by Avery Gale, Jess Buffett, Willow Brooke, Lynn Ray Lewis, Gracie Meadows
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Roping Candy’s Heart
By Gracie Meadows
Chapter One
Candy looked behind her before she finally pulled out of her driveway making sure Doug was out of the way. Her trusty partner in crime had to stay home for this call. Looking toward the porch, she saw her sweet yet protective Great Dane laying on the step looking at her. She loved bigger dogs, but she found Doug at a rescue shelter a few counties over. He was too big to stay there and they were going to put him down. She still got mad just thinking of the reason the previous owners gave him up. They didn’t realize how big he was going to grow, or how much he would eat. Stupid people just really pissed her off. Shaking her head, she started down Dunkin Road.
She needed to head out to Old Turner ranch to fix someone’s truck. Apparently the nephew, brother, or cousin of Randy was staying with them now. She really didn’t care, but she did wanted to make sure she had the right equipment. She had her toolbox, and some spare parts that people always needed, but if it’s something large she would need for it to be towed to her shop. She smiled at that thought. Her shop. People still laugh that a female owned the auto body shop in town. She grew up with her uncle who had all sons. Her mother died from complications from pneumonia and her father, well, he was a simple deadbeat, who she really didn’t give two shits about. Anyway, they all owned a shop and she learned more about changing brake pads and carburetors than how to use lipstick and mascara. The only time she actually put on a dress was when she graduated high school, and that was only because she knew no one would see it under her gown.
The drive was a good twenty minutes from her house, from the shop it would have been a half hour, but she needed to have lunch after all, and the guys could handle the small repairs that came in. Turning the radio louder, she sang along with the song as the melody made her think of how lucky she was to live the life she did. She had her shop, her dog, her house, and she had her uncle and cousins two counties over if she needed them. Nothing could get better than this. Granted, according to her friend, Holly, she needed a man. Hell, she didn’t need one of those. She was interested at one point during high school, but she was always a buddy, or the one the guys called when their truck broke down with their date in the front seat. She admitted it hurt at the time, but she had come to terms with it. She wasn’t going to change for anyone, she was who she was and if they didn’t like it they could kiss her ass until it shined like the top of Chrysler building.
Spying the road up ahead, she lowered the volume of her radio as she pulled into the driveway. She spotted an old Chevy truck sitting with the hood up. She could only assume that little beauty was the issue. Shaking her head, no doubt wondering why men would drive such amazing trucks only to break them by not taking care of them. Opening her door, she stepped out as Randy opened the screen greeting her.
“Hey there, Candy, thanks for making it so quickly. I would have let Brett use mine, but Sally needed some groceries from the store. Anyway, this is his truck, it won’t start. Not sure what’s wrong with it.” He scratched his head as he looked at the engine.
She smiled at the older man patting him on the arm. He was great at running a cattle ranch, but when it came to fixing cars, she wouldn’t let him touch an engine with a cotton ball.
“It’s okay Randy. Let me take a look.” She glanced in the engine and found that the battery was new, so that wasn’t the issue. She could almost put her money on the starter, or the alternator.
“Why don’t you start it up for me so I can take a listen?” Since she was vertically challenged, she stepped on the wheel well and leaned into the engine to try to see and listen. Randy went to the door of the driver side and started it. It sputtered, but didn’t have the normal kick it would have if the starter was dying, but she could tell it was going soon. She would ask the owner when she actually talked to him when the last time it was done. Moving some things around, she knew exactly was it was. She could work on it here, but she didn’t have the right model in her shop.
“Well, Randy, a couple things, the starter is tweaking some, but can wait, you might want to find out the last time it was done. But the alternator is shot. I can work on it here, you could chance it and drive it to my shop, but that’s a good thirty minutes. A couple hoses need changed as well. So it’s up to you?” she said as she started to wipe her hand off with the rag she brought with her.
“So what does an alternator do exactly?” A voice spoke behind her. She turned and stumbled backwards at the giant of a man who loomed over her. It was hard to make his facial features as the black Stetson covered him, and the sunshine beat behind his back creating a shadow on him. She went to lean back to look him in the face, but bumped into the back of the truck. His hand reached out and held her steady via her arm. “You okay there, little bit?”
Brett went and cut some wood while he waited for the mechanic to come and look at his truck. He knew it was something he couldn’t do. Yes, he could do tires, and some other small things, but anything with the engine, nope he didn’t do. He didn’t trust himself not to screw it up. He had large hands and it made it hard to work in confined areas such as a truck engine.
When he came around the house to see if the mechanic was here, he was shocked to see a petite little woman leaning into his truck. He had to stop and watch her as she played with some hoses and wire. Her ass swayed provocatively in her tight jeans. She had a scrumptious ass, well at least from what he could see. When she jumped down off the wheel of his truck he finally took in the height of her, she had to be about five foot two, maybe five foot three and little, especially to his large six foot three frame. He was normal height for his family, but around, it seemed he was among the larger demographics. She started to speak and he watched her soft, honey blonde hair fly down in a braid on her back. She started to talk about his truck and he was intrigued by her soft spoken voice. He shook his head and wondered how this tiny, delicate creature was a mechanic.
