Page 100 of Trucker
He kissed the side of my head and began scooping water up to pour over my shoulders.
Moaning, I leaned back into his chest.
EPILOGUE
Taji Sloane
Two months later…
Trucker and Zoomdidn’t know I was coming into town.
I didn’t know what it was about Mayson Calhoune but he had be in ways I never thought I would ever understand. At nights when I went to bed, especially nights when I didn’t get to speak with him, I missed him terribly.
The shirt he’d left for me to wear to bed didn’t smell like him anymore. I’d washed it too many times and was afraid to ask him for another.
I’d gone to different stores trying to find his cologne by smell alone but had failed.
I’m desperate.
When I showed up at the station, I tried introducing myself but one of the other firefighters merely grinned at me and waved me in.
“Leave her alone.” He called to the woman at the front desk. “That’s Trucker’s girl.”
Though I was calm on the outside, offering her a nod while she gave me a look of apology, inside I was doing backflips and summersaults because to them, I was Trucker’s girl.
He had me wait in Zoom’s office and it was three hours and a nap later that I felt someone caressing my back gently.
“Hello, Sprite.”
He smelled like smoke.
Some soot was on his cheeks and a little on his forehead. He was still in a half of his uniform from the blaze and was quite dirty.
But I didn’t care.
Saying nothing, I tossed myself into his arms.
“Oh-oh, sweetheart.” He laughed while hugging me back. “What’s wrong?”
“I missed you.”
I didn’t know where the tears came from but without warning, they tumbled down my cheeks. “Long distance is hard, and your shirt doesn’t smell like you anymore and I tried finding your cologne but couldn’t because I didn’t know what it’s called and?—”
“Whoa!” He lifted me from his chest to stare into my eyes.
I pulled from his hands only to hug him again.
“I miss you too.” He told me, hugging me back. “Let me get cleaned up and I’ll take you to my place. What do you say?”
“Mm.”
“You are so cute.” He chuckled.
Blushing. I finally kissed him—but the most important part of all of this had been to be in his arms. It was to feel his strong arms around my body, my breasts crushing against his muscular chest, to feel his heated breath against the side of my head.
He was my sanity.
And so, time passed.
