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her.  She stood, blinking in the glare of the headlights, and held the socket
wrench firmly.  She had no idea who was behind the wheel of the truck and she
tensed as the driver’s door opened.
    “Jesus Christ Lucy!  What are you doing?”
    She sagged with relief against her car as Jason ran up to
her.  He frowned down at her as the rain fell steadily. 
    “Why are you driving a truck?”  She asked stupidly.  “You
drive a car to work.”
    “I have both.”  He said impatiently.
    “Come on.”  He grabbed her hand and dragged her to his truck. 
She clambered into the cab of the truck, and he slammed her door shut before
running to the driver’s side and climbing in.  Thunder crashed and lightning
flashed across the sky as he shut his door and stared at her. 
    “What the hell were you doing out there?”  He had to shout
to be heard over the rain hitting the roof of the truck.  It was falling so
hard and so fast that she could see nothing out the windshield of the truck
except a sheet of water.
    She shivered and clasped her cold hands between her knees. 
Water was dripping off the end of her nose and the lobes of her ears.  Her bun
had fallen down and she had an idea that her hair was plastered unflatteringly
to her head.
    Jason stared at her, realizing after a moment that the
chattering noise he could hear was her teeth. 
    “Christ.”  He swore again and started the truck, turning the
heat on high before rummaging in his gym bag in the back seat.  He pulled out a
towel and slid across the seat.
    He started to unbutton her shirt as she shivered and shook. 
“What the hell were you doing out there Luce?”
    “I had a flat tire.”  She helped him strip her soaking wet
shirt off and didn’t object when he began to wipe her upper body roughly with
the towel.
    “Why didn’t you call me?”  He scowled at her.
    “Because I know how to change a tire Jason.  My dad taught
me when I was 16.”  She returned his scowl before tugging the towel from his
hands.  She dropped it on the seat between them and pulled her hair elastic
from her hair.  She towel dried her hair quickly as Jason angled the heat vents
towards her.
    “You still should have called me.  It’s not safe for you to
be out here by yourself.”  He snapped.
    “Please.”  She rolled her eyes.  “I passed a house not two
minutes back.  I was perfectly safe.”
    “Next time call me – do you understand?”  He demanded.  He
stripped off his own wet shirt and threw it in the backseat. 
    “Yes sir.”  She muttered.  Her eyes flickered over his naked
chest.  Lord, he looked good wet.  Drops of water clung to the hair on his
chest and slid down his ribcage in tiny rivulets.  Despite her misery, despite
being soaking wet and freezing cold, she wanted to slide across the seat and
lick the water from his skin.
    “Stop looking at me like that Lucy.”  Jason warned in a soft
voice she could barely hear over the rain.
    She dragged her gaze back to his face; at the look in his
eyes, her nipples, already tight with the cold, hardened until they were almost
painful and began to throb. 
    “God Luce – do you have any idea what you do to me?”  He
groaned and then he was sliding across the seat and wrapping her wet hair in
his fists.  He yanked her head back and kissed her hard on the mouth, plunging
his tongue between her lips so he could taste her sweetness.
    They kissed and kissed again, tasting and licking and
sucking frantically at each other’s tongues as the truck shook with a loud boom
of thunder.  They paid no attention to it as Jason unhooked Lucy’s bra and
pulled it from her body.
    “So pretty.”  He murmured.  He tugged on her arms and she
shifted until she was straddling his lap.  He cupped her breasts and dipped his
head, wrapping his lips around one stiff nipple and teasing it with his warm
tongue.
    She moaned and clutched at his head.  What they were doing
was wrong, she knew it was wrong,