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  Instead, all I wanted was him. I couldn’t take it anymore. The tension that had been building between us for months finally had to break. Right here, right now. I needed his hands on every single inch of me, his mouth on my breasts, his tongue dragging across my hot skin.

  Oh my god, Lucy, I thought to myself. What the hell has gotten into you?

  “Listen,” the trucker said in a deep voice that shot fire between my thighs. He sounded so calm and collected, though there was an intense rawness in his eyes I couldn’t ignore. “I bet you could use a drink to settle your nerves. What do you say?”

  “A drink?” I pushed my eyebrows to the top of my forehead. “We don’t serve alcohol here.”

  “I didn’t mean here.”

  I swallowed and tried to calm the rapid beat that took over my heart. “My shift’s not over for another three hours.”

  “Yeah, you look like you’re swamped.” His mouth quirked.

  Sighing, I glanced around at the empty diner. “Honestly, I can’t just leave and go out drinking, no matter how dead it is in here tonight.”

  “I’m not asking you to go out drinking.” He nodded toward the parking lot where his truck sat long and lean, glistening under the moonlight. “I’ve got a flask out in my truck. Have a drink, calm your nerves, forget what happened here tonight. If anyone shows up, you’ll be twenty feet from the door.”

  My brain grasped for an argument against what he was asking me to do, even though my body begged me to go, drawn to his truck like a moth to a flame.

  “I promise it’ll make you feel better.” His voice was pure sex as his gaze dropped down to my cleavage, and I knew then that I hadn’t been wrong all this time. He did want me. And I wanted him. And right now I needed the kind of escape only a guy like him could provide.

  5

  “At least tell me your name,” she said as if she still wasn’t sure she wanted to come out to my truck. But instead of waiting for an answer, she lifted the apron over her neck and tossed it onto the counter.

  With a small smile, I pushed open the door and watched her scoot underneath my arm, her cute little ass wiggling with every step. My body groaned, pure desire coursing through my veins.

  “My friends call me Diesel. You know, like Vin Diesel,” I said with a smirk.

  She laughed and raised her eyebrows as the door slammed shut behind us. A warm cool breeze fluttered across her skin and her hair, and the soft scent of her wafted into my nose. It was a mixture of fresh laundry and apple shampoo. She smelled good enough to eat…and the way the moonlight danced across her skin….God, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on, and I’d seen a hell of a lot of women in my life.

  “Look, you’re built like a tank, but you’re no Vin Diesel.”

  “You think he’s hotter than me?” I raised my eyebrows. She hadn’t even had a drink yet, and she’d already started to relax. It was good to see the smile on her face and hear the light tinkle of her laugh.

  “No.” Her voice went soft as her footsteps slowed. We reached the truck, and she leaned back against its sleek and shiny frame before looking up at me through a face full of eyelashes. “I take it back. It’s the other way around. Vin Diesel is no you.”

  Fuck. Me.

  Everything I’d ever wanted was standing right here before me, looking up at me with those bedroom eyes. If I didn’t take her now, I’d be the biggest pussy alive. Heat flared in my stomach as I ripped my gaze across her luscious curves. Her cute little shirt cut so damn low, showing off her perfect perky breasts.

  I was going to go straight to hell for this. But I wanted her. Now. Hell, I was only a fucking man. And a man couldn’t resist what he wanted no matter how hard he tried.

  I leaned in and brushed my lips against her ear. She shivered, making my cock go as hard as the pavement I drove on every night. “Time to have that drink.”

  6

  I eased into the massive truck and felt overwhelmed by the musky scent that filled the cabin. The seats were softer than I’d expected, smooth rich leather that enveloped me like a hug. Diesel reached underneath his seat and pulled out a glinting flask. He unscrewed the cap, his muscles twitching with each move he made. All I could do was sit there and follow him with my eyes, my thighs trembling in anticipation of his touch.

  “You know, you probably shouldn’t have booze in here,” I said. It was the only thing I could think of to say.

