I blinked at him.
That had to be, what, at least twenty syllables? Possibly more. Delivered in that deep, gravelly tone that made my entire body sit up and pay attention like it had just been personally addressed.
Do you think he'd notice if I reached down and adjusted my very hard cock?
And if he did notice... would he offer to do something about it?
Focus Alfie!
"Well," I said, straightening slightly. "Mr. Crowe, see the thing is... I don't actually have a specific destination in mind."
There.
Look at me. Using my wordsandmaking sense. Considering all the blood had left my head and moved to my other head, that was quite the achievement.
He turned his head fully this time, scowl locked and loaded, and wow, okay, that should not do things to my stomach like that.
Butterflies galore.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
I shrugged, settling deeper into my seat. "Oh, it's a whole thing," I said cheerfully. "About two years ago, I hit the road with nothing but my backpack, a couple changes of clothes, a towel,my second-hand laptop, and Mr. Ford. He's my Terrific Teddy, and a very, veryimportant member of the team."
His jaw tightened. Hmmm. Interesting.
"I didn't have much of a plan," I went on. "Just figured I'd get as far away from my hometown as possible and, you know, see what happened and where the road took me."
A grunt. So hewaspaying attention.
"So I stuck out my thumb," I continued, "And got into the first car that pulled over for me. Which, in hindsight, could have goneverybadly, but I got lucky. A sweet old granny. She was headed to visit her pregnant granddaughter in the next state over."
Another glance. Sharp this time.
Honestly getting reactions from him was soon going to become one of my most favorite pastimes.
"She even put me up in a motel that first night," I added. "Made me take a driving shift, though, which felt like a fair trade. I mean, I wasn't really about to say no."
The tension in his shoulders eased just a fraction.
"I spent two days with her," I said, smiling a little at the memory of my first road trip with Goldie. "We still keep in touch. Took another trip with her a few months back, actually. I think you always remember your first."
He choked. Like—actually choked.
I lit up immediately.
“Hey, relax, tough guy,” I said, grinning. “Not like that. That came later. A really kind truck driver that gave off definite Leather Daddy vibes.”
A beat.
“…What?” he said, voice dangerously flat.
I waved a hand.
“I mean my first ride,” I clarified, far too pleased with myself. “Goldie was my first ride. Also the first person I wrote about on my blog, which is how the whole thing blew up.”
Silence. I shouldn't feel so proud of eliciting silence from him should I?
“So she shared it,” I continued, “and then her granddaughter shared it, and then one of her friends turned out to be a travel reporter, and suddenly I’ve got millions of followers and people think I’m, like, inspiring.”
