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of his jeans. Yep, always ready to go.
    “Oh, pardon me,” she said, grinding her ass into him. “I didn’t mean to rub up against you like that.”
    His hands shifted to her hips to keep her from moving away. “Completely understandable,” he said. “My magic love rocket is a pussy magnet after all.”
    She giggled and reached for another spark plug. She was hoping all the engine needed was a tune-up. She’d already drained and replaced the fluids, including the oil and the stagnant, likely water-laden gas. She’d checked all the belts and hoses, replacing any that showed wear or dry rot. The engine was surprisingly clean and sound, with no rust or leaks. There was no reason that she could see for why it wouldn’t run. But no matter how much she’d purred at it and tried to coax it into starting, the engine cranked and cranked, but wouldn’t turn over. She prayed the spark plugs would do the trick so she could get to other tasks; she still had to prepare the interior of the minibus for her romantic honeymoon with her new husband.
    Rocking her hips back and forth to drive Eric’s pussy-magnet of a cock insane with need, she finished replacing the spark plugs, secured the distributor cap, connected the brand new spark plug wires, and crossed her fingers.
    “Will you try starting her?” Rebekah asked Eric.
    “It isn’t going to start,” he said.
    “I’m glad you have such faith in my mechanical skills,” she snapped.
    “I have plenty of faith in you,” he said, cupping her breasts as he bent over her to kiss the sensitive pulse point behind her ear. “It’s this hunk of junk I don’t believe in.”
    Eric released her and stepped away, circling the vehicle to climb into the ratty driver’s seat.
    “He didn’t mean that,” Rebekah whispered to the VW.
    “You ready?” he asked.
    She took a step back and the starter made a whirring sound as Eric turned the key. With a metallic groan and a loud backfire, the engine kicked over and rumbled with the sound only a vintage Volkswagen could make. Rebekah whooped in triumph and did a victory dance in a gleeful circle behind the vehicle. The tailpipe kicked out a plume of black smoke. Rebekah coughed and waved a hand in front of her face.
    Eric gunned the engine a couple of times to keep it from dying and then hopped out to wrap his arms around her.
    “I can’t believe you got it started.” He kissed the top of her head several times.
    She pressed her hands against his chest and tipped her head back, the feeling of accomplishment swelling in her chest.
    “Let’s take her for a spin.”
    Eric released Rebekah and patted her on the butt. “I wouldn’t advise driving too far unless you want a long walk back to the house.”
    “Oh, pooh.” Rebekah closed the back hatch and dashed around to the driver’s seat. She closed the door and waited for Eric to climb in beside her before pushing in the clutch and shifting into reverse. As soon as she let off the clutch, the engine died.
    “I thought you knew how to drive a stick,” Eric said with a mocking laugh.
    She rolled her eyes and pushed the clutch back in. Like before, it whirred and whirred and whirred but wouldn’t kick over. “Damn it.” She got out of the bus, trudged around to the back, and opened the engine compartment. She jiggled spark plug wires and stared down at the engine with both hands on her hips. “I don’t see any problems. Eric, try starting her again.”
    She could hear him grumbling under his breath as he circled the vehicle and climbed behind the wheel. As soon as he turned the key, the engine fired right up. Rebekah shook her head in disbelief and closed the hatch again. She went around and climbed into the passenger seat.
    “You drive,” she said to Eric. “I don’t think she likes me much.”
    “Like you, she needs a man with a firm hand and an even firmer cock,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
    “Puh-lease,” Rebekah returned, rolling her eyes skyward.
    Eric