Chapter 12 One Last Hurrah in the U-Haul
One Last Hurrah in the U-Haul
Duke
The weekend does end. But not before Wheeler and I spend the entire time naked in bed, because Aspen Leather Company’s trunk show was canceled. They’re working to reschedule it for sometime later this summer.
We’re officially stranded underneath a blanket of snow that reaches four feet in some places. It’s bitterly cold outside, but luckily the power comes back on early Friday morning.
When Wheeler and I are not fucking, we’re sleeping.
When we’re not sleeping, we’re fucking.
In between, we manage to shower, eat, and polish off the box of wine. We found a treasure trove of frozen pizzas and burritos in the freezer. Thank God for that, because I need to carb load for the kind of athletic sex Wheeler and I have more times than I can count.
Nevertheless, according to the scale in the primary bathroom, I’m down five pounds by the time Monday morning rolls around. I’m sore in places I didn’t know existed.
“I think you mighta given me the best workout of my life this weekend,” I say to Wheeler as I load our suitcases into the tiny space behind the seats in the U-Haul’s cab. “Gonna need to stop for some Advil on the way to the interstate.”
Luckily the roads have been cleared, and temps are steadily climbing into positive Fahrenheit territory. All weekend, we’ve seen wind chills of up to minus twenty degrees.
Wheeler smiles. “We can do that, sure.”
Our breath fogs around us in the air.
All weekend long, Wheeler was open and vulnerable and real. She didn’t hold back. She laughed loudly, came hard, and fucked me like the rock star she is. She was down to try all the positions. Have sex in all the rooms at all hours of the day.
There were a few times, like that first night when she begged me with her words and her body to stay close, that I sensed she felt insecure. Why she’d feel that way, I have no idea. Clearly I’m obsessed with her.
Clearly I wanna keep doing this.
I’ve thought all morning about telling her how I feel. When we’re back in Hartsville, I don’t want to drop her off at the New House. I wanna take her to my place, the old foreman’s cottage on my family’s ranch that we recently renovated.
I wanna take her on a date. Many dates.
But it’s one thing to hook up when you’re snowed in and there’s literally nothing else to do.
It’s quite another to start a relationship.
I’m down, but I still don’t know if Wheeler feels the same.
She frowns when her phone rings. “We should hit the road.”
She pulls the phone out of her pocket, her frown deepening when she sees the screen. She sends the call to voicemail.
She keeps doing that. I’ve been dying to ask what’s going on, but it ain’t my place. Figure she’ll tell me about that divorce she mentioned if—when—she’s ready.
“I don’t wanna leave.” I hold the door open for her.
Slipping the phone back into her pocket, she meets my eyes. “I don’t either. I’m bummed the trunk show didn’t happen, but…” Her expression softens. “I’ve had a really great time with you, Duke.”
Curling my hand around the top of the doorframe, I cross my left ankle over my right and lean in. “Don’t gotta end, you know.”
My voice is husky. I’m nervous, no denying that.
Wheeler flattens her palm on my stomach. For a split second, I think she’s going to kiss me. Her eyes toggle between mine, and I see the heat in them. The longing.
Same longing that I feel, even though we already fucked twice this morning. Once in bed. Once in the shower.
Not sure I ever wanna shower alone again.
Are we gonna be able to make it down the mountain without me begging her for some road head? I’ll happily return the favor. She knows that, surely?
But then she turns away and climbs into the truck. “Mollie wants me to give her a call. I’ll drive the second half if that’s okay. Just so I can get some work done.”
I feel the cold suddenly press in on me, the skin on my face and hands stinging. “I’ll drive, no problem.”
The winding road that leads us down the mountain is icy in spots. I go extra slow, silently praying the U-Haul’s brakes don’t give out.
Luckily, I have Wheeler doing boss babe shit to distract me. I legit get hard listening to her talk business strategy and branding management as we hit the highway.
“I think we reframe the conversation as us being more a fashion enterprise than anything else.” She’s got her computer on her lap now and is busily typing away with her phone tucked between her ear and her shoulder.
“That way, we remain open to all kinds of collabs. We could do handbags, jewelry, jackets… Why limit ourselves to just boots, you know?” She pauses, listening.
“Yep. That’s exactly right. We can do fun branded Western wear.
Have a booth at, say, Round Top… Yes! Exactly. ”
I’d go to Round Top with you.
Really, why stop there? We could do trunk shows all over the world. Maybe open up some stores in places like Aspen and, hell, New York City while we’re at it.
By the time she hangs up, the sun is shining, and I’m so turned on I have a difficult time focusing on the road.
