them, but... semantics.
    Wait. Colt’s driving me to school?
    “Does she need a note for being late?” Mom asked.
    “Nah.” He yanked my book bag off my shoulder and swung it over his arm. “I’ll tell the principal that your car’s on the fritz, Macy. Just like a damn import. The part you need’s always on backorder. With Dad all caught up in gettin’ ready for Daytona, he hasn’t had time to go off real good on the service department, I guess? Don’t worry, hon. When he gets riled enough, they’ll bring you a new one or rip that part off a showroom model.”
    Mom turned wide eyes to me. “Oh, Shelby, about Daytona. Dale asked me to go. It’s as close to a honeymoon as we’ll get until the NASCAR season’s over. We’re leaving tomorrow. I hate to leave you alone for four days, so I was wondering if you wanted to go along? The boys are going, too. Dale says the motor home is huge.”
    Tomorrow? I stared in disbelief. Had she forgotten tomorrow was my birthday? “No, thanks. I have a paper due on Friday and two tests this week. After a five-day suspension for slapping that guy at West Mecklenburg, I can’t miss five more. You know that.” Ten days unexcused absence meant automatic failure, by state law. Her head was really in the clouds.
    “I didn’t think those five days would count against you here.” Mom frowned.
    “Seriously? It’s a state law. Ten days, period, is all I can miss and still graduate.”
    “Let’s do this.” Colt slid his hand down my spine and nudged me toward the door. Shivers raced through me at the casual touch. Was he picking up where he’d left off the other night? I managed to cross the den without falling on my face.
    Mom kissed me on the cheek, and then made a cry of dismay. “Hang on. I forgot to get your lunch money,

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