Page 45 of Truck You

I still as my body adjusts to the feel of her wet heat around me. She’s so tight. My head is spinning with dizziness, and if I move, I’m going to blow my load before either of us enjoys this. I haven’t felt the urge to come this fast since my first time when I was a teenager.

She rocks her hips against me, and I groan.

“Don’t,” I growl.

“I need you to move.” She pants.

I shake my head before I bury it in her neck. “I need a minute. You feel too good.”

We’re both breathing heavily as I slowly pull out, leaving just my tip inside her. I plant soft kisses on her neck and up to her ear that are in complete contrast to how I want to fuck her. Once I’m certain I’ve got control of my dick, I whisper in her ear, “Are you ready to be fucked?”

“Oh, Mac. Yes!” she moans.

This time I don’t hold back as I slam inside her over and over until she’s crying my name. Her already tight heat clenches around me like a vise. She’s close, which is a damn good thing because I’m not going to last long.

“Mac!” she screams just before her core squeezes around me, triggering my orgasm. I pump my hips harder and faster, wanting to drag this out because it feels so fucking amazing to be inside her.

We both moan. Our bodies collapse into a puddle of pleasure and contentment. Her legs are still around my waist with my dick buried deep inside her, and I still have her arms pinned above her head. I lift my head and meet her heavy gaze.

She’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now. Sated and exhausted from my dick. A heaviness settles over my chest, and the storm that’s been raging inside me for months brews again. Suddenly it’s hard to breathe, and the urge to run is strong.

I release her hands and untangle her legs from around my waists. My cock aches in protest as I slowly slide out of her. I already miss the soft warmth of her body, and I haven’t even left her side.

I’m so fucked.

I scrub my hands over my face as I put some distance between us. I tie off the condom and stuff it in the wrapper I tossed on the ground before I right my clothes.

When I finally look at her, she’s fixed her dress and is running her fingers through her hair. I want to kiss her again and mess her up. I like her messed up.

All my fears and insecurities surface, and the high from my release wanes. All I can think about is how I shouldn’t have touched her. That I can’t be the man she deserves. That she’ll lie to me about something else—something more significant. Or that she’ll end up leaving anyway, because that’s what women do. They lie, and they leave.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” I blurt out. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Her eyes widen as they dart to mine. “What? Did you seriously just say that to me?”

“Yeah, I mean …” I sigh and run my fingers through my hair because I don’t know what I mean. I just know that this was the best sex of life and it’s freaking me the fuck out. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Oh my God. You’re unbelievable.” She charges toward me and shoves me with both her hands on my chest. I stumble backward. “Then why did you barge in there, practically club me over the head, and then demand that I belong to you?”

My chest heaves with anxiety because I don’t have a good answer for her. “Because I’m an asshole. I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta go.”

I turn around and bolt. I’m out of earshot before she speaks. I’m sure whatever she said isn’t good, but also well deserved.

But I can’t be near her right now. I’m too damaged, too fucked in the head, and too jaded where women are concerned.

I need to be alone.

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I hearone of my brothers calling after me. A tinge of disappointment washes over me that it’s not Sophia. Which is stupid since she’s the person I’m running from. Yet some deep-rooted and sick part of me wants her to follow me.

I want her to call me out for being a dick.

I want her to fight with me and refuse to take my shit.

But why would she? Not after what I just did.

When I saw Tanner lead her into the Beer Garden, I lost my shit. He touched her. The man put his arm around her. And he flirted with her, making her laugh.

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