Page 8 of That Trucker Kind of Love

I handed it over anyway. “Well, I’ll still pay. I know it’s not much, but maybe it’ll help you accommodate more families.”

She smiled at me. “You’re too kind, sir.”

I just shrugged. She finally took my card and swiped it, charging me for a night. It was a little over a hundred, which I knew wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but fuck—maybe it would help at least a little bit.

Once I had two room keys, I headed back over to Fletcher. His mouth was hanging open, and he was lightly snoring. When I rested my hand on his shoulder, he jerked awake, almost head-butting me, though I backed up just in time. He blinked at me and then rubbed his eyes.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go get showers, get into dry clothes, and crawl into bed.”

He sleepily nodded and stood from the chair. I pulled his suitcase behind us and linked my fingers through his as we headed toward the elevator. Once we reached the fourth floor, we stepped off and I counted the numbers until we reached 413, which was at the end of the hall.

“One bed?” Fletcher mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

My stomach clenched, but I nodded. “Yeah, one bed. Lot of displaced families tonight, and they’re going to need rooms with double beds.” I pulled him to me, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I promise I’ll be good,” I teased.

A husky chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest. “I don’t think my dick can get up right now anyway.”

I barked out a laugh and leaned down to softly kiss him. “You hop in the shower first,” I ordered as I stepped back from him. I set his suitcase on the dresser. “All of your things are in there. I’ll hop in after you.”

He walked over to his bag as I settled in one of the chairs and began to unlace my boots. “Thanks, Conan.”

I smiled at him. “Anything, baby.” And I fucking meant that from the bottom of my damn heart.

Fletcher was curled around me when I woke up the next morning. His head was resting on my chest, his arm was draped over my waist, and his leg was thrown over both of mine.

I turned my head and nestled my face into his curls, breathing in his scent. This was how I wanted to wake up for the rest of my life—with Fletcher wrapped up in my arms. Having him with me like this feltright. Like everything in my life had suddenly slotted into place.

“I’m hungry,” Fletcher grumbled, his voice thick with sleep. The gravelly note in it had my morning wood jerking. Fuck, he sounded sexy as hell.

I looked over at the clock on the nightstand. Shit, it was only eight. How the hell was he already awake? I felt like I could still sleep the rest of the day after the stress of last night.

“How are you awake?” I grunted.

“Stomach,” he muttered. A loud rumble followed right after, and I snorted a laugh before running my fingers through his hair. He practically purred in response. Christ, this was not helping my dick go down.

“Let’s get dressed, and we’ll go down and have breakfast. I need to make some phone calls this morning anyway.”

He surprised me by pressing a kiss to my throat. A full-body shiver rolled through me in response, and a deep groan crawled up my throat. Fuck, he had me by the fucking balls.

He rolled out of bed and padded barefoot to his suitcase. And then, he ripped his shirt over his head, and I just about fucking choked on my tongue when I swallowed. Those abs I pictured every time I jacked off were just as ripped as I remembered, and then he stretched his arms over his head, teasing me even fucking more.

And hewasbeing a tease. One hundred fucking percent. That coy smile he tilted my way told me everything I needed to know.

“You’re being a tease, boy,” I growled as I got out of bed, my hard cock tenting my flannel pajama pants. I scratched my flat stomach as I eyed him.

He ran his eyes over me, stopping for a moment on my shaft before licking his lips. “Breakfast,” he finally said, raising his eyes to meet mine again.

I growled in response. He was playing a dangerous game. The only reason I wasn’t throwing him on that bed and making him scream loud enough for the entire hotel to hear him was that I had to call the insurance company and call dispatch to get another trucker to come get the load I’d been hauling.

“You’re going to drive me mad,” I snarled as I prowled over to the suitcase to snatch out my clothes.

He snickered and slid between me and his bag, sliding his palms through the hair on my stomach and my chest as his hazel eyes met mine. They were drowned in lust but still the clearest, prettiest fucking eyes I’d ever seen in my life.

“Conan, you’ve been driving me mad for years.”

I gripped a handful of his dark curls and yanked his head back. Then, I sank my teeth into his Adam’s apple before sucking hard on it, marking him like a caveman. He moaned loudly, his hands grabbing my waist. Digging his fingers into my skin, he yanked me closer, aligning our cocks.

“Fletcher,” I snarled, licking at where I’d just marked him.

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