  “I don’t drink on the job if that’s what you’re implying. Just the occasional shot when I’m done driving for the night.” He handed me the flask, a dark liquid swirling inside. I took a sniff and wrinkled my nose. Whiskey. Not exactly the chilled glass of white wine I preferred to enjoy after a long evening at work.

  “Take a shot. It’ll warm up your insides.” His eyes flicked down to my lap, and my whole body begged to shudder. For some reason, I got the impression he wasn’t talking about the whiskey at all.

  But I did as he said, tipping back my head and taking a long gulp of the bitter liquid. It burned my tongue and my throat as it went down, and a fire took shape in my stomach. I wrinkled my nose and tried handing it back.

  “Good girl,” he said, pushing the flask back over. “You hold onto that for now. Have another drink when you’re ready.”

  “You’re not having some?”

  “Nope.” He nodded toward the green sign down the road by the highway. “I’ve got to head back home tonight, and like I said, I don’t drink on the job.”

  “This is a truck stop. Why don’t you just stay the night here?” My cheeks flamed even more. I hadn’t meant to make it sound like I was inviting him to stay in my bed, though the prospect sent shivers of excitement all the way to my toes.

  “I don’t think that’s a very good idea, Lucy,” he said with a troubled smile. “It’s best I don’t stop anywhere for very long. Besides, I don’t much like staying at truck stops.”

  “One night isn’t very long.”

  “No, it isn’t.” He dragged a hand down his face before brushing against the stubble that swept across his strong jaw. “Not usually.”

  Silence fell heavy in the cabin as we stared at each other. I took another swig of the whiskey, my body melting more into the seat with every beat that passed. The tension in my shoulders started to release, and the fear I’d felt when Jared had shown up seemed like a distant memory in the summer breeze.

  “If you’re in such a rush to leave, then why are you being so nice to me?” I asked, feeling a bit braver now that the whiskey had taken its desired effect. “You don’t know me. I’m some random girl who works in a diner you go to sometimes.”

  “I’m a fucking man, Lucy. When I see a girl get slapped around, I’m going to make sure she’s alright. Any man worth his salt would.” Even though it was too dark to tell, I swore I saw his eyes flash.

  “Any girl…?” I trailed off, my boldness carrying me even further. “Or just girls like me, who you stare at when you don’t think they’re looking?”

  “Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, his jaw clenching as he glanced away.

  “Don’t think I didn’t notice.” Bravery flared in my gut. I reached out and put my hand on top of his. His skin felt exactly how I imagined it would. Warm, rough, strong.

  “Lucy.” His voice held a warning, though I couldn’t understand why. He’d spent all this time watching me. He kept stopping by the diner. He didn’t have to pull off this highway exit every time he went home, but he did. If wanting me was such a bad thing, then why the hell did he keep coming back?

  “What’s the problem?” I asked. “Do you have a girlfriend or something?” A lightbulb suddenly went on over my head, and I almost groaned aloud. It all made sense. It all added up. There was only one logical explanation for his actions. “Oh my god. Don’t tell me you’re married.”

  My palms went slick with sweat and I pressed them hard against my jeans.

  “I’m not fucking married.”

  I blinked at him, relief and f
rustration battling with each other in my mind.

  “Then, what’s the problem?” I asked before shaking my head and reaching for the door handle. “You know what? Nevermind. This was a mistake. Thanks for your help and the whiskey, but it’s time for me to go.”

  “Lucy.” His voice was a growl as his hand clamped around my arm. Goosebumps spread across my skin and heat flared in my cheeks.

  I lifted my eyes slowly to look into his face. The darkness in his eyes burned hot, so hot I could barely stand to meet his gaze. Excitement pounded in my ears as my heart thumped so fast that I could barely breathe. I had never felt like this before. This intense need for him was almost overwhelming, surrounding me like a tidal wave. It felt as if a storm raged around us, and the only way to survive was for us to join the storm ourselves.

