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“You hungry?” Julian asks as he looks out at the restaurants across the parking lot. “I don’t really feel like truck stop diner food tonight. But I bet we can get a pretty good pizza over there.”
“I’m down,” Terry says. “You coming?”
“Nah, bring me some later,” I say. “I’m not in the mood to deal with people, and I really want to get this nanny situation figured out. I’m not that hungry, so whenever you get back is fine.”
They agree, and in a few minutes they get off the bus and head across the pavement on foot. The other bus has pulled off the freeway behind us, and several people are getting off and either heading for the truck stop or the other restaurants themselves.
I go back to my computer, only to be interrupted a few moments later by Jeanette.
“Oh. I thought you were with your brothers,” she says.
I look up. She’s standing at the front of the bus, clearly disappointed with me being there.
“Where’s Hendrix?” I ask.
“With Mags. I’m just grabbing a few things and I’m going back there. We’ll be there for the night,” she announces.
“I think I’d like to see Hendrix before bed tonight,” I tell her. “If you don’t mind.”
“I do mind,” she says.
“He’s my son,” I reply. “And you are the nanny. Who I pay to take care of my son. So if I want to see my son, it’s your job to make sure he’s brought to me.”
“I thought you were looking for a replacement,” she says. “Another replacement, I should say, since you’ve clearly already replaced me.”
“No one replaced you,” I snap. “You freaked out over an assumption, and that isn’t my fault.”
“I’m not going to let you gaslight me in any of this,” she says. “You already made me hate you once, it’s not that hard to do it again!”
I get up from the couch, blocking her in the bus.
“I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t care if you think I’m a man whore. I don’t give a fuck about any of it. But you’re wrong, and no matter how much you think you’re right, that doesn’t change shit!” I snap.
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you!” I yell back at her.
I don’t know how it happens, but in an instant she’s in my arms, and we’re fiercely making out with each other. We’re tearing at each other’s clothes, pulling them off and throwing them to the ground. She’s naked in a matter of seconds, and I have my rock-hard cock pressed against her tight asshole. I bend her over, pushing myself deep inside her. She gasps and cries out in pain and pleasure. I know it hurts to enter the asshole without warming her up first, but that’s part of the point.
I’m turned on and I’m pissed off. I want to have sex with her but I can’t stand the sight of her at the same time. It’s the strangest feeling, but I’m sensing she’s feeling the same. She’s got her hands on the back of the couch, taking my full length in her ass as my hands are on her hips.
I’m thrusting in and out of her, fast and hard. My hips slap against her, her cheeks rippling with each blow. Our last name is tattooed where I can see it as I fuck her, and that just reminds me how badly I want her, and how much I hate what she’s done.
I empty my load into her, filling her with my cum. She gasps as I reach around and finish her with my fingers, moaning as she cums too, as I’m still deep in her asshole.
Then, I pull out of her.
Her eyes are on fire as she glares at me, but I just give her a smirk in return.
“Good girl,” I say. She opens her mouth for a moment, then closes it again, clearly unsure how to reply to that. Then I turn back to the couch and get back on my computer.
Without a word, she grabs the clothes she came to get, then hurries out of the bus, quickly closing the door behind her. I watch out the window as she all but runs back to the other bus, and I can’t help but smile to myself. I would love to know what’s going on in her head right now, and I’m sure I’m never going to know.
But I just took her again, and with our name tattooed on her ass, I know I’m always going to have the right to do that.
She belongs to us, no matter how pissed off we are at each other, or if we’re even going to maintain what we have together. No one will ever be with her without knowing that we have left our mark.
And that is satisfying.
