Page 73 of Truck Up

“Fuck, yes!” I yell. “Come all over me, little lamb.”

“Oh, my god.” She whimpers just before an inhuman moan comes out of her. She’s coming again and taking me with her.

I continue slamming into her until my release takes over and I can no longer control my movements. I press as deep inside her as I can and then let our orgasms run free.

I fall forward, wrapping my arms around her. I hold her close, not wanting to pull out from her warmth just yet. Pushing her wet hair out of the way, I pepper light kisses down her back.

“You okay,” I ask.

“I’m great.” She chuckles. “Though my knees are starting to hurt.”

“Oh, shit.” I pull back, groaning when my cock leaves her warmth. “Let me help you up.”

Once I’m on my feet, I take her hands and pull her up. Then I flip us so she’s the one standing under the showerhead. She leans back so all her hair is under the flow of water. When she reaches for the shampoo, I stop her.

“Let me.” I take the bottle and squirt some into my hands. She turns around and lets her head fall back as I massage the shampoo in her hair. After I rinse that out, I repeat the process with the conditioner.

Then I grab the little scrub thing that she uses to wash her body. I lather it up with her body wash and slowly run it over every inch of her skin.

“Can you get away next weekend?” I ask, an idea formulating in my mind.

She looks up at me and wrinkles her brow. “I work on Saturday.”

“Can you take it off?”

“Possibly,” she says. “Why?”

“I’d like to take you away. Maybe we could go on a real date for a change.”

A slow smile lifts her lips. “A real date?”

“Yeah,” I shrug. “You know. Dinner and a movie or whatever. Maybe we could go to Columbus. Stay the night somewhere nice.”

She reaches up and cups my cheek. “That sounds wonderful.”

Then she presses her mouth to mine and kisses me like I’m the best damn thing her lips have ever touched.

And that same strange feeling that I felt after dinner comes back to me.

All the hope in the world.

Dammit. This woman gives me things I’ve never had before.

And I want it all.

Chapter 15

A date with the devil.

Amelia

Christian spared no expense on our weekend getaway. He booked us a suite in a fancy hotel with beautiful views of the Olentangy River. It’s not too far from downtown Columbus and within walking distance to nightlife like I’ve never seen before.

Being from a small town, I’ve never experienced hotels, clubs, and restaurants like this. I’ve traveled and taken vacations with my family and friends, but this is new to me.

We checked into the hotel late this afternoon, then wandered around the shops for a bit before we headed back to get ready for dinner. Now we’re at a fine dining steakhouse that has me confused over which fork I’m supposed to use. I ended up just grabbing one and hoping no one was paying attention.

I want to argue with Christian that this is all too much, but I can’t deny I’m enjoying this. If I complain, he may never do something like this again.