  His eyes flashed and a moment later, his lips were hot on mine. His tongue dove into my open mouth, causing a moan to creep up from my throat. His kiss was soft and hard all at once, eager and demanding.

  I pressed a hand against the window and dropped back my head as his lips trailed down my chin. His kisses were electric on my skin, each one intensifying the aching need that grew hot between my thighs. My chest trembled as my breaths turned to pants, as his hand squeezed my breasts, as my thighs shook so hard my entire body became an earthquake.

  Already I felt like screaming out his name, and we were both still fully clothed.

  7

  Lucy’s hot little body trembled underneath my hands, and my cock went rock hard. I wanted to take my time, spend hours exploring her every curve and making her scream my name at least half a dozen times. I knew how to make a woman come over and over and over, and I wanted nothing more than to pleasure her so many times, she could no longer tell what year it was.

  But I didn’t think I could hold out. My need for her was so fucking strong that I couldn’t contain myself. My mind became consumed by images of her naked body writhing while I thrusted my cock deep inside her. I’d been fantasizing about her for months, even picturing her smooth curves when I’d been messing around with random girls I’d met passing through small towns just like this one.

  And now that she was here, quivering as I dragged my tongue down her neck, my cock felt like it was about to explode.

  Fuck, I needed to see her body now.

  I pushed her shirt over her head, and my mouth seized her swollen nipple. Her groan punctuated the silence, a sound that drove me even wilder with desire. I swirled my tongue in circles and felt her body arch under mine as if she was begging me for more.

  If she wanted more, then she would certainly get fucking more.

  I’d give her so much more that once I was done with her, she’d never remember any man’s dick but mine.

  My hand found her jeans. I unbuttoned them and slid them down her legs, pulling back so I could drink in the sight of her glistening pussy. She was so wet for me, I couldn’t help but growl in response. I was finally going to take what I’d wanted for so long, and nothing could stop me, not even my fucking conscious that had held me back all these months.

  I dropped my head and spread her legs, dragging my tongue across her clit. She shuddered, and her gorgeous thighs tightened around my neck. I began to lick in earnest, enjoying her gasps and her cries as her pleasure built more and more until there was nothing left for her to do but come all over my mouth.

  Her entire body shook, and I relished the taste of her pleasure.

  I pulled back and looked up at Lucy’s face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair had gotten wild and free. Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she looked at me, so content, so relaxed.

  But I wasn’t done with her yet.

  8

  Diesel had just done what no man had ever done for me before. I breathed slowly and let the wave of pure bliss wash over me. No one had ever given me oral. No one had ever tried. No man had ever made me come. And my god, I wanted it over and over again now that I’d experienced it for the first time. His tongue had sent electricity shooting through my body, and I’d come faster and harder than I ever had by my own hand.

  Once again, he’d surprised me. I’d expected him to shove himself inside me and take me hard, but he’d cared more about my pleasure than his own.

  Though the way he was staring down at me now…I had a feeling he was about to take what was happening between us to a whole new level.

  He eased up onto the leather seat and pressed his strong body on top of mine. He caught my mouth in his and kissed me with a hunger that stole all the breath from my lungs. I felt my thighs grow wet again, even though I hadn’t thought it possible, not so soon after the mind-blowing orgasm I’d just had. But his hunger, his intensity, his need for me. The way his hard cock pressed through his jeans and into my leg. It drove me wild.

  He leaned back and grabbed a condom from the glove compartment in a swift and smooth movement that suggested he’d done this very thing a million times before. But I couldn’t think about that right now. It didn’t matter. Right now, I was the one in his truck. Not anyone else. And the glint in his eye made me shiver in anticipation of his next move.

  Diesel slid off his jeans and boxers, and I gasped at the thickness of his cock.

  He was big. So big I had no idea how I was going to take all of him and walk the next day.

