Page 22 of Truck Stop Titan

“Good fucking thing I’m here then.” He shoved through the door, all whisky breath and sex eyes, scooped me up by my ass and kicked the door shut behind us.

The man vibrated, every muscle strung tight with raw power, need, but mostly want. God, what a heady feeling to be wanted. He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t need to kiss me. Our eyes locked, his burning through the darkness, searing me with their intensity. My back hit the mattress. Trailer crawled over me, then gripped my thighs, spreading me wide. He shoved a hand between my legs, and attacked, shoving my silk thong to the side, and diving deep with one finger, then two, his thumb brushing my clit with a nasty tease.

“Oh. Yes. Yes. Shit, shit, shit,” I groaned, meeting his intrusion with greedy thrusts.

With a sharp tug, my panties disappeared. A rough tongue replaced his fingers, shoving into me over and over, then retreating. A short pause, then he captured my clit between his teeth and sucked hard, shoving his hands under my hips, supporting me while I bucked off the bed, high off the pain and the dizzying pleasure.

With urgency, the man pleasured, nipping and licking, taking my assaults as I tossed, and writhed, and scratched at his head, reaching for something to ground me, desperately searching for an ounce of control.

I dug my heels into the mattress, trying to scoot away from the violent pleasure. He gripped me tighter, pulling me back against his mouth, like a ravenous beast fighting for his only meal, taking me like I was his to ruin.

“Wanna hear you, gorgeous. Fucking scream for me.”

Again, he forced his tongue between my folds. So dirty, so wild, so brazen. My body bowed, and I slammed my hands around his head, fingers digging deep as I pounded my hips into his face, that stranger’s face. That man who seemed to know my body better than even me. Lost in pleasure, I shed all inhibition, and I came, my body splitting in two, grinding against that dangerous mouth. I came so hard a white light exploded behind my eyes. Tears erupted. The mattress dampened beneath us.

Allowing no time to recover, Trailer flipped me to my stomach, shoved my skirt over my ass, and forced my legs together, his knees bracing my thighs. I panted through the long pause, impatient through his heavy breaths, wiggling beneath him while he readied. A handful of condoms landed on the pillow—a promise of what was to come—before he fell over me, his heavy chest on my back, hot breaths in my ear, and he shoved in, taking me from behind. Rapid, forceful thrusts, pounding me into the mattress, stealing my breath, stripping my sanity, overshadowing my worry.

The dark room filled with moans and dirty words, the rhythmic drum of bed frame beating wall while flesh pounded flesh.

He came, cursing into my hair, his weight crushing me, warm and possessive. We lay together, unspeaking but touching, panting, groping, working each other into another frenzy of lust. He took me against the wall, then again on the bed, and after I rode him on the hard floor, my knees ruined, my thighs burning, he ordered me to bed.

I crawled between the sheets, limbs heavy with exhaustion, and watched his shadow move through the room, dressing in the dark, my phantom lover.

“I’m checking out this morning,” I rasped, still catching my breath.

“Okay.” He grunted, tugging on a shoe.

A heavy air filled the space between us, silent torture.

I didn’t want our torrid affair to end on a negative note.

“So, don’t come-a-knockin’ again. You might scare the shit out of some elderly couple.”

He snorted, and the tension eased.

“Trailer?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.”

“For what?” He came closer, enough I could make out his features.

“I needed you tonight.”

His shoulders slumped, head falling back. “Fuck,” he yelled to the ceiling. “If circumstances were different.” He cussed again. Shook his head. “Never mind.”

More than anything, I wanted to know what he was thinking. I didn’t push. Wouldn’t matter. I would never see him again, that man who made me feel more alive than I’d ever thought possible.

“Moriah,” he rasped, snagging his keys from the counter. “Gorgeous fucking Moriah.”

With the soft click of the door, he was gone.

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I couldn’t remember ever feeling so worked over, so sated, so relaxed. Multiple orgasms and hours of no-strings, dirty, sweaty sex with a tattooed stranger would do that to a girl apparently. Too bad I couldn’t have penciled Trailer in for a few more nights. I had a feeling I would need the release if my first meeting with my niece was any indicator of how the rest of the week would play out.

I checked out of the hotel early, then drove through the streets of Whisper Springs. The downtown area was quiet, the quaint little shops still closed but all the more charming in the splendor of morning. Floral baskets hung from every ornate street lamp, purple, pink, and red flowers spilling over. Brick buildings, mixed with newer construction, lined the street, leading toward a lake, diamond studded and blinding under the rising sun. A street sweeper whirred past, heading the opposite direction, and the man commanding the rig tipped his hat as he passed.

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