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

They want me, but they know I am a heart breaker. Finally the two weasels riding with me are ready, so we load up in my GMC extended cab. I love my 2019 truck. It is beautiful and big. I call her my Big Bitch or BB when my parents are around. She is red, shiny, and has a spacious back seat. I crank up my music to drown out my two little brothers from talking.

“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.

“Yeah. Couldn’t settle. Everything’s so loud out here the crickets, the horses. My mind won’t stop.” He nodded, those sharp blue eyes scanning me. “That’s the ranch talking to you. Nights like this are when real learning happens. Put on a jacket and boots. We’re doing an extra lesson. Private night ride on Thunder. Build your confidence away from the corral lights.” My stomach flipped. “Now? It’s pitch dark out there.”

I jumped off the pedestrian walk and turned around to curse. A dark blue Ford F250 truck pulled over beside me and I saw that annoying grin again. “Howdy!” Jaxon tipped his hat with a little smile. “If it isn't our princess in distress,” he mocked. “Ugh!” I groaned and looked away. What a prick! Why am I not surprised that he drives a Dodge ram? Men like him cannot resist feeding their masculine ego by driving such large trucks. “Do you need a ride, Miss?” He asked. “No, go away,” I replied and began walking away but he followed behind, honking at me.

I said, stepping back into the room. I got outside to see that Pike had left a four-wheeler for us to ride on, and that made me a bit happier. It would have been almost a two mile walk to the gate from the packhouse. “Wow I haven’t been on one of these in forever,” Tyra said, her eyes going big. “Let me guess, you want to drive,” I said, squeezing her hand. “Hell yes I do,” she said, dropping my hand and running toward it.

My dad’s old, sky blue Volkswagon Beetle is parked in front of the attached garage next to my mom’s SUV. “Come on,” I take his hand and lead him up the porch stairs. As we get closer, I can hear my mom calling my brother. “Are you ready?” I ask Traeger with a reassuring smile. Traeger swallows hard and nods his head. I have to say, it’s funny to see him so nervous, considering he’s a big, bad alpha that took down a whole Institute of people vent on destroying the world.

"Ironwood is drilling. If he wakes the physical form of the Architect..." "We lose," Leo said. He looked at the Green Children on the roof. "Maya!" Leo yelled. Maya leaned down, her green face appearing in the windshield. "Yes, Sun?" "We need speed," Leo said. "No more cruising. Can you pave the road?" Maya smiled. "We can make the road run," she said. She turned to the other children. They began to chant. The vines on the trucks grew down to the wheels. They wrapped around the tires. They

The simple outfit had no right looking that good on anyone. “I guess our ride is here,” he said, nodding toward the door. “Our ride?” I echoed, blinking in disbelief. “Yes. My friend Joey lent me his superbike so I could impress you,” Tarzan said, completely serious. I stared at him. “Wait… you can’t be serious. You borrowed a whole superbike just to impress who*?” “You.” A tiny, ridiculous flutter hit my stomach. I squashed it immediately like an annoying bug. “Did you pay him for it?”

My arm was doing the most. My whole body moved with the car, the corner felt deep to the bone as I swung with the car. I had coerced Elio to play music and, in my head, I was in a music video. I wanted to stand on my chair and throw my arms in the air but it was a fight because I also wanted to drive. “Turn left.” The navigator called, me doing just that with a frown on my face because we were in a parking lot and I had to park the car.