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"Damn animals," the driver said, jumping back into the cab. She relaxed her shoulder, realizing her plan was working so far.
The truck came back to life, and just as it shifted into gear, Strap jumped up next to her. Naked, of course. She glanced at him and caught sight of the spray paint now distorted on his skin.
"Really? A smiley face?" he grumbled at her. "You're a child, you know that?"
She raised an eyebrow, pulling her bag off her shoulder. "I'm sorry, does it take too much attention from your cock? It's very nudist of you to care about how your dick looks in public."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Hand me my clothes and start cutting."
She handed him the bag, slipping the blowtorch out first. She started on the hole while he pulled on a pair of pants.
Pity. He is a nice snack to look at.
She cut the hole into the metal and hit the center, pushing it in. They only had seven minutes from the time the vehicle started moving again. So, they needed to be quick about this.
Stay focused. We both need to get this done fast.
Strap crawled in first, moving boxes aside, and then offered her a hand up. She took it, jumping into the trailer behind him. Switching on the flashlight, the space brightened. They were surrounded by wooden crates, boxes, and draped artwork.
"What are we looking for?" Strap asked, prying open the box closest to him, nails popping as he yanked the lid off. She’d managed to not let him know exactly what she was looking for, as he didn’t even ask. He was more concerned about logistics and her safety.
Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too mad about the lie she was about to tell him.The less he knew, the better.She didn’t want him to steal from her what she was going to steal first.
"A gold statue. It's the size of your hand. With swirls around it." That should keep him busy while she searched for the prize.
She dug around in another box when the trailer swayed heavily to the side. The truck was traveling too fast for the windy road. She lost her footing and stumbled back into Strap.
She landed hard against him, feeling every muscle he had. Her entire body blazed, and a blush rolled over her.
"Shit," he mumbled. "Are you okay? Damn, it's hard to stand up in here."
His arms wrapped around her, and the sudden touch sent another shockwave through her. The urge to have his hands all over her body was overwhelming and too distracting.
The trailer shifted once more, and the flashlight flew from her hands. They were in darkness, and with the trailer rocking, Strap slammed into her, pressing her flat against a box. Her heart leapt as he molded against her.
She was glad it was dark because she was sure she was as red as a tomato. His dick pressed into her, and it was rock hard. She swallowed, trying to form words.
Fuck! I knew he was packing but fuck. He's touching me. Oh, fuck.
Fire flicked through her, and not from embarrassment. But arousal.
She shook her head. Time was ticking away. They needed to get moving. If they weren’t out of the trailer before they hit the highway … in 5.5 minutes … she wouldn’t be able to safely jump from the truck. She would surely be injured if not killed.
"Come on, we're losing time."
Skittering away, she searched on her hands and knees for the flashlight. She grabbed it and returned to looking into the boxes.
They continued to dig, flipping through more and more boxes. The pack on her back bumped into a small, stacked crate, sending it crashing to the floor.
“Shit!” They glanced at each other, worry in Strap’s eyes. “I’m fine,” she replied, returning to the hunt.
"I found it," Strap yelled a few feet from her. Shit, she hoped to have more time.
She nodded, still digging in the box. Dammit, the Saliera her father wrote about in his journal had to be here someplace. The diary said he sold it to the man who owned all this crap.
"Hey," Strap stepped behind her. "I have it. Let's go."
She shook her head. "Wait, I …"
