Page 15 of Possessive Trucker

Once Sophie came out and it was clear she didn’t want anything else, we could leave.

I’ve never felt so cut and dry, but with Sophie on my arm it’s like she’s the only thing in the world that matters. Everyone else can just wait.

And once she tells me that home for me is home to her too, well. I just about kiss the lips off her right there and then.

It’s music to my ears and seals both our fates in my mind.

She’s coming home with me and I’ll claim her as my own. Then she can see just how much I’ve longed for her… the one.

My only.

“It’s not far,” I tell her once we’re back in the truck, and I notice how much I have to calm myself, focus on the road and driving when all I want is her.

Nothing but Sophie from now on.

It’s the longest stretch of road, and I make the mental note not to stop again at that roadhouse unless I really have to.

I also decide that maybe I’ll be doing less driving from now on and maybe more focusing on what means most.

I do have a new employee, after all… I tell myself, glancing over at Sophie and feeling warmed by her smile, we don’t even think it strange when our hands reach out for each other anymore.

“How soon can you start?” I ask her, squeezing her fingers, not wanting to even hide my mischievous mood once we’re clear of the roadhouse.

I will have her, but I want her to enjoy herself too, nothing in stone about not having any fun along the way.

“My new job?” she muses, pretending to look up and away, deep in thought. “I dunno. I thought maybe I could have the rest of the day off… start tomorrow, or the next day,” she adds, flashing her own grin which makes me growl with anticipation.

“How far is it?” she asks with equal excitement.

“Not close enough,” I murmur to myself. But then add, “not far,” with a cheerful smile for her benefit, which quickly turns to a longing groan.

Her purring, cooing sounds as she breaths in and writhes in her seat, reaching for her blanket again are almost as much as I can stand.

I wonder to myself just how hard I can be, and for how long. I’ve felt like my dick’s about to break since meeting her but still only imagine what I want to do to her with it.

I remind myself to hold everything as long as I can. To give her what she needs first and then concentrate on filling her up with our kids.

Our future life together.

The rest of the way home is automatic but I’m determined to keep my eyes front and my wits focused on the road ahead. But it won’t stop my mind from wandering a little.

I can’t wait to show Sophie around. To show her more than the physical pleasure I have in mind for her body as well as her peace of mind from now on.

The turn off from the highway and up the private road never looked so welcoming, even in the dark.

It’s a wide, graveled drive that arcs around the front of the house in a full semi-circle. Big enough for the rigs I drive or for anything else.

The beams of light from the truck on the house make Sophie gasp again.

“This is really it?” she asks me with a tone of disbelief.

“Yeah, this is home,” I tell her, reminding myself how lucky I am. How glad I’m that I’ve got someone to share it with from now on.

The double story building started as a log cabin, a sort of hobby when I started carting so much lumber all those years ago.

It’s since grown to something more than that. A place I feel comfortable as well as safe. Lots of wood, lots of brick now as well.

When the money came in, so did the builders and on the advice of my accountant, I put money into the surrounding land as well as the buildings.

Sheds, trucks and of course, the mill.

But there was always the house.

But all of that, all those years of work and sleepless nights hauling tonnage of lumber across the country… It all makes sense when I see the glowing light reflected in Sophie’s wide eyes as she looks at the place.

The place I instantly have a name for in my mind.

Sophie’s place.

“Oh… My… god…” she says to herself, her head shaking a little but her smile telling me she likes it already.

The dark woods that hug the place don’t look scary or out of place. They look like the blanket of sleep I so often looked forward to when I came home after a long trip or even just after a long day.

Today they look like the backdrop to the greatest day of my life. The dark suddenly filled by Sophie’s light.

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