Trusting You by L. P. Dover, Melissa Ringsted, Eden Crane Page B

you’d have to do is say the words.”
    He was waiting for an answer, but I didn’t know what to say. Seeing him every day would be a big step. Was I ready for that? Winking, and with a smile on my face, I told him, “I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”



Nine
     
     
    After showering and getting dressed … again, we climbed into Brett’s Jeep and sidled down the road. I still had no clue where we were going or who we were going to meet. However, I was a little confused when we pulled into the huge, vacant parking lot of the high school I taught at.
    “Umm …” I began, curiously staring at my school. “What are we doing here?”
    Brett grinned wide and winked. “Since we have a few minutes to spare, I thought I’d give you those lessons I promised you.” Cutting off his ignition, he got out of the Jeep and came around to my side, opening the door. I groaned as he pulled me out and pushed me around the vehicle with his hands on my hip.
    “I’m telling you it’s a waste of time. I tried learning before and couldn’t get it,” I warned, throwing my hands up in the air.
    Brett laughed and shoved me into the driver’s seat. “Oh well, you’re learning now. We can stay here all day, but like I said, it’s a good thing to know how to drive one. You never know when it might come in handy.”
    He shut the door, went around to the passenger side, and got in. I adjusted the seat and sat there, waiting on instructions. “You can do this,” he muttered with a huge grin on his face. “To start the car you need to press in the clutch, which is the pedal to the left, and then turn the key in the ignition.”
    I did as he said and started the Jeep. The moment I accidentally took my foot off of the clutch, the car sputtered and shut off. “Oops, that was an accident,” I admitted.
    Brett chuckled. “It’s okay, and I’m sure you’re going to stall out several times here in the next few minutes. Start her back up and keep your foot all the way down on the clutch until you’re ready to start moving.” He put my hand on the gear shift and showed me which direction to put it in for each gear when I shifted up. I already knew the basics of a manual transmission, but it was still the actual doing it part that had me flustered.
    Starting the Jeep back up, I kept my foot on the clutch and slowly pressed the gas while releasing the clutch. It stalled.
    I did that over a dozen times until almost an hour later I was cruising around the parking lot like a pro. Well, not actually since I still felt shaky taking off from first gear. “See, that wasn’t so hard to learn, was it?” Brett asked. “I knew you could do it.”
    I parked his Jeep and shut it off. Taking a deep breath, I turned to him and smiled. “I don’t know why I always thought it was the hardest thing to learn. But it wasn’t that bad.”
    Brett leaned over, placing one hand on the headrest and the other on my knee. Slowly he glided it up my bare thigh and under my white sundress to trail his fingers over the lacy underwear I wore. Teasingly, he whispered in my ear, “I think you need to be rewarded, don’t you? Once we get back this afternoon I’ll show you how proud of you I am.”
    I bit my lip and nodded while he pulled back my underwear and massaged my clit with his finger. He placed my hand over the bulge in his shorts and I groaned. “I look forward to it. But this is one stick I most definitely know how to drive,” I teased.
     

     
    “Why can’t you tell me who we’re going to see?” I asked, holding my sundress down over my legs as the wind blew through the Jeep. After learning how to drive his car and after our little teasing escapade, Brett took over the driver’s seat and started us on our way.
    All Brett told me before we left was that we were going to meet a special lady of his. When I asked if it was his mother he shook his head, whispering no, before turning away from me. He didn’t think I noticed, but I saw the