He asked about the alternator, he knew it was important, but wasn’t sure what it actually did for a truck. She turned and looked at him. He got the first look at the small woman as her tiny features followed suite with her hazel eyes and her perky little nose. He knew she was squinting at him while the sun blinded her from behind him. He allowed his eyes to roam down and was rewarded by the view of her small, yet perky breasts stained against her form fitting black t-shirt. She leaned back, probably trying to look at him and bumped into the truck. He reached out and held her steady so she wouldn’t fall.
“You okay there, little bit?” he said as he finally stepped out of the sun so she could look at him. He really did need answers and his truck up and running. He had a couple places he needed to be. She shook her head as if trying to recover herself.
“Yes, I’m fine. Umm—oh the alternator. Well, to break it down for you Barney style, it supplies power to the battery and the truck. You can run without it, but then your battery will die and then you’re shit out of luck then. Now I can change it, take me about two, three hours tops, just because I have to move things around, but I can do it here. It’s up to you. But I will also have to order that part. I don’t keep a supply of too many Chevy parts, now if you had a ford, you would be set.” She laughed. He really liked her laugh, it was between a giggle and a real belly laugh. It was cute, just like her.
“Oh okay, yeah, well how long will it take to get the part in?” he asked, hoping not too long. He could manage a day or two, but anything longer he would look at a rental.
“Oh, not too long, I can order it today, and have them send it with the parts I need in the morning, so I should have it by tomorrow. I will give you a call when I get to the shop for use and the price.” Brett watched as she tucked her small rag into her back pocket and picked up some small tools and went over to her truck. She opened the driver side and leaned into the center giving him again a great view of her ass. He had to quickly adjust himself as his cock start
ed to stir with interest. Knowing she wouldn’t be one to take a tumble in the sheets with him for a night, he just kept his looking to himself. Uncle Randy came over and told him something, hell he wasn’t listen, he just smile and nodded. The mechanic soon came over with a card. He reached out and took it from her. In simple font it read “Candy’s Auto Shop” with a phone number, and her name on the bottom. Candy Drake, owner.
“I’ll call you when I get to the shop, and if you need anything, you now have my card.” She turned and jumped into her truck before pulling away leaving him staring at the small dust pile that billowed behind her.
“So she is Candy.”
“Yup, she sure is, sweet as they come, but one hell of a mechanic. Come, let’s get something done before dinner.” Brett nodded and followed Uncle Randy into the barn to do God knows what. But he knew one thing for sure, he was going to have sweet dreams tonight, dreaming of his very own Candy.
Chapter Two
Candy made it back to the shop in no time and went to work on ordering the part, and was happy that it was going to be at the shop tomorrow by noon. She went about and started working on a price point for the job. Normally she would cut down on labor, she knew things like these would get pricey, but she also knew she was going to go out there and fix it, instead of it being in her shop. Happy with everything written out, she went over to check her calendar and appointments for tomorrow, along with who was to be coming in. She knew she needed enough coverage for the simple oil changes and tires, but needed one to two men for the larger jobs. Well, it looked like Frank and Dan were scheduled to come in. Nothing large planned and she could hurry up if something came in and she was only half an hour away. Writing down the time and amount, she called and left a message with Randy about the truck. She had actually wanted to talk with Brett, but he was out. Thinking tomorrow around noon would work for her, and she could take Doug with her, she smiled. Looking at the computer, she noted she had a full schedule the rest of the day. She tried to get back to work as she lifted Mrs. Murphy’s car up. She was able to see that she was doing a simple oil change and went about her business.
About six o’clock it was time to go home. She was the last one in the shop and had no problem closing up. The sun was going down and she smiled as she pulled the garage doors down and slid the metal bar into the locking mechanism. She followed with the other one before heading to the office door, shutting down her computer then locking that door before exiting the back where her truck sat waiting for her. She shivered slightly from the breeze of the winter winds. Being January in Tennessee the weather was cold, but not near what some places were. As she pulled into her drive she spotted Doug on the step wagging his tail for her. Normally she would take him into the shop with her, but she took him home today during lunch and then got the call. He barked at her, wagging his tail before bounding up to her as she approached the door. She braced herself as he was so large, and her, well, she knew she was on the small size for woman, hell, for people.
Once inside she went about her evening, showering, then dinner before settling down for the night with a beer and a movie. Tonight she was watching one of her favorites, one that had cars in it of course. She did stop and think about Brett, not so much about him, as she never really got a good look of his face, but the proximity of being next to him did strange things to her libido, and she wasn’t use to that. As the movie ended she took her tired butt to bed with Doug right on her heels. Climbing into her bed, Doug took his normal spot at the foot of the bed. Within minutes, Doug was snoring and she too was out for the count.
