Chapter 12 Taji Sloane
TAJI SLOANE
“Taji.”
I moaned. “Five more minutes.”
Trucker laughed softly.
“You wanted to try another round last night.” Trucker’s voice was sexy, smoky, my weakness. “I’m so tired.”
“I didn’t hear you say no.”
I groaned.
“I’m no fool.” Trucker told me. “I’m going to take it as I get it.”
“Bite your tongue!”
Trucker laughed.
“You do these things on purpose.” I accused.
“Of course, I do.”
Pouting, I sat through blushing before smacking his arm.
“You don’t have to get up.” Trucker kissed my shoulder closest to him. “I wanted you to know I was leaving.”
Bravely, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into the bed on top of me.
There was something magical about his smell, the warmth of him, the way his heart beat in his chest against me.
Having him up close, being able to stare into his brown eyes made me weak.
Whatever you want—take it.
Trucker’s large body felt amazing against mine and I really didn’t want to let him leave my bed—leave me.
“I’d love to stay with you like this.” He buried his face into my neck for a moment. “But we both know I have a job to do. And you probably have some new work waiting for you in your email.”
I pouted.
“Aww, don’t pout.”
“I know you have to work.” I sighed. “Can’t you spare five minutes?”
Trucker rolled to the side, but I didn’t let him go. The movement caused me to tumble over on top of him. He checked his watch then met my eyes.
“But only five minutes.” He told me. “What do you want to do with the five minutes?”
“Gimme a second.”
I scrambled from the bed and into the bathroom.
Quickly, I rinsed with mouth wash, tested my breath and rinsed with mouth wash again.
I then used the bathroom, freshened up with some wipes I always kept there before squirting some body mist on my neck and between my breasts.
After dragging my hairbrush through my hair, I fluffed the strands with my fingers then paused to look at myself in the mirror. Rinsing my mouth a third time—just to be sure—I made my way back to the bedroom.
I found him stretched out on his back in my bed.
We only had a short while before he had to really leave but how can a man look so good doing nothing?
All he was doing was breathing.
Sun rays slithered through a crack in the curtain and played over his body as if even the sun had to touch him—to feel him, to make him look regal and strong.
“Mayson.”
He looked toward me and smiled.
I climbed on to sit astride him.
He clutched my hips then slid his large palms around to tap my ass cheeks.
“Mm?” He asked.
There was something about the way he grabbed my ass then my thighs that told me I belonged to him.
For the next little while, I made out with my man. I gave myself to him as much as I could without us getting carried away and him being late.
He touched me, tasted me, build me up—all the things I was told a man was supposed to do if he was worthy of me.
Sighing, I went down on him, pulling him to the back of my throat and listening to him growl.
When he tangled his fingers in my hair, I thought for sure I’d freak out.
Having his strong fingers like that on me, pulling my hair would have scared me with any other man. That action would bring up past hurts and flashes of my worse night would fill my mind. When that happened, the man would look at me as if I sprouted horns and run as far and as fast as he could go.
Granted—it was only one man.
One attempt.
But as the fear curled inside me, I settled the darkness by using his light.
I settled my fears by reminding myself that this man was Mayson Calhoune.
This man was the one I wanted to give myself to—that I wanted this—I craved this.
His husky voice rumbling over my name calmed me.
The way he took queues from my body, my reactions, my soft sounds that seemed to escape my throat, all of that made me feel as if I was in the safest place on earth.
Lifting my head to catch my breath, I dragged my tongue along his shaft to the head, licked around it and took him deep again.
Trucker was my first.
He was the first man I was ever this intimate with.
I’d tried with one man since that night.
But his scent never turned me on like this.
The sounds he made, the way he tasted.
In fact, his tasted turned my stomach in all the bad ways and before I told him I couldn’t, my demons were showing, and he was scrambling around the room for his clothes.
A small voice in the back of my head told me I should be ashamed. It told me that this was something I shouldn’t be doing and enjoying so much.
But Trucker’s fingers tightening in my hair took all those thoughts away. The way his body trembled with the flicker of my tongue just beneath the head, the way he panted my name—all of it fueled my ego, pushing me on and on.
