Chapter 4 #2
There was something very sexy about a man who knew his way about domestic labour and held no shame about it.
But mostly I was looking at his ass—those perfectly, muscular cheeks painted into those jeans as if they were destined to be there.
Whoever said there was no such thing as perfection was an idiot.
Mayson “Trucker” Calhoune was as perfect as perfect could get.
Not wanting to seem like a perverted old lady, I held my breath and ran through the foyer and up the stairs to my bedroom.
There, I took a moment to catch my breath before trying to even think of doing anything. When I had my vagina somewhat under control, I gathered an outfit—blue jeans and a white boyfriend tee.
I took great pains to ensure my bra and panties matched, then wandered into the bathroom for a quick shower. Usually, I played music while I was in the tub. But the songs I wanted to play then would definitely tell Mr. Ass-That-Won’t-Quit that I was horny.
Pony by Ginuwine.
I exhaled after holding my breath for far too long.
Play by Jaremi Carey
Devil by Wonho,
Pony by Genuine.
Singularity by V.
I exhaled.
Yeah—we’ll just skip the music for this round.
Finally dressed, I dragged a brush through my hair and finger-combed it out of my face before tying it up in a high ponytail.
After some deodorant and perfume, I gathered my purse, checked to ensure my wallet was in it along with keys and my cell, then wandered down the stairs.
Trucker was waiting outside by his truck—leaning against the side of the massive vehicle, ankles crossed, cell by his ear.
He laughed at something the person on the other end said and bowed and shook his head. His perfectly plump lips, his white teeth, his dark skin—
Sweet baby Jesus.
Clearing my throat, I exhaled the breath I’d been holding and stepped through the door. I stopped to lock it behind me then jogged down the steps.
“We should take my car.” I pointed. “I know my way around.”
Trucker hung up and arched a brow.
Slowly, he leaned back to look at my vehicle and arched a brow again.
“Look at me.” Trucker held his arms out at this side before doing a twirled that gave me a full, panoramic view of his body.
I bit back a moan.
“Um?”
“How much of me do you think will fit in that?” He asked.
I mentally face palmed.
I giggled. “What do you suggest then?”
He extended the keys to his truck.
“Um.” My cheeks flushed. “Men don’t like it when strange women drive their trucks. And yours look expensive.”
Most men would never even consider a woman driving their vehicle—much less a woman they barely knew.
“Most men are stupid.” Trucker muttered.
I giggled.
“Go on,” he said.
“Trucker—I mean…”
He took my hand in his large paws, turned it palm up and dropped the keys in. Winking at me, he wandered around to the passenger side and climbed in.
Oh, dear gawd. He’s serious.
Before he could call out to me again, I made my way over, opened the door and hauled myself up and into the driver’s seat.
When I twisted the key in the ignition, the engine roared and a surged of adrenaline rushed through me while I pulled my belt on.
Shifting the truck into drive, I glanced around the vehicle out of habit. Sometimes animals ran out of the woods. Seeing the way is clear, I slowly eased the truck back toward the dirt path leading to the road.
On the main road, I let the beast run. The engine roared as the wind flowed into the vehicle, making its own music the faster I went.
“See?” Trucker tapped my shoulder with a gentle finger. “You got this.”
“This truck seems heavily customized.” I pointed out. “Almost liked a war vehicle. I mean, I’ve never driven anything this big before.”
“It’s only a vehicle, Taji.”
“You don’t really think that.’ I told him. “Most men see their trucks—especially ones they put this much work and money into as an extension of themselves.”
“I don’t have an issue in that department.” There was laughter in his voice. “I don’t need to compensate.”
“That wasn’t…” I gasped haughtily.
The truth was, I wasn’t even thinking that before. But I was definitely thinking it now.
How big is he?
“I wasn’t really thinking that. I’m sure you’re fine.” I flushed.
I glanced at him to see he was looking out the window.
Smiling, I relaxed and enjoyed the first leg of our journey.
I parked the monster truck in a spot under some trees close to the new firehouse. Trucker exited and rushed around to the side to open my door for me. Taking my hand like a prince would his princess, he helped me down and closed the door before releasing my hand.
“This is it, huh.” He looked around. “It’s nice. Shiny”
I laughed.
