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But those million other things he must have on his mind are things I know we can’t avoid forever, least of all the whole night.
“What are you hauling back there?” I ask. Aborting my virgin safari tour of his bulging front. Surprising him, but only because he catches the real meaning behind my question.
What are you, P.T.? And just how much trouble am I really in?Is what I’m really asking. Dreading the truth but only because I know it’s answer I know he won’t tell me.
Not yet. And maybe not ever.
“I honestly don’t know.” He finally answers, glancing down and taking my face in his hand, “I’m more interested in what’s up front right now, anyway…” he says smoothly. Such a corny line but out of his mouth, with his hand on me. His body hard up against mine?
I couldn’t agree more.
It’s enough to make me file the question away for later. My hands find their way back to his lap which feels bigger and harder than ever if that's even possible. But he’s not yanking his dick out, forcing me to do anything.
Not trying to stick his own hand up my dress. Even though I wouldn't try to stop him if he did right now. It’s almost as if he's enjoying just being close to someone for a change as much as I need to be right now.
We’ve got all night ahead of us if the border’s his first stop. But it’s clear the price to be paid, him rescuing me I mean. It’s way more serious than just making him late. And I’m already curious to know just how much danger P.T.’s already in, not just for my own curiosity. But because I know he's the only man who can follow through on his rescue.
He’s all I’ve got right now. Like it or not, he’s my future. And lucky for me, that’s a future I'm already falling so hard for I have to remind myself of a few things as I dreamily snuggle into him.
My complete stranger no more, Psycho Trucker..
Any other trucker in the world would be on the phone or the radio, telling the world to send help over what happened at the roadhouse. So a trucker who saves the day and then drives off heading for the border without a word?
I’m guessing he’s not hauling Cheetos from the factory and he’s a dangerous man from a dangerous world. But I can’t argue with the fact that he saved me from something far worse than just not knowing anything about who he really is or what he really does.
He’s saved me from something I’m sure is worse than anything he could be mixed up in.
We both relax into each other. Into a silence that lasts as long as the road ahead feels when I glance out at it. Resting my head against P.T.’s hulking chest, my fingers curl up into his tee shirt and I feel like it’s a place I could stay forever.
I feel myself starting to doze when the humming vibration of the truck mixes with the sound of the exhaust brakes as we slow down.
Lifting my head and blinking out into the night I can see we’re at the only real way out of the state. A T-junction and the only set of traffic lights we’ll see for hundreds of miles.
“I thought you said you weren't supposed to stop…?” I tease him. But the words only make him tense up as if it pains him to hear it.
The truck shudders to a standstill and the light turns green after a few moments but the rig doesn't go anywhere.
“C’mere…” P.T. rasps. Moving his driving hand from the wheel to me. Flicking off the interior light and pulling me closer than ever as my head tilts, my mouth already open with a gasp before I feel the heat of his mouth over mine.
The prickly stubble from his chiseled jaw scraping me to the point of mewing again.
My hands sliding up his thick neck as I learn in a split second that hard men like him know just how to kiss as well as kill.
Even though I've never been kissed by anyone else my whole life until just now. And I can't say for certain if P.T.’s actually ever killed anyone.
But he’s killing me right now. Killing me with a feeling I never want to end. And I know in a heartbeat that I never will be kissed by anyone else. I wouldn’t want any lips but his from now on.
And if he does wanna kill me?
Then please, god. Let him fuck me senseless first. Don’t let me die a virgin…
7
P.T.
Okay. So I realize Iamallowed to stop at traffic lights. And this is the last set for a few hours at least, so why not make the most of it?
She’s into me, I can see that. And I’m more into her than I even want to admit to myself. So I do what I think we’ve both wanted since miles ago. I kiss her.
