Page 44 of Truck Stop Titan

Swear to Christ the woman was torturing me. Thought I’d worked her out of my system in the shower, but those damn jeans, the way they hugged her ass and hips, that soft hair falling in her face, and those sweet fucking lips. I was hard again. And I wanted that woman so God damn bad.

Clueless to my agony, she continued. “The meeting went well. Thought you might want to know.”

“Okay.” I closed the door. Flipped the lock.

“Dr. Anderson says it’ll be challenging, taking Mim home, but we found a good doctor just outside Shelbyville, and she can work with us every day if needed.”

“So, you’re leaving soon.”

Moriah moved around the room, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah. I have to. My life is… My home is…” She swallowed, wincing, as if the words were painful.

“When you leaving?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

I wanted to hit something. “She isn’t ready.”

“Doctor says she is.”

I didn’t give two fucks what the doctor said. That little girl wasn’t ready for the real world. I wasn’t ready for either one of them to disappear. “This our last night?”

She didn’t answer.

I dropped the towel.

Moriah dropped her shoulders, taking me in. Dark circles rimmed her eyes. She’d lost weight since that night we’d met in the bar. The woman needed rest, but fuck, I needed her, and the way her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted, and her eyes pleaded, I couldn’t ignore the fact that she needed me, too.

“Take off your clothes, Moriah.” I grabbed my cock and stroked.

An exasperated sigh filled the room. She hesitated.

“I’m not wasting our last night together. Take off your fucking clothes.”

She toed off one shoe. I tightened my fist around my hard dick, gave it a good rub.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, kicking off the other shoe.

“I’m ugly, gorgeous.” I killed the lights before stepping closer. “You just haven’t looked close enough.”

Moonlight spilled through the window, highlighting her curves, bathing her face in a hazy glow. The ink on my back was well hidden in the dark, and I made to keep it that way, moving to keep Moriah between me and the window.

Her tongue dragged along her lower lip before disappearing.

“You’re taking too long.”

Her attention fell to the hand at my waist.

I pumped the full length again, then one more time, because those damn eyes begged for a show.

I took another step closer. Her chest rose and fell. Still, she hadn’t removed any of the barriers between us.

“Five.”

She gasped, her eyes widening, meeting mine.

“Four.”

Her T-shirt landed at my feet.

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