Page 16 of Rocking the Trucker

Chapter Nine

Gabriel woke slowly, feeling rested in a way he had not felt in more than two years. Not since the last time he and Sam had shared a bed. Opening his eyes, he looked around, surprised when he found himself alone in the big bed. With the blackout curtains in place over the windows, he could not tell what time it was, or how long he’d been asleep.

He thought for a moment maybe he had dreamt the entire encounter. But if it had been only a dream, why was there a lingering scent of sex in the air? And he would not feel so relaxed that his muscles felt sore at the release of long held tension.

Sitting up, he looked around the room but could not see any signs that his memories weren’t just his sometimes too vivid imagination, and long ignored libido, running wild. But there was still the scent of sex in the air.

“Good afternoon.”

The deep dark voice had him looking at the doorway to the hall. There was a man standing there. The light from behind him outlined a big, well-built bear of a man. Though his face was in shadow, Gabriel knew who it was.

Sam.

His memories of hot sex from the night before were actual remembrances and not wishful dreams.

“What time is it?” His voice was scratchy, so he swallowed and tried again. “Good morning. What time is it?”

Sam leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “2:17 in the afternoon. You slept for about thirteen hours. How do you feel?”

“I need to pee.”

“I’ll make you some breakfast while you pee. Then we need to talk,” Sam said before turning and walking away.

As he scrambled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, Gabriel had to fight the urge to throw up.We need to talkwere four words no one ever wanted to hear the morning after the night before.

Gabriel took his time in the bathroom, washing his hands, combing his hair, and brushing his teeth before he returned to the bedroom. He grabbed the last pair of clean boxers out of the drawer before pulling on the clothes he’d worn after the concert. He would need to find a laundromat soon. At least they had a three-day break before his next series of concerts in Oklahoma, so there was plenty of time to do all the errands and chores.

Once he was dressed, Sam wasted a few more minutes making the bed. He knew it was a stalling tactic, but didn’t care. The last thing he wanted after waking up feeling good was to have Sam tell him that last night was a mistake.

The scent of bacon pulled him from the bedroom and toward the front of the trailer where he found Sam in the kitchen area, standing in front of the stove.

“Drink this,” the man handed him a glass of orange juice.

Gabriel did not argue, just drank the juice down before setting the glass in the sink. He had a feeling after their confrontation the night before, Sam would become a mother hen, demanding he eat every few hours, sleep more regular hours, and take better care of himself.

While he would not mind such attention, he also knew he needed to man up and take care of himself without Sam hovering.

“What are you making?” he asked as he went to the refrigerator and grabbed a soda.

Sam frowned at him over his shoulder, but did not scold his drink of choice, for which Gabriel was grateful. “I thought you might like pancakes with your bacon.”

“Ooo, yum. Yes, please.” Gabriel said as he stepped up behind Sam. He wrapped his arms around and gave him a hug as he pressed his suddenly hard cock into the man’s ass. “Then maybe after breakfast we can go take a sleepless nap?”

“A sleepless nap, huh? Is that what it’s called these days?”

“I have no idea. But it sounds like fun, doesn’t it?”

Sam did not answer as he scooped the pancake out of the frypan and added it to the stack on the plate on the counter. Handing Gabriel the plate, he pulled one piled high with bacon from the microwave and carried it to the table.

That was when he noticed Sam was walking tentatively, as if he were in pain. When he sat down, he sucked in a breath and shifted several times before finally stilling.

“What’s wrong?” Gabriel asked as he slid into the seat across the table.

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