Page 86 of Trucker
“I promise. Talk soon.”
After he hung up, I cleared my throat behind him, and he turned to frown at me.
“You’re supposed to be in bed.” He told me. “Why are we wandering around?”
“I’ve spent the last few days in bed.” I pouted. “I would like to take a shower, and eat ice cream from the tub since I can’t work anymore today—maybe steal you for a movie?”
Trucker offered me a soft smile as he approached me to wrap his arms around my hips.
“Where are you sending Zoom’s husband?” I wanted to know.
“You heard that?” He frowned at me.
“You weren’t exactly quiet, or you suck at being secretive.” I arched a brow at him. “I heard you as I was coming down the hall. Now, don’t change the subject.”
“Lennox and I figured out who ran you off the road.”
“Really? Who?”
“Can I tell you when we’re sure?” I asked. “I don’t want to open that box if we’re wrong.”
I thought about it, then exhaled. “Under one condition.”
“Oh?”
“You take a shower with me and.” I pushed to my toes to whisper in his ear. “While we’re in the shower, you have to feel me up.”
Trucker laughed heartily as he scooped me into his arms and kissed me.
“I’ll take that deal any day!”
Giggling, I allowed him to take me into the bathroom.
While I wanted to take a bath, I knew the splint on my finger and how tired I get quite easily wouldn’t allow that. Instead, I allowed Trucker to wash me.
It turned me on having his large, work-roughened hands all over me.
As one of his hands slipped between my thighs, I moaned when a finger passed over my clit.
I licked at his neck, panting and moving his hand slightly to the right before pressing my hips down.
His long, thick finger slid deeper into me, and I sighed.
“You’re mine, Taji.” He whispered against my ear as I rode his finger. “And I dare anyone to say otherwise.”
There was something about hearing those words from him that pushed me over the edge.
Every part of my body trembled of because him. The orgasm left me weak and breathless as I tumbled forward against his chest.
“Are you okay with that?” Trucker asked, turning me to lean me to the wall. “Stick your ass out for me.”
“Okay with what?” I panted.
I couldn’t think straight.
“Being mine.”
“Yes.” I replied honestly.
