Page 13 of Possessive Trucker

“Gross,” she winces.

“Ha ha, okay then, maybe once we… Sophie? Where are we going with this? Where do you want to go?” I hear myself asking her.

I don’t want to assume I can just take her home and have my way with her. I want the Sophie story and I want the truth about what she wants, what she needs right now.

She has me that goes without saying. But I’m missing a lot of details so far.

“Fill me in,” I tell her and she pulls her knees up to her chest, sighing.

“Like I said, I came down thinking I had a job, which hasn’t worked out. Now… I mean, I called my dad, but I told him I had a job at a logging company,” she says, her voice getting higher at the end as she looks to me for support.

I join some dots in my mind, and can’t help but chuckle out loud. “And what did your dad say?” I ask her, feeling bad when her look darkens.

“I don’t think he bought it,” she says. “We had a fight when I left. I told him I was never going back.”

“I see,” I breathe out, glad to know a little more. “Well! You’re hired!” I exclaim, but notice she’s still looking down, only creasing a smile in reply but then again that could be the bathroom issue.

“Six minutes,” I remind her. “To the stop, can you?”

She nods still half-smiling and unhooking her hands, she unbuckles herself, pecking my cheek as she goes back into the sleeper to change after holding her clothes to her face, testing them for dryness.

“Thank you,” she says, her lower lip trembling some and making me wish I wasn’t driving so I could hold her.

It’s hard for me, but I manage to keep my eyes front, most of the time while she gets dressed again.

It’s a confined space still and I’m grateful that she’s overcome some of her natural shyness with me. It gives me another view of her curves, that chest, those hips and I gulp loudly once I see her shimmying into her jeans.

And that ass, so help me.

My mouth’s dry and I feel brittle, like I could break. All the strength in me is pounding from my chest down to my aching hard on. Aching at the sight of her, aching at the thought of her and me, together.

The distant red glow of the roadhouse shifts my attention, as we roll into what’s maybe the last stop before I head for home.

Our home.

Hopefully.

Chapter Eleven

Sophie

I’m grateful for Thorn stopping, but by the time I see the glowing lights inside that spell ‘ladies’, I practically leap from the truck as soon as it stops.

Thorn tries to keep up, but there’s no catching a girl when she needs to pee. Not this one anyway.

We’ve moved further from the city, but this is still nowhere near ‘country’ that I’m used to. Judging by the cars and bikes in the lot, the people’s faces I see once I trot inside out of the rain, I can see that one side of the roadhouse also doubles as a bar and hangout for locals.

Racing for the ladies, I do what I need to, then hear a commotion form outside the otherwise empty restroom.

I’m almost frightened to go back out, until I hear Thorn’s growling voice.

“Just wait a minute. Then you can go inside,” he’s snarling.

I roll my eyes, and opening the door, I see a small line of girls, and a couple of their angry men who aren’t happy that a man the size of Thorn has suddenly decided to block the entrance to the ladies restroom.

“You done?” he asks, drawing me close as soon as I open the door. I nod my head and we both move to one side.

“What was all that about?” I ask Thorn, but there’s one guy who’s not happy somebody made his lady wait.

He’s even less happy once his lady speaks up too.

“Oh, I don’t mind waiting,” she says, looking Thorn up and down, pausing at his crotch on her second pass.

I feel my own back go up, but her man’s in Thorn’s face before anyone else can speak.

“The fuck, man. Who D’ya think you are? Fucking truckers think you own the damned place like ya think ya own the damned roads?”

He’s big, but nowhere near Thorn big, and by the time he’s close enough to try and make his point he realizes his mistake.

The whole place gets quiet real quick, with only Thorn’s growl audible over my own heart which has frozen in my throat.

Thorn looks down at the man, whose girl is still looking at Thorn in a way I just don’t like.

It feels like something bad is gonna go down, and I shut my eyes, not wanting to even think about what might happen.

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