Page 36 of Truck Stop Titan

The ice cream landed on the floor. A beer bottle hit his lips. He chugged. Swallowed. Inhaled. Blew out a breath. “Don’t joke about that shit.”

I sat up, leaning on my elbows. “What?”

“You heard me.” He stalked closer, took another drink, then set the bottles on the bedside table. “Been fucking torture keeping my hands off you.”

Oh dear, sweet Jesus, I wanted another go at that insanely beautiful man, but the timing sucked, and my life…my life…ugh. “But I’m a mess. And I’m leaving soon. And you’re leaving soon. And Mim. And thin walls.”

“Shut up.” He growled. Growled. Bared teeth and all, and holy wow did that snarl do dark and dirty things to my insides.

The beast fell over me, palms pounding the mattress, and claimed my lips in a desperate, bruising kiss—hard and fast and with a moan that crept over my skin, making every inch of me tight and tingly. He moved to my ear, giving the lobe a nibble, then whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

“What about Mim?” I managed to ask through my panting.

“Out cold.” He shoved a hand under my waistband, found my clit, and teased with a slow rub.

“What if someone hears us?”

“They won’t.” He sat back on his heels and tugged on my leggings until I was naked from the waist down.

“But—”

“You want my mouth on that pussy, or what?”

“Yes.” My core clenched tight at the thought.

He moved to the door, hit the lock, killed the light.

A deafeningthumpthumpthumpbattered my ribcage.

Strong hands gripped my ankles, yanked me to the edge of the mattress, moved to my knees, and spread me wide. His beard tickled my thighs, the only warning before he swept his warm tongue over the length of me, then sucked my clit between his teeth, going straight for the kill, drawing me into mindless pleasure with sharp pulls and soft nips.

Thrashing, I tried to adjust, to find reprieve, slow his pace. Strong fingers curled into my hips, holding me steady, forcing me to lie still, absorb, and feel, and ride that torturous wave to the crest. When I thought I couldn’t take any more, he shoved a finger inside me, throwing me deeper into the swirling, pulsing, consuming sea of pleasure.

Silent rasps escaped me, “Oh God. Oh God. Yes, yes, yes…”

Fingers tangled in his hair, I came, the world bursting into blinding light, my body warming, thrusting, bucking against that beard, that face, that tongue, those lips. Devouring what he offered. For that delicious moment I was a greedy, beautiful, warm, wanton woman.

Spent, I relaxed into the mattress, struggling for breath, eyes wet, brain fuzzy. An empty condom wrapper landed at my side. Dane crawled over me, nestled his hips between my legs, and drove his hard length into me, the noise coming from his throat that of raw, unbridled desire. A long pause. His breaths hit my face, lips dusted mine, and then with whispered profanities and dirty promises, he pounded into me, taking his own pleasure, selfish and with no apology, and I melted, absorbing his thrusts and grunts, and shivering under his filthy words, and oh my God, that man… That man…he made me so, so thankful to be a woman.

He cursed his release into my neck. Collapsed at my side. Caressed my skin. Took me again, rendering me boneless, until we both gave way to the pull of exhaustion—spent, sweaty, and tangled.

In that hazy space between wake and sleep, I thought I heard him mumble, “Fuck my life.”

I laughed to myself and thought, yeah, eff my life, too, because I knew I’d never meet another man like Dane.

But thank God I’d had him for a few precious moments.

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A child’s cries carried through the wall, jolting me into a state of consciousness.

I bolted upright, searching the bed for any article of clothing to cover my body.

I found a shirt, shimmied the cotton over my head, kicked my tangled legs free of the sheets, and dashed for the door, crashing into a naked chest.

A strong arm came around my shoulders, steadying me. “Hey. I got her. It’s all good.”

“But she’s my—” I stopped myself. True, she was my responsibility, but for the time being, Mim needed Dane, not me.

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