Page 74 of Truck Stop Tempest

“Beast,” he murmured, sitting back on his heels, gripping my hips, and pulling me closer until my butt rested on his thighs. “You sexy little beast.”

He flashed one of his rare smiles. My heart burst. A sharp sting pierced my chest, then spread, warming my veins. Gripping my hips, he positioned me, nestling his thick, hard arousal between my thighs.

“Do me a favor, Bunny. Reach over your head. There’s a condom on the nightstand.” His gaze remained focused between my legs, where he teased, rubbing his length in slow strokes across my slick and sensitive folds, driving me insane. I wiggled to free myself, but the man only held me tighter.

“Fuck, baby. Hurry, or I’m taking you bare.”

I reached over my head, twisting in an effort to reach the nightstand, still coming up two inches short of my goal. I planted one foot on the mattress for leverage and stretched until my fingertips grazed the corner of the foil packet.

Tito groaned.

I pushed harder. Tito’s fingers tightened around my waist, but he let me move off his lap long enough to grab the prize.

The world stopped spinning when our eyes met. He’d never looked so beautiful. Cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes dreamy and drinking me in.

He oozed boyish charm, deep dimples making a rare and brilliant appearance when he whispered, “Damn that was sexy, watching you squirm.”

“You did that on purpose.” I threw the packet at his chest. It bounced and landed between my legs, the corner scratching my inner thigh. “Ow,” I said, giggling.

He gestured at his erection. “Can you blame me?”

And then Tito broke my heart. Tore it wide open. His grin spread wider, and he laughed. He laughed. From his gut. “You should see the way those tits were bouncing. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Despite the heaviness of the day, my chest loosened, my spirit soared, and joy filled my hollow parts.

Still chuckling, Tito rolled the condom on and sunk into me, filling me with heat, and pleasure, and gentle bliss. I melted into the bed, absorbing his thrusts, soaking up his kisses, getting lost in the way he loved me with his body.

Fuck, I loved her body. I loved loving her body. I loved commanding, touching, tasting, smelling, and sinking into her body.

She was my drug. My light. My release, my…peace. The calm to my storm. Tuuli took everything I gave, following my lead, melting into me, clinging, writhing, begging for more. What started slow and easy, fun and playful morphed into frantic, desperate, greedy fucking.

I’d pull away, she’d cling tighter. I’d pound harder, she’d whimper but counter my force.

Inside, Tuuli was liquid silk, tight friction, heavenly torture. Outside, she was sinful temptation. Soft and flawless.

We fucked. We purged. We devoured. We unleashed.

When we collapsed, beat and out of fucking juice, Tuuli curled into me, naked, warm, and limp. I wrapped trembling arms around her, tangled our legs, and buried my nose in her hair. So damn sweet. Even after I’d fucked her raw, she still smelled like an angel.

The clock read 2:58 a.m. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, the clock read 8:16.

I stretched across the wrinkled sheets, sore and sated, absorbing the sunshine that reached through the small basement window.

On a normal day, I would have already finished my run, and either been at the gym or neck-deep in research.

Instead, I lay completely at peace and willed my morning woody to calm the fuck down. Hard to do when the room smelled of sex and Bunny. Greedy bastard.

Music broke my trance, an uplifting beat that brought ice to my veins. Heavy on the organ, hand claps, and layered harmonies. No. Just no.

I wrestled into a pair of running pants and went in search of my girl, my stomach rumbling when the scent of bacon hit me, body heating when I took in the scene.

Tuuli stood at the kitchen table. God, the way her eyes lit up every time I entered the room? Sucker punch to the chest. Never got old.

“Morning,” she sang, head bouncing to the music, hips swaying under the loose-fitting dress she wore. A sheer scarf covered her bruised neck. The pinks and yellows in the fabric brightened the blue in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but smile. So beautiful. So clueless to the power she had over me.

I snatched the remote off the counter and muted the volume, too many images pelting my psyche, threatening to let loose demons I wasn’t ready to share. Ugly memories that belonged nowhere near my girl.

Tuuli made a pouty face. I kissed it away.

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