Page 51 of Truck You

He doesn’t hesitate to take control of the kiss by parting my lips with his tongue. It’s a deep kiss, yet softer and sweeter than what we shared on Friday night. There’s no sense of urgency, but rather a slow exploration and a need to be closer to one another.

He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me onto the bench. I part my legs, making room for him to step between them and press his body to mine. I feel every inch of his hard length against me, sparking memories of how good he felt inside me. I want to feel that good again.

But we can’t do this. Not until I know he won’t run from me as soon as we’re done.

“Mac,” I whisper against his lips. “You can’t keep doing this.”

He sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, lightly nibbling on it, and it causes an intense heat to pool between my legs.

“Doing what?” His words sound so innocent and free of guilt.

“Acting like you hate me, and then kissing me like that.”

He pulls back. His gaze is heavy with desire and need. “Youkissedme.”

I run my finger along his jaw, then over his bottom lip. I really want to kiss him again, but I need to know where we stand first.

“Yeah, but you kissed me back,” I say. “It’s confusing.”

He holds his stare on me for several beats before he finally nods, like he’s acknowledging what I’ve said.

“I don’t hate you.”

“You sure as hell act like you do.”

He shakes his head and slowly extracts his body from mine. I instantly miss his heat and his touch. “Just the opposite actually. I like you too much, and that’s a fucking problem.”

I close my eyes, knowing I’m losing this battle. He’s not ready to give me more. But I ask my next question anyway. “Why is that a problem?”

He steps back with a mournful expression on his face. “Because me and women don’t mix. It never ends well.”

Before I can argue that I’m nothing like the women from his past, he turns and walks out the door.

I don’t know how it’s possible, but somehow, him leaving me now hurts so much more than when he left me Friday night.

Chapter13

Trapped in a metal box with temptation.

Mac

Ash double checks the trailer hitch one last time before I pull the truck out of the garage. I park it along the edge of the driveway before I hop out and help him double check all the ties.

My next race is tomorrow afternoon near Beckley, West Virginia. It’s not too far from the New River Gorge.

This isn’t a big race, or even one that will get me a lot of sponsorship or media attention, but I race it every year. We really go for the outdoor activities. It’s a great excuse to spend a few days on the river.

The New River has some great rapids, and whitewater rafting is one of our favorite activities. Even Garret leaves his tiny little house and joins us for this trip.

It’s cold this time of year, but we don’t let that stop us. That’s what wetsuits are for. It also means there won’t be a lot of tourists, and we’ll mostly have the river to ourselves.

Liam and Christian are staying behind though. Someone needs to run the shop while the rest of us are gone.

Chase exits the garage and tosses supplies into the back of my truck. Then he drops the tailgate and drags the cooler to the edge.

“What are you doing?” I ask. “We’re not taking my truck.”

Chase tosses me one of his mischievous grins. “We’ve got one more joining us. Two trucks will be more comfortable.”

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