Page 8 of Possessive Trucker

Kip’s hands are up in surrender. “Okay, okay, none of my business, boss, I get it. Yes, I want the job and thank you!” he says, a slither of his sarcasm still lingering in his voice as I remind myself this is the guy who’s giving me the day with Sophie.

More than a day, every day from now on if I have my way.

I sigh an apology. “Kip, It’s been a long day. I appreciate you taking this load. Make sure it gets to the yard this afternoon.” I manage, giving him a small smile as he fake salutes me.

“Sure thing boss, I know how it gets. I do,” he says, his eyes straining to catch more of what’s in my truck, but I relax when he shrugs unconsciously and sets about getting back to his rig, ready to hook up.

“I’ll leave you with it then, Kip. Any issues call the office,” I tell him firmly, calling up to him in his cab and deciding I might just want to start taking some time for me for once.

For us.

For Sophie and me.

Hearing myself say it, even in my mind makes me more buoyant as I hitch myself up into my own rig, ready to go.

I’m nowhere near as close to her as I’d like, but having her in the cab with me is a start. Our smiles signal the same feeling.

“Don’t forget Rick,” Sophie suddenly chimes, her mouth sloping in an awkward expression.

“The bill,” she adds, noting my own confused look.

“Sure,” I tell her, feeling proud of her again but not wanting to leave her alone in the truck for a second time. Not near Kip anyway.

I fire up the rig and swing back around the front of the diner.

“You need anything else?” I ask Sophie, knowing I have all I want for now but needing to know she feels the same too.

“You seem pretty… organized,” she says coolly, her eyes straying to my crotch for a second, making my thickness twitch against my jeans, filling it with electricity at a glance.

I should feel embarrassed, ashamed even. But the smile playing on her lips, the look in her eyes makes me want her like nothing else all over again.

I know we’re not supposed to pick up ‘hikers’. But it’s a double edged sword. What if she’s the villain? What if she has something nasty waiting for me a few miles down the road too?

I dismiss the thought as soon as I have it.

One look into her clear blue eyes tells me all I need to know.

She’s in. She wants this as much as I do.

Neither of us really know where this is going, but something tells me both of us are complicit now. We both silently agree to explore the full potential of this feeling between us.

Me? I want to take her straight home, but I have to tell myself she has family, probably friends who care about her too.

I shoot back into the diner just long enough to hand Rick a fifty and drawn by a sense of not wanting her alone and wanting her all to myself, I’m back in the rig and we’re on the road in seconds.

Chapter Seven

Sophie

It’s weird, but the more distance between us and the diner, Thorn and me together, between anyone else, makes me feel oh so much better.

My clothes are still damp, but there’s a part of me that feels hotter and wetter than my jeans that has nothing to do with the rain, cab temperature or denim.

There something inside me now, a yearning for him I can’t shake.

A need for him I don’t want to let go of.

I know I’ll be his, and now part of the excitement inside me is wondering how it will unfold.

Wondering and imagining just how he’ll have me in the end.

I don’t have thoughts like this. Never have.

Thorn’s looks, his breathing. It all tells me he’s thinking the same thing as the truck settles into a definite hum, glued to the highway with only the future ahead of us.

“So?” he asks suddenly, leaning back a little into the driver’s seat.

“Wanna tell me about it? About your day?”

I feel my smile falling, not wanting to think about everything that’s lead me here. Just wanting more of what matters.

What’s good.

“I’m country,” I hear myself saying. “I thought I had a job down here, guaranteed but when I showed up, they said no. Even that hotel across the road from the diner, she said she’d give me work, a place to stay…”

I stop myself, shocked at how much I want to tell him all at once, but his brow only creases. His eyes on the road and his ears all mine.

“What do you mean?” he asks, glancing at me for a moment in the selection of huge rear view mirrors.

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