I find her minutes later,jogging down the side of the highway. Her curves are on full display in her purple leggings and matching sports bra.
I slow the truck and take a minute to admire the jiggle of her ass cheeks as she runs. Instantly, my dick hardens in the sweatpants I pulled on at the thought of the spanking my girl isgoing to get on those sweet round cheeks, for pulling her little disappearing act this morning.
Then it gets even harder thinking about how much she’s going to enjoy it.
She hears the truck and turns her head to look at me, but I can’t stop on the highway and she’s almost in town anyway, so I accelerate and pull up in front of the general store to wait for my sexy little jogger.
I’m leaning up against the truck, my arms crossed over my bare chest, wearing nothing more than the grey sweatpants that were the first thing I saw lying on the bedroom floor.
Ma would lose her mind if she knew I’d gone into town dressed like this. Of course, I don’t plan on being in town long. And I don’t plan on wearing clothes much longer than that.
Especially once I see those full, heavy tits jiggling in her sports bra. My hard-on is beyond raging now, and I’m thankful for my choice of pants.
I learned my lesson about wearing jeans around Mia after day one. My girl has way too strong of an effect on me for such restrictive clothes.
The moment she sees me, her lips curl up into a sweet smile.
“Enjoy your run, honey?” I ask when she comes to stop in front of me. It’s risky to do in the middle of town, but I can’t help myself from pulling her into my arms and kissing her hard. While my lips are claiming hers, my flat palm slides down her back and slaps her ass lightly.
She jumps and lets out a moan that I swallow before pulling back.
“Is your ass still sore?”
Mia nods. “Only a little.”
She knows exactly why I’m asking.
I run a finger down her cheek, enjoying the way her breath hitches with my touch. My finger traces her lips, swollen from days of my kisses. “Wait until I get you?—”
“Help! Someone, help!”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mia
My training kicks in the second I hear the call for help. I spin around and immediately see the man on the ground. “Call for help,” I tell Briggs and sprint across the road to where the man is lying unconscious, his concerned wife standing over him, sobbing.
“What happened?” I ask the woman as I drop to my knees next to the man and look for a pulse.
“He grabbed his chest and collapsed,” she tells me.
I can’t find a pulse and he’s not breathing, so I immediately start chest compressions.
“Please help him.” His wife is crying, but I try my best to tune her out and focus on the task.
One two three. One two three. One two three.
I keep the rhythm in my head, just the way I was trained.
Breathe.
“An ambulance is on the way,” Briggs says behind me. “I called the town doctor, too.”
I give him a curt nod as way of recognition and resume my chest compressions.
It feels like forever before help arrives, but finally, I hear sirens in the distance, and the doctor arrives shortly before the ambulance. He takes over, giving me a break, and I step back to give them space to work.
Briggs has his arm around the man’s wife and is consoling her while they watch helplessly. The man is going to be okay. He has to be.