  With a growl that sent goosebumps across every inch of my skin, Diesel slid on the condom, shifted back on top of me, and spread open my legs. The hardness of him pressed into my stomach, teasing me and making me squirm. He grasped my neck in his hand, pressing me down harder on the leather seat and hovering his face above mine.

  “I am going to fuck you so hard, Lucy,” he said with eyes full of heat. “So hard you’re going to scream out my name.”

  Shivering, I gasped, fear and excitement pounding through me. I’d never done anything like this before. It seemed like something I’d read about in a romance novel, not something I would ever do myself. But here I was, in a strange trucker’s cab, spread naked before him and about to be taken in ways I had only fantasized about before.

  And so far, Diesel was way better than any fantasy I’d ever been able to conjure in my own head.

  He was strong, sexy, powerful, and raw. His entire body hummed with an intense energy that was impossible to ignore. The muscles chording through his body rippled with every move he made, and the darkness of his eyes was mesmerizing. It was why I’d noticed him staring at me all this time. He may have been looking at me, but he was the one who would catch the eye of anyone with a pulse.

  Hell, he’d probably catch the eye of zombie girls, too. If they existed.

  And yet he’d chosen me.

  With his hand still tight on my neck, he slid his cock inside me. My eyelids fluttered as the sensation overtook me, my wetness sliding against his enormous length. He filled me, fully and completely, and I couldn’t help but drop back my head and moan.

  “God, you are so fucking tight,” he groaned into my ear, nipping my lobe with his teeth. “You feel so good that I don’t think I can control myself.”

  I met his eyes. They were only inches from mine. His breath was hot on my face, his body tensed over mine and his cock held tight in my body. And yet he didn’t move. He stared hard at me, his eyes swirling with something I couldn’t explain.

  My heart thumped hard and blood roared in my ears.

  I didn’t know what was passing between us, but suddenly, it felt like far more than just sex.

  “Then don’t control yourself,” I whispered.

  9

  Lucy felt so fucking good. Too good. I wanted her for hours, not moments. I wanted to see her head drop back and her mouth to open, her lips pursed as she felt unspeakable pleasure. And I wanted to feel her tight, warm pussy slipping around my throbbing dick over and over and over again. But she felt so good that I knew there was no way in hell I could make it very long.

  As I stared down at her beautiful face, something stirred inside me I’d long since buried deep. Som
e spark of emotion, some tug of something more. She gazed up at me with such adoration and desire that I had to pause to catch my breath.

  No one had ever looked at me like that before.

  “Then don’t control yourself,” she breathed into my ear, a sensual smile playing across her lips.

  My entire body threw itself into motion. Hips rocking against her spread legs, I slid my aching cock further into her tight pussy. Electric shivers poured through me, all the blood draining from my veins and pouring right into my cock which thrummed with intensity. Lucy gasped, her mouth falling open. Her eyes rolled back as my need for her made my hips pick up speed. I let go of her neck to press my hands against the seat, bracing myself as I fucked her harder and harder and harder.

  She trembled and screamed as my pace quickened. I pounded against her, and she grasped onto the door behind her, holding on for dear life. My cock grew so hard and swollen that nothing else existed in the world but her tight little pussy, clenching around me. She was screaming and gasping and arching her back, and I knew without a doubt I’d made her come again.

  She was so wet. She was so hot.

  Cum exploded from my dick as the orgasm crashed into me like a runaway truck. Panting, I swiped the sweat off my neck. Lucy stared up at me, wide-eyed and flushed. Her hair was everywhere. Her hand still squeezed tight around the seat.

  “Holy shit,” she gasped, her chest heaving, making her perky little breasts bounce.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked in a low growl.

  She shivered, and I couldn’t help but smirk. I bet she’d never been fucked like that before, and I was sure she wouldn’t forget this night for a long time to come.

  Carefully, I eased out of her and removed the condom, frowning at a tiny tear on the side. That wasn’t good. I’d thrusted into her so hard that I’d caused the condom to rip. But it was just a small little tear. It probably didn’t mean a thing.