Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Frowning, I listen as the call disconnects. “It was a wrong number. How does that even happen in a hospital?”
Yawning like a lion, Truck stretches. “Who knows. But I guess we should get up and get going.”
He’s right, but I’m already chilled from being away from him.
Until his husky whispered, “Come here,” wraps around me.
“You think you can just boss me around?”
“Yeah.” He reaches out and snags me, reminding me how long his arms are.
It was a mistake I made before, the day we met, but this time, I’m glad he can catch me before I get too far away.
As he straightens my clothes, he kisses my neck.
God, I love when he does that.
“I’m dying to get you alone.”
“Hopefully, soon.”
When he brings my hand to the length of his erection, my eyes widen.
“How can you walk with that?”
“It’s not easy, but somebody’s gotta do it.”
Silly.
I grin, but my blood is whirring. “Can I take care of this for you?”
His head falls back, and he makes an impossibly rough sound. “With your mouth?”
“Yes.” But I quickly add, “There’s no way I can fit all of you, that’s just too much, I don’t even know how I’ll take you inside of my?—”
“Fuck, woman. Talking about that...you’re killing me.” He drags me to him, his warm, calloused hand around the back of my neck. “You’ll take me in your pussy, and your sweet little ass with no problem. We’ll start real slow and I’ll teach you how to relax on me.”
Oh, god.
I will?
He will?
I might be panting and moaning at the same time. Leaning in, he brushes his mouth against the corner of my lips. “Trust me, Ally. I know you’ll take me.”
His confidence does something insane to me.
When he kisses me this time, it’s hungrier, deeper, hotter, more focused than ever before.
I’m washed over, swept away. Completely on fire for a man I hardly know.
His voice is gravel, his eyes dark blue lava when he looks at me.
“Put your mouth on me.”
In a dazed stupor, I blink at him. Insecurity bubbling up between the steam clouding my mind.
What if I disappoint him?
“I need to put this out there, I can’t deep throat.”
The smile he throws could be measured in megawatts and is downright devious. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you don’t have to. Just use your mouth on the head and your hands on my shaft.”
I can do that.
Hunger knots my insides as my shaking hands find his button and zipper.
Like it’s spring loaded, the engorged cock leaps from the waistband of his boxer briefs as soon as I open the fly to his cargo pants.
Groaning, his hands slide into my hair, fingertips teasing along my sensitive scalp. “Careful, if you breathe on me, I’m going to detonate.”
I did this to him. A feeling of excitement and power makes me soar.
The shaft is scorching hot when I wrap him in my grip.
The shift of his hips pushes him against my hold.
Veins throb. Heat builds. He even seems to grow bigger.
Looking up, I find his eyes locked on me. Hot, heavy. Claiming me without ever being inside of me.
Flames licking through my heart, I touch my tongue to my lips and lean down to capture the smooth, dusky tip in my mouth. Blood surges in his shaft again as his fingers tighten in my hair.
A growl shakes through him, all the way into his cock.
But when I expect him to start moving, he leaves me in total control.
God, I should have watched more videos on giving head. Two blow jobs in my lifetime does not even qualify me as a novice.
But it feels good. He feels so sexy in my mouth I close my eyes and let the feeling swarm through me. Nature guides me to suck and lick and move.
Moisture builds and builds on my tongue as the thick head of his cock fills every part of my mouth, until it’s dripping down his shaft, slippery and delicious under my fingertips.
His cock makes me gag a little, but that’s okay, it only adds to the excitement.
Low moans fill the room, and I vaguely know they’re coming from both of us.
“Fuck, just like that,” Truck rasps, his body tensing below my hold. Restlessness twisting his legs. “If you don’t want to swallow, you need to be ready to move.”
With a nod, I take him deeper, just to the back of my mouth.
Heat tingles up my spine.
God, I didn’t know doing this could be so arousing.
It was always just a thing. Maybe a mutual exchange of pleasure, but this feels like giving something so much more important.
This is not just transactional…it’s freaking sexy, intimate, and the thought of him losing control and the anticipation of tasting his cum drives me forward with reckless enthusiasm.
