Chapter 2

Chapter Two

NOLAN

N ormally when the first big winter storm hits, everyone gets a little crazy. The problem is this time it’s a lot bigger than anyone anticipated. The snow is coming down heavy, and even my oversized truck is having a hard time getting through. I’ve got a guard on the front that helps me clear the road, but it’s not the same as driving a full-size plow.

“Dumbasses,” I say to myself when I see a group of teenagers doing donuts in the school parking lot. My crew is probably going to have to save their asses in an hour.

The whole drive over to Maple Street I’m wondering why the hell I didn’t just call it in for one of the other guys to handle. But if I’m honest with myself, I know exactly why. It’s because I’m stuck behind a desk most days. Either that or I’m sitting in meetings that could be handled without me. My company has grown to the point that I’m not needed anymore, and it’s pissing me off.

I’ve given up every other part of my life to make a name for myself and build something from the ground up. Now all I do is work on trucks to pass the time and try to stay out of the way.

Getting that call and hearing someone in need made me remember why I started doing this in the first place. Back when it was just me and my old Jeep that I’d installed a winch on. I used to go around pulling people out of the snow, and it made me feel like I was helping. I didn’t realize how much I missed that until I heard the woman on the other end of the line. She sounded like she needed help, and I didn’t hesitate to jump into action.

When I pull up to Maple Street, I slow down and take the curve as carefully as I can. The rain often runs off in this direction, so there’s likely a lot of ice under my tires.

“Shit,” I say when I feel the back tires start to slide. I put the truck in park and then hop out to get a better look.

Up ahead is the house, but I don’t see a light on. There’s a big lump in the driveway that I’m guessing is a vehicle, but it’s under about five feet of snow, so I can’t be sure. I trudge past where my truck stopped and make my way to the house. When I get to the porch, I duck under the awning and raise my hand to knock.

To my surprise, the door is pulled open before I can make contact. “I saw you drive up.”

“You the one that called about the plow?” I say as a big gust of cold wind blows ice and snow inside her house.

She’s a short little thing with big brown eyes and long dark hair. Her cheeks are pale, and her lips are a little blue as she shivers and pulls a thin cardigan tight around her body.

“Y-yes,” she says then swallows. “But I, um, wanted to know how much.”

Another gust of wind comes through, and I nod past her. “Why don’t you let me in so we can close this door?”

She nods and steps back for me to enter, and when I do, I realize our drastic difference in size. The top of her head hardly comes up to my chest.

Her eyes dart to the lump of snow in the driveaway. “My car is small. How much would it cost to get it out?”

She fidgets when she asks this, and my eyes move down her body. She might be short, but she’s built like a woman. Wide hips, thick thighs, and a full set of tits made for a grown man to hold on to.

“What’s your name?” I find myself asking.

“Mia,” she says shyly. “Is that you?”

I look at the logo of my company on the side of my truck. “It is. I’m Nolan Pruitt.”

“I don’t have much money.” Those big brown eyes blink before she looks away. “I really just need to get to the grocery store.”

“You think if I got your car out you could drive in this?”

“Maybe?” She shivers again, and when she drops her arms, I can see her hard nipples. They are poking through the threadbare shirt she has on under her cardigan.

My cock stirs with the reminder that it’s been a while since we’ve found some relief. Sinking into something warm and wet would do me some good.

I shake my head. “Even if I got you out, you’re not going anywhere.”

Her eyes start to water, and her pouty bottom lip trembles. “I drove all day to get here in time to give Mr. Murphy my deposit.” She looks out the window as she wipes away a tear. “I didn’t get a chance to go to the store before the storm hit.”

I glance around the small house that looks like it hasn’t seen a coat of paint or even a mop since it was built. The only thing in this room is a black trash bag in the corner. “Where’s your stuff?”

“That’s it.” She waves to the bag that I thought was garbage and sniffs. “The pictures online were so nice. I should have known better.” She looks up at the ceiling. “I didn’t get to turn the power on either.”

“It’s out everywhere anyway,” I say, but it’s not exactly helpful.

She walks over to the window, and I take a long look at her ass. She’s in leggings, but they are the kind that are more like tights. I can see through them, and she’s not wearing any panties. Fuck, why does that turn me on? Maybe it’s because I know it wouldn’t take much to get through them, and then I could look at her pussy.

When she turns to face me, I once again let my eyes roam over her body. The more I look, the more I want to touch her.

“Could I pay you to give me a ride to the store?”

Without answering her, I walk over to the kitchen and look around. It’s worse than I imagined. There are piles of trash that can’t possibly be hers. There’s dust over all of it like it’s been sitting for a long, long time.

She follows after me and looks at it with resigned sadness. Like maybe she’s used to having to live in shitholes.

“Do you actually have any money?” I don’t know why I ask the question, because if she did, she wouldn’t be staying in this dump.

“Not really,” she admits, and her shoulders sag.

“This storm is going to get worse,” I tell her honestly. “If you don’t already have supplies, then you’re out of luck. The stores are picked over with barely anything left.” I look at the living room and shake my head. “And you don’t have a fireplace to keep warm.”

“Oh god.” Mia says it more to herself.

“But,” I say as I take a step in her direction, “you’ve got a way to make a payment.”

My cock aches as her brows pull together in confusion. This is wrong, but I’m a man, and I’ve got needs. Plus, no one has to know. I’m not sure what has come over me, but there is no going back now. I can feel it in my bones. I need this girl.

“W-what do you mean?” I’m not sure if she’s hesitating because she’s cold or because she’s afraid.

“You can’t stay in this house through the storm, and I don’t much feel like riding it out alone.” I put a finger under her chin so she tilts her head back to look me in the eyes. “I’ll take care of you until it’s over and then I’ll dig your car out. I’ll even give you a little spending money afterwards.”

She swallows hard before she speaks. “And what do you want as payment?”

One side of my mouth curls in a grin. “Oh, I think you already know the answer to that.” I lick my lips as I take a step back. “What’s it going to be, Mia? You want to stay here and take your chances? Or do you wanna come work for me?”