Take Ya For A Ride On My Big Green Tractor Novels & Stories

When he’s sure they are good, he slaps Saint on the haunches and makes a loud yipping sound to startle him. Just like Milo said, Saint takes off like a bullet. Maya and Dre scream, unaccustomed to the speed. As they fade into the trees, the screams turn into merry laughs. “Alright, Luna.” Tyree secures me in the back of the truck. “Just a suggestion, but… I would try not to look out the windows if I were you. This is gonna be a quick trip down the mountain.” “The faster the better.” I try to smile, but the cramping is returning. “I think it’s almost go time.”

He grabbed my chin and tilted my head up. "Baby, you look like you're having a rough day. Why don't you get out, and I'll buy you a treat? Maybe take you for a ride if you're interested. My truck has plenty of room." I looked over at the big grey, heavy-duty truck parked out front of the storefront.

"You are aggressively stupid. The Maybach outside belongs to Ms. Gray. This villa belongs to her as well. Hayden is nothing more than a driver on her payroll." Casey fired back without a second thought. "Bullshit! If all of this belongs to that bitch, then why does she have to hitch a ride in my boyfriend's car every single day?" What kind of logic was that? I was almost laughing at how absurd she was. "Hitching a ride? How is it hitching a ride when I'm sitting in my own car? It's part of his job to pick me up every day. As for why he told you he's a CEO and why he brought you to my villa, you'd better ask him yourself."

“Why are you still so stubborn? Your parents are being driven to death by your selfishness! Is your pride really more important than their lives?” Looking at my dad lying unconscious on the ground, and my mom on the verge of breaking down, I closed my eyes and swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. Forcing myself to endure the humiliation, I finally said, “Liam, I’m sor–” Before I could finish, the roar of engines suddenly echoed from the end of the street. The packed crowd split apart instantly, and a convoy led by black Hummers pulled to a stop right in front of me. Someone in the crowd recognized the person stepping out of the lead vehicle and gasped.

My face turned red when I remembered what had happened yesterday. Was he going to do the same thing today, too? With familiar ease, Frank grabbed my waist again. “You’ll get more familiar with driving with more practice. That way, you’ll pick up driving faster. Grab the steering wheel. We’re getting on the road now.” He put my hands on the steering wheel and turned on the ignition. Soon after we started moving, he eagerly lifted my skirt. “I really can’t hold myself back the moment I see you. You just have too great a figure. Be good. Let’s have another round.”

And I felt sorry for him because he had to put up with all of his nonsense. In any case, he signed up for this job. "I'll stay only if you promise to play with me." I need to make him understand how lonely I am. "I am afraid he wouldn't like that," he said. "Then let me go," I snapped back. "I promise you, I'll be back before he gets home," I said, pausing to hear his response. "There are CCTV cameras here, Madam," he said, and I swear to God, I have never looked dumber. I felt like an idiot.

Tony smiled wide. "Uh- yea sure!" Dillon beamed. "I'd take you on Harley, but I don't have a 'Baby On Board' sticker to slap on yer back yet. So instead, we'll take my lovely '94 Bronco. Her name's Big Bertha. She's built like a tank!" He explained. He was like a little kid when he talked about any vehicle. It was cute. Dillon didn't miss the smartass comment about the sticker though. "Oh, real cute, asshole! Ahaha! So, where we be goin'?"

Nyra stretched lazily on the cold kitchen floor, letting out a long yawn before dozing off right in the middle of the passage, as if the place belonged to her. “I checked your car,” Zacky said, still leaning on the doorframe with that relaxed, provocative posture. “You’ll need a mechanic. And from what I saw, it’s automatic.” “And now… what am I supposed to drive?” she asked, distressed. “You can use any truck on the ranch,” he replied with a half-smile. She blushed before mumbling: “I only know how to drive automatic.” He raised one eyebrow, amused. “Oh, I get it… you don’t know how to drive.”

“It took me a few minutes to figure it out, but it's actually kind of fun, once you learn how how to use the brakes. I know, I know, it's ridiculous. But I told you that I'd take you out on a proper date and part of that means that I have to pick you up. I thought you'd find it funny.” Her smile continued to widened as she approached the metal machine that was parked in front of her physical therapy practice. The seat of it was at the same height as her head and the back wheels were taller than she was. “I'm not mad at all,” she said, glancing toward him. “This is perfect!” He grinned. “I thought if anyone would enjoy a unique ride, it would be you.” “Honestly, I love it,” she said, climbing

“No. My dad’s a very casual guy, so you don’t need to dress up for him. He’ll appreciate the fact that you’re even there. The tie won’t change anything.” I put on the clothes she chose, and we were soon down in the garage, ready to leave. “Can I drive?” Taylor asked, looking excitedly at my truck. It was a full-size lifted Ram 1500. I usually had to help her in and help her out of it, but she wanted to drive, so who was I to tell her no? “Sure, I don’t mind riding shotgun.” After I lifted her into the driver’s seat, she settled in and moved the seat all the way up to the steering wheel. She then had to raise the seat a bit so she could see the mirrors and over the hood.