Page 13 of Trucker Daddy

"Fuck, baby. Look at me."

I force my eyes open. Garrett's face is wet, and his beard glistens. "That's enough for tonight, princess. I know you hate to hear this, but we really are going to take it slow."

"At least sleep back here with me tonight?"

Garrett hums in approval, pulling the blanket around me. "That I can do, princess."

I'm asleep in minutes, Garrett's warm body curled around mine, fully satisfied and hopelessly addicted to this man.

CHAPTER 4

Garrett

Iwake with Sienna in my arms, smelling of sex and the sweet scent of vanilla that always surrounds her. I’m immediately hard, seeing her beautiful face and her kiss-swollen lips, and I lick my own, hoping to catch a lingering taste of her. Christ, she was so sweet.

As quietly as I can, I slide into the driver’s seat. She stirs when the engine starts, but settles when I shush her.

There’s a little breakfast joint two hours away, and it’s fully daylight when I pull in. I gently shake Sienna awake and tell her to get dressed. She blushes, realizing that she’s still stark naked, but I have to adjust my erection when the blanket slides down so I can see almost all of her bare skin again.

“Go ahead and get us some seats,” I grit out, trying to sound casual. “I’ll be right in.”

I think about everything unsexy—sports, truck maintenance, rest stop bathrooms—until I’m finally not hard and follow her inside. I don’t like leaving her alone, but it was either that or let everyone get an eyeful.

But what I see when I enter makes me curse ever letting her out of my sight.

There she is, sitting in a corner booth with her back pressed against the wall like she’s trying to shrink away. Across from her, two greasy-looking men are in the seats, leaning over the table, harassing her.

Red creeps in at the corner of my vision. Oh hell fucking no. I cross the diner in three long strides, the wood floor creaking under my boots.

“Hey,” I bark. “I’ll give you five seconds to get the fuck away from her. Move.”

The bigger of the two looks up, a smirk on his face like he thinks this is funny. He doesn’t get the chance to say a word before I grab the front of his grimy shirt and haul him out of the booth.

“Garrett!” Sienna’s gasps.

The guy stumbles back, his buddy scrambling to stand. “What the hell’s your problem, man?”

“My problem is you sitting where you don’t belong,” I growl, stepping forward. The second guy raises his hands, muttering something about not wanting trouble, but it’s too late for that.

The first one takes a swing. Big mistake.

I duck and counter with a punch to his gut, doubling him over. His friend doesn’t even bother trying to help, already backing away. The whole thing is over in seconds, the guy wheezing on the floor while I stand over him, fists clenched and ready for more.

The diner’s gone silent, all eyes on us. I ignore them, turning back to Sienna. Her face is flushed, her eyes wide as she stares at me.

“You okay, princess?”

She nods, her lips parting like she wants to say something, but the words don’t come. I hold a hand to help her up, and she takes it. We step over the fallen man, heading back to the truck, breakfast long forgotten.

She scrambles into the passenger seat, her breathing fast. My rage is fading, and now I can see she’s scared. Whether it’s over what happened before I arrived or what I did, I’m not sure.

Shit. I’ve frightened her.

Looking at Sienna’s beautiful face, I’m reminded all over again how unfamiliar this world of mine is to her. I need to remember that she’s delicate, or I’m going to push her away. Maybe…maybe the answer for tonight is to treat her to the finer things like she’s used to.

“Sienna,” I say, getting her attention. “Tonight, we’re doing something different.”

Her brows furrow in confusion, but she doesn’t argue. “Oh?”

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