Page 11 of You've Got The Love
“I’ll be back soon. Any requests?” I ask, not wanting to leave her. It’s like a physical ache in my body, like my body hurts to be separated from her, which is nuts, I’m only going to be gone for five minutes.
She just shakes her head and gives me the sweetest smile as she snuggles into my bed, looking so at home there.
I give her a weird wave as I leave, locking her up safe and secure in my truck. Why does she turn me into such a dork? I feel like the most uncool guy ever to live when I’m around her, like I have two left feet or something. At least the cool breeze is calming down my cock, I really don’t need him trying to gain control while she’s here. Oh God, her scent is going to get all over my whole house. I’m going to have to deep clean the whole place, or I’ll end up jacking off like a goddamn teenager. Or I can just ask her to use my soap… Amber smelling like me? No, that’s even worse, both my dick and I are in agreement on that one. Amber smelling like me would be the biggest turn-on. Also, how would I even begin to explain that to her?
I shake my head as I push through the doors and make my way to the chillers, where I stand and stare at the meagre offering of sandwiches. Fuck, what does she like? Is she a vegetarian or a vegan? Does she have any allergies? She would have told me that, I’m sure, wouldn’t she? I grab myself a spicy chicken wrap and a few random different sandwiches for her to choose from. I haven’t been to this stop before; it’s big; so I’ll have to remember it in the future. There is a lot of food on offer—current sandwich offerings aside—mainly high-calorie carbs, which is a trucker's primary source of food intake on the road. I note there is zero fruit on offer, there’s not even a space for it.Typical. I keep an eye on the big windows; the place is lit by huge floodlights, which I like, so I can see my truck perfectly. There are a couple of bikers that have just pulled up outside, which makes me pause. Are they just regular bikers or part of an outlaw club? How the fuck am I supposed to know? I have no idea about bikes or MCs. Sure, I watchedSons of Anarchy, but that’s as far as my knowledge goes. I’m a four-wheels kinda guy. I grab some crisps, chocolate bars, bottles of water, and I grab aDiet Cokefor Amber, without really paying attention to what I’ve selected and dump them on the counter, grateful there’s no queue.
“Is dit alles, meneer?” The female cashier asks if that’s all I need today in my native tongue. You never know what language someone will speak here inBelgium, anything fromGerman, Dutch, French, orFlemish. I can usually muddle my way through a conversation in each.
“Ja bedankt,” I reply with a nod, not wanting to get into a conversation; I just want to get back to Amber.
She gives me a small smile as she rings up my items. I can’t help but keep looking outside at the bikers who don’t appear to have moved. To be fair, they don’t seem to be doing much more than filling up their bikes at the pumps, but it still makes my hands clench into fists.
“52.47 Euro, alstublieft,” the cashier says, as if she hadn’t just asked for enough money for a meal out for two.
52.47 euros… what did I just buy? I pass over my money, counting out the exact amount, glad I have it, so I don’t have to wait a second longer for change. The cashier hands me the bag, and I nod my thanks before hightailing it out of there. I just want to get back to Amber; I feel antsy being away from her, and these bikers really aren’t helping my mood as they watch me walk across the forecourt from the pumps.
I pull myself and my shit dinner offerings up into the cabin and lock us in instantly. The bikers don’t appear to be paying me anymore attention, thank fuck. I’m probably paranoid because of this unthinkable situation we are in. I hope so anyway. I really don’t want to take on a bunch of bikers alone, but I would for her. I make my way into theliving space of the truck to see that Amber is exactly where I left her, sleeping soundly. I don’t want to wake her; she looks so peaceful tucked up in my bed. Never did I think I’d ever have Amber Bell, object of my guilty fascination, in my bed.
I sit on the floor, squishing my legs sideways to try to fit myself half-comfortably down here, but that’s not easy when you are as tall as I am. I’ll just close my eyes for 10 minutes and let her sleep a little longer, as I can't drive with her in the bed; it's not safe, and I won't risk her safety. I grab my spicy chicken wrap and tuck in, not realising how hungry I actually was. It really doesn’t have much taste.Urgh. As I’m eating, I angle myself so I can watch her sleep. This girl makes my blood feel like it's on fire when I let myself really think about her, but looking at her and being in her presence makes it feel like it’s turned to lava and is thundering through my veins. I wish things could be simple, and that I was in a position to see where things could go with her, but I’m not,or I am, but my mind won’t let me. I may no longer wear my wedding ring, but my mind is still very much that of a married man. I swear, sometimes I can still feel the ghost of the ring on my finger, haunting me, taunting me more like. I know I rub the skin there with my thumb; sometimes, I feel like I could rub it raw.