“It’s all brand new.” I explained, escorting him toward where a sparkling firetruck was parked in the sun.
The ground around it was wet—someone had just washed it and left it in the sun to dry.
“We never had any of it before.” I continued, hooking my fingers at his elbow. “But new is good.”
Trucker nodded. “New is good.”
“Hey! Taji!” A grinning indigenous man stood from where he was washing a rag by hand. “I didn’t know you were coming by today.”
“I wanted to show Trucker around.” I explained. “Mayson Calhoune, meet one of your cadets, Lennox Kane.”
The two shook hands.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir.” Lennox told him.
“Call me Trucker.” Trucker grinned. “I’m not your captain. I’m just here to make sure you and your crew go home after your shifts.”
“Thank you, sir—er I mean, Trucker.” Lennox grinned then went serious. “Trust me, that means a lot to us. They kind of just threw us into the deep end here. No complaining, you see? We have no idea what we’re doing.”
Laughing, I craned my neck to see inside the bay.
“Are you the only one here?” Trucker asked.
“No, Andi is making sure the other engine is stocked.” Lennox replied. “We only have two. They don’t think we need more than that. I think most of the budget went into the medics.”
I patted his shoulder and escorted Trucker to meet the lone female on the small crew.
Once he had a chance to walk the training course, I drove him down to the local beach.
After buying a couple of ice cream cones, he reversed the truck so we could sit in the bed of it and watch the water and the people.
Mostly the water.
“This is nice.” Trucker sighed. “You don’t get this in the city. I haven’t heard one horn since I’ve been here.”
I chuckled. “Small town living. It’s not for everyone though.”
“Amen to that.”
We didn’t go back until it was getting dark—and even then, we stopped at the diner for dinner. The experience was unpleasant to say the least.
The women of the town whispered and stared openly.
A few of them didn’t even try hiding the fact they were ogling Trucker and hating me for being the one seated across from him.
“Don’t pay them any attention.” Trucker told me. “Focus on me.”
But focusing on him had its own, fair share of issues.
My nipples grew hard and it didn’t take a genius to realize I needed a change of panties.
Draining my drink, I set the cup on the table, dropped money for our food then took his hand.
“Taji!”
I didn’t stop.
I led him out of the diner and didn’t stop walking until I was leaning heavily against his truck.
Trucker rubbed my back—his large palm massaging calmness and safety inside me through my shirt.
“Are they always like this?” Trucker asked.
“Only when they see something they want.”
“What?” Trucker scoffed. “They want?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not drunk—so—”
I tilted my head.
Trucker shook his head. “Get in the truck. Let me drive you back.”
But I lifted my chin.
I wasn’t about to let those miserable witches ruin my day with this man. After a few moments to catch my breath, I took the keys from his hand.
“Come on, now.” Trucker eased in. “You’re better than this.”
For a second, I felt the energy give out in my back and my spine began to droop.
“Don’t you dare.’ Trucker told me in a hard voice.
“What?”
“Don’t let them see you cry.” Trucker stepped close to me and lowered his mouth to my ear. “Ever. Even it you cry, do it at home after they’re dead. You got that?”
Trembling, I lifted my head.
His heated breath felt good on my skin.
“Sometimes, I can’t help it.”
“You can cry later.” Trucker explained. “Now is not the time. You fake it until you make it”
“Got it.”
“Good. Now, climb into this truck and show them you’re a bad bitch.”
Giggling, and unable to stop myself, I caressed his cheek.
No one had ever called me that before.
I like it.
Everyone saw me as a nerd, someone who could get blow over if the wind gusted too hard.
Still, I accepted is help into the truck and navigated it back to my place. Trucker excused himself to use the bathroom while I washed my hands in the sink. I wanted to ask him for a drink, but I figured he’d already spent the entire day with me.
When he made an appearance a few minutes later, I was prying the cap off a beer and almost dropped it.
Seeing Trucker shirtless was an entirely different experience.
An almost religious experience.
One that stopped my beating heart and caused my tongue to stick to the roof of my mouth.
Realizing I was staring, I quickly turned away from him.
“Taji?”
“Sorry, you’re naked.”
Trucker laughed. “Hang on.”
Silence.
“You can turn around now.” He told me.
Had he been carrying the t-shirt in his hand all along?
He can’t ever do that again—I won’t survive.