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Trucker (The Good Guys #1)(42)

By:Jamie Schlosser


I resented the situation. Resented the fact that I wouldn't get to kiss  her every day. I hated how desolate my life was going to be without her  in it.

"Harder," she demanded. "Don't stop," she begged. "I want to feel you for days," she said.

And fuck if I didn't want that, too.

I slid an arm under her lower back, causing her hips to tilt at a  different angle, and she cried out at how deep I was able to go.

Sweat slicked our bodies and the only sounds that filled the cab were  whimpers, moans, harsh breathing, and the slapping of skin.

Angel bit my shoulder as she came hard, her inner muscles squeezing my dick.

I pulled out of her, flipped her over onto all fours and slid into her  from behind. My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass as I spread her  wider for me.

"Travis," she moaned loudly. "Oh my God … "

Her front half collapsed onto her elbows and her hands gripped the  sheets. I pumped into her until I felt my balls draw up tight, but I  didn't want to finish this way. I wanted to look into her eyes when I  came inside her.

Gently, I rolled her onto her back and I forced myself to slow my pace  as I locked eyes with her. Lifting her legs higher, my thrusts went  deeper and she closed her eyes at the sensation.

"Open your eyes," I demanded. "Look at me."

She did as I said and I kissed her one more time before I let go.

"Angel. Baby … " My voice sounded hoarse as I emptied myself into her, buried as deep as I could go.

Panting into her neck, I took a minute to recover from the mind-blowing  sex we'd just had. But I went from satisfied to concerned when I saw  Angel's face. Her chin wobbled and I wondered if I'd been too rough with  her.

"Angel?"

"I'm sorry, Travis." She choked out a sob and tears streamed from her eyes. "I'm so sorry I can't stay."                       
       
           



       

"Please don't." My voice sounded tortured as I pressed my forehead to  hers. "Don't be sorry for needing to do this. I'll wait for you, okay?"

"I'll wait for you, too," she whispered.

She curled her body into mine as we waited for sleep, but it didn't come easily for either of us.

We kept waking throughout the night, reaching for each other. At some  point, Angel woke me up by sucking me into her mouth. Just like that, I  was ready for round two.

It was just as wild as before. Angel rode my cock until I finished with  her on top of me. She collapsed onto my chest and we both fell asleep  with my dick still inside her.

By the third time it happened, we were both running out of steam. I made  love to her gently as the sun came up, then we passed out to get a  couple more hours of sleep.





TRAVIS

After the drop-off in Sacramento, we found a shitty motel for Angel to  stay for a few days until she was able to work out her living situation.

I didn't like it.

The L-shaped two-story building looked haggard on the outside, with pale yellow stucco and faded maroon doors.

Security was a concern of mine. It was the kind of motel where all the  doors were on the outside-not the safest option. I would've felt much  better about her staying at a hotel with some kind of front desk to get  past.

Of course I was worried about her safety. How could I not be? But I also  knew that worrying about her all the time was something I would have to  get used to. I couldn't protect her when she wasn't with me. Knowing  she was going to be all alone here, vulnerable, had my gut tightening.

I kept those thoughts to myself though. Angel wasn't a child, and she wouldn't appreciate being treated like one.

I tried to convince her to stay somewhere else, but I had to admit she  was right when she listed the reasons that this was the most logical  place for her to stay.

Not only was it incredibly cheap, but it was also near her mom. They  even offered a shuttle bus that ran directly from the motel to the  prison, so she wouldn't have to pay for a cab. And it had an even  cheaper rate if she paid by the week, instead of nightly, and that would  be a good option if she couldn't find an apartment right away.

It was economical. It was practical. Like I said-shitty.

Once she got the key to her room, I helped her carry her bags to room  108. It smelled musty and slightly of cigarette smoke, but Angel didn't  complain. She sat down on the bed and the mattress springs creaked.

"I don't have to take off right away," I told her after looking at the  time. It was only three o'clock. I could stick around for another hour.

She nodded and scooted back on the bed as I grabbed the TV remote. After  tossing it to her, I settled down beside her and put my arm around her  shoulders, wanting to soak up the feeling of her body next to mine.

I didn't even know what she decided to watch. The only thing I was able  to pay attention to was her warmth, her softness, her smell.

When our time was up, I reluctantly left my spot beside her. Angel stood  up and for the first time since the first day we met, an awkward  silence hung between us.

She shuffled from one foot to the other and she seemed to be unable to  decide what to do with her hands. First, she tried crossing her arms  over her chest. Then, she planted her hands on her hips. Finally, she  just clasped her fingers together over her stomach.

I smiled because it was cute.

Deciding to put her out of her misery, I took her hands and placed them behind my neck, hauling her body against mine.

"Hi." I gazed down at her.

"Hi." She gave me a small smile.

"I'm gonna check my schedule and see if I can come out next month  sometime. If I get a plane ticket, I can spend more time with you  instead of driving. I've never flown before and it scares the shit out  of me, so you should feel pretty special."

She nodded excitedly. "That would be great. A month isn't too far away."

Remembering I needed to give Angel back her phone, I pulled it from my pocket. She hadn't even realized it was missing.

"Why did you have my phone?" She swiped the screen then laughed when she  saw the changes I'd made. "You changed my background pic."

She turned the phone to show me what I already knew I'd see-a picture of  us on her birthday. Our heads were pressed together as we smiled into  the camera, the lake where we went fishing behind us.

"I also made you a playlist," I said, a little self-conscious about the  cheesy gesture. "I thought maybe you could listen to it if you miss me."

"Of course I'm going to miss you." She swallowed hard.                       
       
           



       

Ah, shit.

I was trying to make a joke. I didn't mean to make her sad.

"Hey, I know." I hugged her to me. "I'm gonna miss you, too. You have no idea."

"Yes, I do," she whispered against my chest.

"Maybe I could stay another day," I said, trying to work it out in my  head. Hank needed the rig back in three days for a local delivery. If I  drove straight through, I might be able to pull it off.

"No. I know what you're thinking," she accused. "It's not safe for you  to drive that long without sleep. Don't even think about it."

"So, you can read my mind now?" I smirked.

She nodded. "I know you."

I touched my forehead to hers. "I know you, too."

It felt like the perfect time to say I love you. But I didn't.

Instead, I ran the tip of my nose down the slope of hers and stepped back.

"I'll call you tomorrow night," she said. "Let you know how things went with my mom."

"Sounds good." I placed one last lingering kiss on Angel's lips and gave  her a reassuring look. "Good luck tomorrow. I'll talk to you soon."

Despite the protest going on inside my body, I opened the motel door, got into the semi, and drove away.





ANGEL

He made me a playlist.

I couldn't even describe what it felt like to watch Travis walk away. I  almost took out my phone to call him. To beg him to come back.

Almost.

Instead, I opened the app with the songs and pushed play. The song  ‘Earth Angel' filled the motel room as I sat down on the bed. It made me  smile because I remembered our first date.

To pass the time, I decided to unpack some of my clothes. I set the  phone down on the small nightstand so I could listen to the music while I  tried to distract myself from the ache inside my chest.

As ‘Must Be Doing Something Right' came on, I caught a glimpse of  familiar blue fabric. I pulled my favorite T-shirt-Travis's shirt-from  the bag and held it up to my nose. As I inhaled the familiar scent,  something fell from inside the shirt. It was a pair of my panties and  there was an envelope inside.

Of course, Travis would put something inside my panties.

Inside the envelope, I found all the money I'd made from mowing over the last few weeks. All $200 of it.