Page 18 of Possessive Trucker

Sophie pouts a little, until I pull her close and ask her what’s wrong.

“You sure you don’t prefer those skinny girls? Like the one at the roadhouse that had her eyes all over you?” she asks.

I think she’s kidding, but there’s a sadness in her eyes I don’t want to see ever again.

“Hey,” I tell her softly but firmly. “I don’t even remember those people. I was thinking about you the whole time and I still am,” I tell her truthfully, hoping she knows how much I mean it.

She looks a little happier.

“I mean it Sophie, I love you and I’m keeping you for my own from now on okay? So no more silly talk about other women, men or about skipping meals. Okay?”

I feel better that’s out of the way and once she hooks her fingers in mine, I lead her past the staircase and down the hall into the kitchen, which looks over the woods out back but tonight it’s a curtain of black, reflecting us both in the huge floor to ceiling windows.

“It’s so quiet out here. It reminds me of the farm,” she says, and I make a face not thinking a farm would be very quiet at all.

Unhooking a skillet from the rack, I hit the lights for the back and the whole yard running to the edge of the woods is flooded with light.

A deer and her fawn are nibbling some grass, a little startled by the lights but they come up from the woods often enough to know it’s safe enough.

Sophie gasps, and pawing at the glass whispers how cute they look.

“It’s just beautiful,” she says softly, noticing the path leading to the woods beyond. The subtle features of the simple garden I try and keep looking as natural as possible.

“It sure is,” I tell myself, looking her up and down again, ignoring the view I’ve seen a thousand times and feeling the stirrings of passion for her all over again.

I let out another low growl, making her smile then blush as she notices my robe bulging at the front.

“I can’t help it,” I tell her. “See what you do to me?”

Her laughter echoes off the slate and polished wood in the kitchen and fills the house.

It’s an uplifting sound, and even if she only chuckles softly, it makes my whole heart sing to know she’s happy.

Home and happy.

Sitting opposite the grill that’s built into the island counter top in the center of the kitchen, she cranes her neck to see what’s in my fridge over my shoulder as I pull out a couple of thick steaks and a bowl of potato salad.

She lets out another gasp once she spies the huge pie resting on the top shelf, which I baked yesterday.

“Don’t tell me you bake as well?” she asks, looking amazed as I shrug.

“I don’t call it baking,” I tell her, trying to keep my voice low.

“Making food. Nothing wrong with that, is there?” I ask her, cocking my brow with satisfaction as she shakes her head.

“No, no there isn’t. I can’t even boil an egg, so if you can bake… Err… Make food, then that’s awesome!” she exclaims.

I hold up the two steaks, and she points to the smaller one.

“To share?” she asks, and I make a face.

“You can have your own. I need a lot of meat,” I tell her. “But if you get stuck I can help out,” I concede.

Once the skillet’s hot enough I set both steaks sizzling and plate up the potato salad, grabbing a couple of bottles of mineral water to go with it.

“How you’d find the ti-” she starts to say, but I’m already on her, unable to keep my hands off her and almost lifting her off the stool with my grip as I grab her fine ass and pull her towards me, kissing her so deep it never feels far enough to show her how much she means to me.

Chapter Fifteen

Sophie

It’s the perfect end to the perfect day, which I struggle to remind myself started out as the worst day.

I’ve felt the pain and fear of being alone, and then had it turned on its head in moments. Not just meeting Thorn, which would be something in itself.

I’ve fallen for him and found out he’s right there at the bottom waiting for me after having fallen so hard for me himself.

Something I never thought would ever happen in my lifetime.

Two of the best meals I’ve ever had, one of them made by Thorn and not to mention, losing my virginity and having two of the best… two of the only climaxes I’m pretty sure I’ve ever had.

It doesn’t get any better than this.

Thorn likes to watch me eat for some reason, he also likes to watch my body move when I eat.

“Not all the way open, just like this,” he says, adjusting my robe as he leans over, making me feel like only half my chest is spilling out instead of all of it.

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