Page 96 of Truck Stop Titan

“You see, that’s the thing I’m struggling with most. Everything I’ve been taught tells me that what you’re doing is wrong. It’s a police issue. Let them handle those sick bastards.” She paused. Swallowed. Licked her lips.

“But?”

The pink glow on her face darkened, her fingers digging harder into my skin. “I don’t know.”

“Say it, baby.”

She dropped her gaze, drawing a circle over my knee with her fingernail. “It turns me on, knowing you’re out there, breaking the law.”

“You got a thing for bad boys?”

“Apparently so.”

“Well, you’ve struck gold, gorgeous.”

I dragged my naked girl up the length of me and settled her against my chest. Not satisfied, I urged her knees up, and grabbed my cock, guiding it home. Without further prompting, she shifted her hips, opening for me, taking me to the hilt in one slow, torturous slide.

“God damn, we’re a perfect fit,” I mumbled into her hair, fighting a full body shiver.

Moriah planted her hands on my chest and sat up, arching her back, shoving her tits in my face, and I was a goner.

“That’s it, ride me baby.” I flicked a tongue over her taut, pink tit.

Her whimper set me on fire. When her lips met mine, and she coiled her arms around my neck, I gripped her hips. I took control. And I showed her exactly how bad I could be.

Even covered in bubbles.

Moriah

“DID SHE LIKE THEbubbles?” I asked, moving the purple bottle and giant pink wand aside.

“Oh, Lordy. She had a blast. Had to hose off her and Rocky afterward. They were a mess.” Lettie shook her head, laughing.

It was so good to see her smiling.

“How are you holding up?”

Lettie gestured for me to sit. “Won’t lie. It’s been rough, especially the evenings. Dane and Mim have been a Godsend, though. I haven’t had to worry about anything around the house. And Mim’s smile. Lord.” Slapping a hand to her chest, she looked up, then shook her head. “How can you be sad with those bright eyes beaming up at you?” She sighed, her shoulders dropping. “I miss my James, though, so much.”

I collapsed on a stool at the kitchen island. “I feel like I haven’t had time to mourn my mom or my sister with everything that’s happened. I’m afraid it’s going to hit me all at once. Knock me for a loop, ya know?”

“Well.” Lettie grabbed my hand with a motherly squeeze. “When that happens, you call me. We’ll carry each other through the rough patches. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a deal.”

The house seemed eerily quiet and empty. I looked around the vast, spotless kitchen. “Where are they now?”

Lettie turned to open the fridge. “They went for a long drive today. Came back about an hour ago but haven’t come inside.” She pulled a large dish off the shelf and set it between us. “They might be in the barn. They’ve been spending a lot of time out there the past week.”

“Hmm.”

“Why don’t you go find them. I’ll get this casserole in the oven. Should be ready in about an hour.”

“You sure? I can help with dinner.”

“Salad is already made. All that’s left to do is set the timer. Go ahead.” She shooed me off. “Make sure they’re not getting into any trouble out there.”

I started the long trek across the lawn, my heels sinking into the soft grass. Halfway there, I kicked off my shoes, the lawn a cool balm to my aching feet.

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