Page 74 of Truck Me

She’s kind and generous and has one of the sweetest smiles I’ve ever seen. She’s also strong and determined. At first glance, she comes across as someone who needs taking care of, but she can handle herself just fine. I may tease her about being a princess, but she’s tough as nails.

And a fucking queen in the bedroom.

There’s a light knock on the door. I drop my head back and groan. I know it’s her. There’s a shift in the air that has every nerve ending in my body buzzing with excitement.

It’s as if my thoughts conjured her or summoned her to my side.

I don’t respond. A part of me hopes that if I ignore the knock, she’ll go away.

Is that really what I want?

It’s what I should want.

But that option flies out the window when the door creaks open. I grip the handlebars and brace myself for her presence. When our eyes lock, my chest feels heavy and my dick swells.

Fuck me.

I like her.

And that’s a problem.

“Hey,” she whispers. She shuts the door behind and falls back against it, holding my stare.

“You shouldn’t have come,” I say almost too quietly for even me to hear. From the way her eyes drop, she heard me.

“Why?” she asks. But her expression tells me she knows why. She’s just as hesitant as I am about continuing whatever this is we’re doing.

“I don’t do this.” I say the words, but there’s no conviction behind them.

She pushes off the door and walks toward me. She doesn’t speak again until she’s standing right next to me. “Do what?”

I have to stare up at her from where I’m sitting on my bike. Having her looking down at me is hot and makes my dick even harder.

“Fuck a woman more than once. Not since …” I stop myself from finishing that sentence. She’s not ready to hear that the last person I had sex with more than once was her sister.

I grab my beer from the floor next to me and lift it to my lips, downing the bottle in one long pull. Then I toss it behind me into the recycling bin.

“Finish that statement. Not since what?”

I hold her gaze and slowly shake my head. “Does it matter? All you need to know is that I don’t do this. Ever.”

She nods and glances around my garage before her eyes settle back on mine.

“Then what do you call what we’re doing?”

“I don’t know.” I answer her honestly. “Like I said, I don’t do what we’ve done. I’m a one and done kind of guy.”

She takes a step closer. Her leg brushes against mine and my dick takes notice. That simple touch has my body coming alive with need.

“Would you like me to leave?”

I suck in a deep breath, my nostrils flaring. “The answer to that question is complicated.”

She tilts her head to the side and narrows her gaze on me. “How so?”

I slip my arm around her waist and tug her toward me. She slips her leg over the seat and straddles my bike, facing me.

I brush my knuckle along her jawline and drop my forehead to hers. “Because I should want you to leave, but I really want you to stay.”