“Bas?” I hear a familiar feminine voice call my name from far away, like at the end of a tunnel or something. Fuck, my neck. I try to move my head, but it feels like I’m in mud, and my head is too heavy to move.
“Are you awake?” My eyes snap open to see Amber looking down at me with a soft smile on her face. She has her hands tucked under the pillow in a sort of prayer position, and her curls are everywhere.
“Yep, I’m awake,” I rasp out and cough to clear my throat. I look at my watch and see I’ve been asleep for nearly an hour. We need to get back on the road; we are pushing the time limit of this truck stop.
“You were sleeping deeply, and I wouldn’t have woken you, except you had your head in such an odd position I was worried about you hurting your neck,” she tells me quietly.
“It’s okay, sore, but I’ll live,” I say as I rub the back of my neck and stand up. I grab the bag of food. “We need to get back on the road, but I can't drive with you in the bed, so you need to sit up front with me,liefje. I got us some sandwiches and other wonderfully healthy options, as I’m sure you are hungry,” I tell her as I make my way to my seat, dump the bag on my lap, and grab a bag of crisps and a bottle of water, all while pulling the curtains open. I lookaround the forecourt and see the bikers have left, and my body relaxes instantly. Jeez, this situation is putting me on edge.
“How long till we get to your house? I’m so looking forward to a shower, some food, and a good night's sleep,” Amber sighs as she sits in the passenger seat, still wrapped in my blanket as she snaps the seat belt into place, nabs the bag of food from my lap and starts digging into it.
“Just over two hours,” I answer, but my mind is only now just registering that she’ll have to sleep somewhere. My home only has two bedrooms, mine and Abel’s.Fuck.
“This isn’t healthy food, Mr Van der Meer! How do you look like you do if you eat like this?” She looks at me and gestures with her hand, indicating my body.
“Look like what, Miss Bell?” I lower my tone as I answer, desperate to know what she means.
“Well, you know… like, erm…” she struggles, her cheeks bright red now. Christ, she’s fucking adorable.
“You are too easy to tease,” I laugh, grinning and taking pity on her as I start up my truck and get myself belted in, ready to depart. I stretch out my neck a bit. I shouldn’t have let myself sleep for that long.
I look over just as Amber rips open a tuna salad sandwich, and the moan she makes when she takes her first bite is even worse than the cute ones she makes in her sleep. These are wholly sexual, and my dick is here for it, perking up as I watch her eat.Fuuuuuck. Is there anything about her that doesn’t make me hard? All I can think about as Ifidget in my seat is her naked and under me as I plunge into her over and over, deep and slow as she makes those exact noises in my ear.No. Not going down that route again.
I turn the AC up and move the fans, so the air is blasting right at me. My skin breaks out into goosebumps all over, but I don’t give a shit. I need to cool the fuck down.
“Music?” I ask in hopes I can drown out any more noises she might make.
“Sure,” she says as she wraps her lips around a chocolate bar. The vision of those plump, pink lips stretched around that lucky as fuck bar is too much. I’m sure my brain short-circuits, and my cock is either going to hammer out of my trousers to volunteer as tribute for that chocolate bar, or it’s going to shrivel up and die because it can’t. That is an image that is going to stay with me for a long time. Just the thought of her on her knees, mouth open and ready… Nope.Just nope.
I shake my head, trying to dislodge the image, and turn on the radio, and the cabin is filled with some young Dutch group that I’ve never heard of, but it's better than the noises coming from Amber, so I pull out of the service station, take a deep breath and get us back on the road home.
Chapter 7
Amber
He lives in a windmill. A bloody windmill.It’s beautiful, so so beautiful. I had no idea people actually lived in them. Except in that old British TV show‘Jonathan Creek’.
