Page 102 of Truck Stop Titan

I leaned into his warm palm. “How did I ever think taking her away from you, or Rocky, or Whisper Springs was a good idea?”

“Temporary bout of insanity?” He chuckled, a rare, beautiful sound.

“That was smart, telling Mim she could pick the baby’s name.”

He stepped between my knees, the rough pads of his fingers dragging a heated path up my thighs. “I can be smart, sometimes.”

I curled my arms around his waist, buried my face in his massive chest. He smelled like fresh air and laundry soap. His hard planes, mixed with the thrum of his inhales and exhales, and the softthump, thump, thumpof his heart beat, made my insides warm, my breasts ache, the flesh between my legs swell and throb. I hooked my feet behind his thighs, needing him closer.

Warm hands cupped my cheeks, urging me to look up into mesmerizing, hungry eyes.

“Fuck, gorgeous. Look at you.” He bent, stealing my breath with a kiss, soft and full of promise, and so unlike any he’d given before. “Is that blush for me?”

Oh. God. “Yes,” I said, a breathy whisper, an exhale, a plea.

Dane stepped away, leaving me cold. He turned the lock on the door. Reclaimed his spot between my knees. Rubbing a thumb over my cheek, he rasped, “I missed this face last night. Missed you. Missed us.”

His next kiss was a warning, or maybe a promise, that he was going to give me reason to blush, and heat, and swell in his presence. Holding the back of my head with one hand, he worked the other between us, lifting my hospital gown, manipulating the button on his jeans and shoving them down. His cock sprang free. He gripped my hips. I fell back on the exam chair. Dane thrust inside me with a grunt. I arched in pleasure, a moan escaping my lips. I covered my mouth to stifle the sound while the beautiful man took me, fast, hard, unrelenting, over and over, pounding into me, our gazes locked, his fingers digging bruises into my hips, my breasts bouncing in painful waves. Heavy breaths, skin slapping, the table scratch-scratch-scratching on the tile floor. The rhythm was hypnotizing, intoxicating, filthy, and beautiful, and oh…my… Bright light blinded me, my body coiling tight, a toe-curling, unbearable orgasm ripping through me.

Dane rasped words I couldn’t understand, his body going rigid before he fell over me, his face in my chest, rapid breaths cooling my overheated skin.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, holding him against me, I prayed we’d always be that way, frenzied and insatiable and gone for each other.

Dane kissed my stomach, lingering, tracing a lazy circle below my navel. “Hard to believe my kid is growing in there.”

I could swear there were tears forming in those sad eyes of his.

“Know what I can’t believe?” My words came raspy and thick. “I can’t believe what we just did on Dr. Slade’s brand-new table.” I laughed, hoping to lighten the air, and pulled Dane’s head off my stomach. “She’ll never forgive us if she finds out.”

Dane guided me to my feet. Cleaned between my legs. Helped me dress. I wasn’t helpless. But there was something so intimate about the way he cared for me, and I savored every stoke of his fingers, every grunt, every selfless act he offered.

Hand in hand we made our way toward the kitchen. Halfway to our destination, I asked, “Where did you go last night?”

Dane stopped. Stared down at me, the light in the hallway enhancing the dark circles under his beautiful eyes. “I went to find Hammer.”

“Did you find him?”

“No.”

“Did you return his call?”

Dane dropped his head back. Sighed. Rubbed his eyes. “That’s the thing, gorgeous. He hasn’t called me. Not once.”

A shudder ripped through me, and I did the only thing that could ease my tension. I coiled my arms around my man, absorbing his strength, breathing his air, and laid my head on his unbendable shoulder.

Dane

MIM’S HEAD LAY ONmy shoulder, drool wetting my shirt, a soft snore filling the silent room. Heels propped on the coffee table, I held her against my chest and relaxed into the soft cushions. She’d grown heavier over the summer. The hollow in her cheeks…filled. Dark circles under her eyes…gone.

Dust from our earlier ride coated her hair. Dirt and sweaty kid. Fuck. Such a satisfying aroma. I pressed my nose closer to her head and just breathed, absorbing every beautiful detail, her scent, her weight, the soft rasp of her lungs. The girl owned half of my soul. Clutched the worthless bastard in her tiny little fist.

We’d spent the past week discovering new dirt trails around the mansion. The little shit didn’t want the beach, or the park, or a trip to the ice cream store. Hell no. She wanted to ride.

When we weren’t riding, she wanted to hang in the barn, and work on her Cobra, creating problems that didn’t exist, just so she could learn how to fix them.

Hell, she was even content sitting on the dirty floor and passing tools to me while I worked on James’s old beater or the lawnmower. To fill the silence, I’d explain what I was doing, and what tools worked best for each job.

Some days, Lettie would drag Mim into the air-conditioned house, just to get her out of the heat. I’d find them in the kitchen whipping up a meal, or in Lettie’s office, Mim always surrounded by a pile of books.

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