“God. That’s it,” he breathes raggedly. “Oh, goddamn. I’m so close. Right there .”
I know.
His legs are shaking, his fingers are twisting the roots of my hair, the pounding pulse in his cock is wild.
When I wring my fingers tightly around the base of his shaft, he freezes, with a grunt his breath locks, his cock surges. Definitely growing bigger.
I suck harder, breathing through my nose, swirling, tightening my fingers against his engorged length. The first warm shot of his cum wrenches a shout out of him.
Humming, I swallow and breathe around him as the salty, hot liquid goes down my throat. Pulse after pulse of salty, delicious release follows until he’s spent, and his legs relax.
Heavens. That was insanely hot.
I’m shaking. My hands are buzzing. The pulse pounding inside of my core is wild and erratic.
My god.
We can’t wait much longer.
I’m a ticking-arousal-bomb. The man is at serious risk of attack. I’ll be throwing him in a closet somewhere if he doesn’t take care of this empty ache soon.
He startles me by dragging me up his body, his hands wrapped around my shoulders. Crashing his mouth into mine, he growls, “Baby, fuck, that was unreal. Your mouth is heaven on earth. Thank you.”
Shakily, I climb off of him when he lets me go. “I think I’m drunk on your cum.”
“My head is in the clouds. We’ll be quite the pair.”
Looking immensely pleased, he follows me to the bathroom, caging me with his arms braced on the sink as I wash my hands and splash my face.
A sound in the hallway outside the hospital room makes us both glance toward the exit. For a beat, we don’t move, but the door stays firmly closed.
“The longer we stay in here, the more Justice is going to give me shit when this is all over. Give me a minute to get cleaned up, and we’ll relieve him of his guard duty.”
“This takes the walk of shame to a whole new level.” As I laugh, I grimace down at my clothing. “There’s also no hope for my clothes. I look like a poster child for a laundry detergent company. ”
I tug my shirt, fretting in the bathroom mirror while Truck takes up most of the bathroom.
“Cute as fuck.”
“I look like a drowned version of a Goth sea creature. I didn’t know when I got dressed that I’d be in these clothes for days.”
His chuckle is warm, deep, and curls around me, making me shiver.
“You look fine, take it from me, I’m an expert.”
“At what?”
“Looking at you.”
The eyeroll is real.
“Humor me, I’m just tired and maybe a little freaked out that Justice knows we have been doing something elicit in here...”
“Easy, baby, he won’t embarrass you…too much.”
Laughter swells up inside of me, making my chest shake. “You’re not helping me right now.”
He crowds closer, sliding his hand under my hair. “You’re fine, sweetheart. The boys are guys. They probably wear the same underwear for a week.”
I stare at him in the mirror. “Eeek! I didn’t need to hear that.”
“Just kidding. Kinda. But you can’t hide from them forever. Let’s get back to the farm so you and I can get a shower and get in a real bed. And I’ll even give you my clean clothes to wear.”
As I look at him standing behind me—my protector, my soon to be lover—the unexpected force of nature that tore into my world—a warmth moves through me.
I don’t know how I got here, but all I know is there’s no going back. “Ugh. You make it impossible to resist you.”
If the way his gaze softens doesn’t break me, I don’t know what will. Weak knees and all butterfly-belly, I lean back against him.
That stormy gaze turns even more edgy. “Let’s head out. We’ve got work to do. Gonna get to the bottom of whatever your father’s doing.”
Am I the luckiest girl alive? Because I’m feeling pretty good about this man right now.
A thought pops into my head like a firework. “Wait…”
Not even seeing my reflection, I stare at the mirror. “Thomas said that my father has my sample.”
“What kind of sample is that?”
“Rock. This really unusual deposit I found. I know it’s got something to do with the way my father started acting. It has to. That’s the only explanation.”
I push past him, ducking under his arm.
Oh my god. Why didn’t I think of this hours ago?
My brain spins like an out-of-control top.
“I need to get to my computer. I need a satellite phone. Oh, my god, if he got to Rosalie?—”