“Where are we going?” Wheeler asks when I take an exit that looks like it leads pretty much nowhere.
My hands shake as I turn the wheel. “Quick detour.”
“If you need to use the restroom, this doesn’t look like the place to—”
“That’s not what I need.” Reaching across the console, I grab her hand and put it on my crotch. “You. Being smart and bossy and…confident. It’s so fucking hot, Blue. I’m tired, but I ain’t too tired for another round. You?”
Turning my head, I see her expression flicker. It’s a look I know well now: the blaze in her eyes, the way her nostrils flare just the tiniest bit. The edges of her mouth curl ever so slightly upward. Her cheeks go pink.
Yeah, she’s game.
Thank God she’s still game.
“You want me to boss you around?” she asks, her hand moving to cup my erection through my jeans. “Oh yeah, you like being bossed around.”
The road is empty. I pull onto the shoulder and shove the gearshift into park. Then I hold up my hands. “All right, boss lady. Do what you will.”
Her eyes flash with hunger as she pulls down my zipper and reaches for my cock through the slit in my briefs. She wraps her fingers around me, gives me a firm tug, running her thumb up my head, and my other head falls back on the headrest with an audible thump.
The engine rumbles as she works my shaft. I love how she flicks her wrist so that her palm moves over my tip. She must’ve watched me do that this morning when we showered together.
Girl notices everything. Even the tiniest, most insignificant shit.
Maybe she will come home with me tonight.
Nice to feel noticed for once. Growing up, I had a bit of a rebellious streak. An attempt, I think, to get attention.
An attempt to not be forgotten.
Now here’s Wheeler, remembering everything.
“Sweetheart.” I can barely breathe. “Why don’t you come over here? Sit on it for a minute or five.”
She smirks, leaning over the console. “I thought I was the boss.”
“Not when I want you this bad, you’re not. I can’t—fuuuuck.”
Wheeler’s head is in my lap now. Holding my dick in her hand, she licks my tip, swirling her tongue over the most sensitive part of my head.
“See?” She sucks my head into her mouth. Bobs down. Bobs up. Licks me again, slowly, savoring me like she can’t get enough of my taste. “I’m in charge. I do what I want, Duke, so you best mind your business and let me work.”
And does. She. Work.
I gather her hair in my hand so I can watch her suck my dick like the motherfucking champion she is. Her cheeks hollow out when she gives me a quick, hard suck. My hips jerk, my balls contracting. How I have any stamina left, I don’t know, but I manage to keep my orgasm at bay.
“You’re killing me.” I don’t recognize my voice. “You’re so fucking good at this, sweetheart.”
My stomach caves when she takes me deep.
“Just so you know,” I breathe, “if you wanna fuck me, you’d better do it now, because I’m four seconds from coming in your mouth.”
She gently—carefully—lifts her head so that my cock falls out of her mouth. I’m slick with her saliva, my head shining in the light of the sun.
Next thing I know, she’s climbing onto my lap, her knees straddling my hips. I grab her, curling my hands around her waist, and I press a hard, hot kiss to her mouth. She laughs.
We’re a frenzy of hands and tongues as we try to kiss while yanking down her leggings and underwear.
Then I slide a hand between her legs. Suck in a breath when I part her and feel how wet she is.
I close my eyes and savor her softness.
“Aw, Blue.” I circle my fingertips over her clit, just how she likes. Because I know her now. She knows me. “Sucking my dick turns you on, yeah?”
“Everything.” Her hands are on my neck as she husks out the words, her forehead resting on mine. “Everything about you turns me on, Duke.”
I slide my other hand inside her sweatshirt. Pressing my thumb against her nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra, I draw a happy gasp from the back of her throat.
Her tongue is in my mouth. My mouth is on her chin, her neck. I bite her. She cries out. I kiss her mouth again.
“Get on my dick,” I growl, reaching around to squeeze her bare ass. “Sweetheart, I’m dyin’ here. Put me inside you. C’mon, now.”
I feel her smile against my kiss. “I told you, I do what I want.”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t want me.”
She thumbs my cheek. A quick graze that’s tender and new, making my chest twist.
“I do. I really do want you, Duke.”
I sputter when she grabs my dick and lines me up at her center. Her breath catches.
“Sore?” I ask, opening my eyes.
Hers are open too and wet with pain. “Yes.”
“If it’s too much—”
“Hush.” Putting a hand over my mouth, she begins to sink onto my swollen length.
I almost come from the sheer pleasure of being even just an inch inside her. Her pussy grips me as she sinks lower, her brow furrowed with concentration.
She holds my eyes the whole time, her hand sliding to my throat.