Brett woke early that morning helping Uncle Randy with the cattle, trying to get everything done before Candy came over and worked on his truck. He knew no matter if he had something to do, he was going to stay and help her. Plus, when she bent over he could get a good look at her ass. He smiled at the thought, and went back to helping set everything up to muck out the stalls and get the new hay barrels ready to take out to the field. There wasn’t a whole lot to do during the winter months other than feeding them and making sure the cattle were warm. By the time he had finished it was close to noon and he personally knew he would be smelling some when he helped with the truck, but he didn’t want to meet the sweet treat smelling like cow shit. So he ran into the house to wash. By the time he returned and changed into cleaner jeans and a light sweatshirt, he heard her truck pulling up. She opened the door and jumped out but was followed by a horse of a dog that was almost as big as her. She patted him on the head as he ran in small circles smelling the ground. She reached in and pulled out a leather leash that he knew just by looking at the dog would snap it if he really wanted.
“Hey you’re a little early, and you brought a friend,” he said as he walked down the steps over to her. She waved and walked with the beast.
“Yeah, sorry, hope that’s okay. I brought my other half, Doug, with me, he is normally with me, but yesterday he had a fit that I left him at home. I am going to tie him to my truck so he doesn’t bother any. Hope that’s okay. He is such a sweetheart when he wants to be.” She set her hand down to her side and hit the dogs back, patting him. The dog looked up at him panting, looking like he wanted attention. He held his hand out to the beast allowing him to sniff him. He had to admit, he was around horses and such, but he was hesitant with her dog. It actually shocked him that a woman of her size would have such a monster, but he was a nice looking dog. Doug sniffed his hand a couple times and then must have deemed he was worthy and licked his hand giving him the sign that he was okay. He reached out and scratched the dog’s ears.
“He’s huge, and a good looking guy. Not what I expected for a girl,” he said, laughing as Doug rubbed up against his leg, pushing his slightly. He looked up from the dog and saw Candy frown slightly. “Oh, I didn’t mean anything bad by it, Candy. I’m sorry. I guess I am used to cute woman your size either having crazy cats, or those purse dogs. It’s a nice change.” He reached up and tucked a stray hair behind her ear as she looked up at him.
She gave a small smile and shook her head free from his hand before heading to the back of her truck pulling out some boxes and tools. He followed and grabbed the tool case from her, while she grabbed the rest of the things she needed. Doug walked around looking at them before laying down next to his truck. “Pop the hood for me,” she said as she waited for him. He nodded and went to the driver’s side door reaching in and popping the hood. He watched as she reached her small hand in and pushed it open, but chuckled when she climbed on the bumper leaning against the grill to raise it all the way up. She really was a tiny little thing. She looked at him before pulling a wrench out of her back pocket and unhooked his battery. He may not be all that knowledgeable of the working engine of his truck, but he could help with tools and whatnot. He came over and offered his help. She lifted the battery and handed it to him, he took it and placed it on the ground looking up at her jumping down from the bumper, rummaging through her tools trying to find the correct wrench. Within a few minutes she had several wenches hanging in the back pocket of her jeans before climbing back up to reach in and work on, hell, he didn’t know what that thing was called. It was black and seemed to come off with five screws. She held it out to him along with the bolts. Well, at least she was using him. He smiled at her. “How do you normally work on cars, I mean with your height?” he asked her.
“Easy, I have a stool. But with me being vertically challenged and with small hands, it makes it easier for me to get into spots most can’t without taking something out.” She reached back in trying to get something else out. He watched in fascination as she worked.
Candy didn’t know what to make of Brett. He defiantly fell into the hot and sexy category for men, and he was all man. She finally got to look at the man she had weird dreams about last night. He was exactly the same height he was yesterday, not that she expected him to change. He had a rugged appearance to him with a goatee framing his chiseled jaw line. But she was lost in the gray eyes that seem to be stu
dying her, and for more than just a mechanic. She didn’t think any man, or boy, ever looked at her that way. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but her pussy started to sing with excitement when he got close and the smell of his soap made her barely able to breathe. She remained focused on her task at hand and thought the best thing she could do was hurry up and fix his truck and get on with her life. After all, he was probably one of those guys who were just passing through town on his way out to something bigger and better. Not many people settled down in Hazeldale, Tennessee. It was known for ranching and had some of the best residences, but still it wasn't a place many came to stay once they left.
She was shocked at how soon she got his truck done and was happy she was finished. She didn’t mind climbing up to get to things, but at least at her shop she had a stool she could stand on and not worry about slipping off. Smiling, she asked for various items and started to put everything back where it needed to go. Soon she tightened the battery and asked him to start the engine. He jumped to it and she was happy to see everything was running so much better. It would have taken longer without Brett’s help and she was surprised that he was willing to let her do everything as he held various screws, nuts, and bolts for her. Normally this was a reversed roll, but he had no problem with her being a mechanic. She gave him a slight nod to cut the engine off. She reached up to pull the hood down, but at the same time her damn boot slipped and she started to slip backwards as gravity wanted to claim her ass.