Page 17 of Rocking the Trucker

Sam’s cheeks grew pink as he shifted several pieces of bacon onto his plate. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit. You’re in pain. What’s wrong?”

He met Sam’s gaze with one that he hoped showed his concern, and determination to find out what was going on. It took several seconds before Sam blinked and shook his head.

“My ass hurts, okay? I’ve never had a log shoved up there before last night and I’m feeling it today.”

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry,” Gabriel immediately apologized, even as he fought down laughter at the man’s annoyed expression.

“Yeah, well, I’ll fuck you tonight and we’ll see how you’re walking in the morning.”

“Yes, please,” Gabriel agreed immediately, his cock thickening at the thought of this big man fucking him even as the muscles of his back hole tightened.

Though it had been a threat, his quick acceptance had Sam staring at him in shock. A moment later, the big man threw his head back and began to laugh.

Gabriel could not help but join in as he added two pancakes and a half dozen pieces of bacon to his own plate. They did not talk as they ate, but Gabriel couldn’t help groaning at the deliciousness of Sam’s light and fluffy pancakes.

Only when the food was all gone and his belly was full did Gabriel decide it was time to get whatever talking Sam wanted to do out of the way.

“You wanted to talk,” he said as he piled the dishes together and rose to carry them to the sink. His shoulders tensed as he waited for Sam to tell him they couldn’t continue as lovers.

Sam did not immediately respond, which added to the tension in his body. He jolted when Sam pushed him out of the way and took his place in front of the sink.

“You have a three-day break before you need to be in Tulsa and I was wondering if there was anything you needed to do.”

Gabriel grabbed a dishtowel and began to dry and put away the dishes after Sam washed them.

“I need to do some laundry and find a branch of the bank where Alan set me up an account so I can deposit the money I’ve made so far. The water and sewer tanks probably need to be filled and emptied, too. And I’d like to take you out to dinner, that is if you’d like to go?”

Sam nodded with a warm smile that had his heart turning over and his cock plumping up. “I’d love to go out to dinner with you.”

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“Are you Gabriel Park, the singer?” A woman stepped up to their table that evening looking excited and nervous and shaking. “You are, aren’t you? You’re Gabriel Park.”

Sam took a sip of his iced tea before nodding when Gabriel looked at him with a fearful expression. Having fans bother them constantly when they were out had been one of the issues that had come between them two years ago. In the time since, Sam had come to understand that going out to dinner, or to the movies, or really anywhere other people would see them was a time for Gabriel to engage with his fans and he would have to suck it up and be supportive.

At least she had waited until they had finished eating and were just talking as they waited for the bill.

When Gabriel didn’t say anything, Sam spoke for him. “Yes, he is Gabriel Park. Would you like an autograph or a selfie?”

The woman’s eyes went wide as she looked from Gabriel to him and back again. “Really? That would be okay? I loved the concert last night, and bought a dozen copies of your CD last night after the concert. I’m going to give them to all my friends and family for Christmas.”

Sam watched with pride as, after another few seconds, the old social butterfly Gabriel broke through. By the time he finished with that woman, three others had lined up, all fans who had attended his concert the night before.

The waitress finally arrived and looked at Sam. “Dinner’s been paid for,” she said softly as Gabriel posed for one last picture. She then handed him a receipt before slipping away again.

Sam left some money on the table as an extra tip before standing. While Gabriel had always loved his fans, he was looking a little freaked out at the attention after such a long time off the concert circuit.

“Ladies, it’s been wonderful, but we need to go now,” Sam said as he met Gabriel’s eyes and tilted his head toward the door.

“Thank you for your love, ladies,” Gabriel said as he stood and followed Sam out of the restaurant.

Sam slowed until Gabriel caught up and then they began the three-block walk back to the church. That was the only problem with driving an eighteen-wheeler. Nicer restaurants had few parking spaces big enough for a truck and trailer.

“Thank you,” Gabriel said as they left the restaurant’s small parking lot and started walking along the edge of the road.

“Comet, I knew two years ago that the fans come first. I don’t have a problem with you hugging and taking pictures with women like that. Just don’t go home with any of them.”

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