“Taji.” He warned. “I’m almost there.”
“That’s kind of the point.” I whispered, bracing my palms on the bed on either side of his body.
I sucked harder, swirled my tongue around him, tickled the head until his hand fell away from my hair. Exhaling through my nose, I made him come, filling my mouth until it trickled down the sides of my mouth.
“Shit!” Trucker swore. “How do you—”
Using the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, I kissed up his still clothed body, until I could grin down at him.
“This is going to take more than five minutes.” He panted. “I’m definitely going to be late but I’m not complaining.”
Giggling, I kissed him deeply.
We cuddled in bed until he definitely had to get up.
I made him have to change his pants and boxers, but Trucker didn’t seem to mind.
While he changed, I quickly made him some coffee and a sandwich he could eat while he drove to the station then went back into bed.
“Remember, Taji Sloane, you owe me a date,” he said when he popped back to give me a kiss.
I blushed. “I haven’t forgotten.”
When I tried wrapping my arms around his neck again, Trucker caught my wrists and held them down against the pillow.
He kissed me until my nipples tightened and tingled before reluctantly, rushing down the stairs.
“Don’t forget the coffee and sandwich!” I shouted after him.
“Thank you.”
Blushing, I flopped around on the bed excitedly.
The old me wouldn’t have done what I’d just done with Trucker. I couldn’t believing I’d done that.
And I enjoyed it.
As I dragged a finger against my lips, I could still remember his taste. He’d came hard in my mouth, and I thought for sure I wouldn’t have been a fan of that.
But as the memory of his tanginess on my tongue swirled through my mind, I realized I was into that—I was into tasting him until he filled my mouth and spilled hot and sticky down my skin.
After a while longer, though my body was sore, I climbed out of bed and changed the sheets. Our little fun had stained them. Blushing the entire time, I replaced the sheets and brought the soiled ones to the washer.
Ensuring it was a full load, I added detergent and stated the machine, leaning my back against it as it started to tremor with work.
It felt like Trucker’s muscular body, between my thighs, gyrating into.
I bit on a knuckle, smiling.
Though the temperature rose for the day and there was no rain in the forecast in the near future, I couldn’t spend the entire day indoors dreaming about Trucker. Instead, I made a list of what I needed in the nearby county and headed out of Albright.
I stopped only to buy some gas and send Trucker a text letting him know where I was heading along with a picture of my boobs.
Surprisingly, that made me feel empowered, sexy—like a new self.
Giggling softly, I was on my way.
I giggled when my phone vibrated, and I asked the Bluetooth to read his reply.
“I’ll punish you later.”
Did he mean he was going to tie me up again?
Maybe I could convince him that me blindfolding him was a punishment for me.
My nipples hardened and a beautiful pulse began between my thighs.
“Girl, you’re losing your damn mind.”
But would be up to that?
I drew to a stop at a sign and checked both directions before easing through the intersection. I couldn’t help the surge of electricity that shot up my spine at the thought of having that very muscular, sexy as all hell man, with his arms tied behind his back and blindfolded.
Oh, have mercy.
I laughed and still floating on cloud nine, I continued on my errands.
The trip saw me stop in a couple of electronic stores picking up a new laptop with more space as well as a back-up portable hard drive.
She waited until the techs loaded all the software I needed, tried talking her into buying new stuff she didn’t need, and she looked at the cameras.
Finding one she liked, she purchased that too.
I’d broken my old one by forgetting I had set it on top of the car.
When I drove off, it skittered down the back windshield and smashed into the ground.
It was the dumbest thing to have done and for a moment after I realized what had happened, I stopped the car and rested my head forward to the steering.
The camera falling off my car was just the culmination of a shit day—the day I decided I was rich and I didn’t need that job that was sucking me dry of anything positive.
To make it worse, the camera meant something to me as I’d gotten it as a present from my grandfather—the last gift he’d given me.
I procrastinated on replacing it—I’d taken it to a number of repair places, desperately praying someone would be able to fix it.
They all told me the same thing.
I should count my blessing the sim card was still working.
That was a blessing as I hadn’t lost the photographs on it.
There was no fixing the damn thing.
I still had it sitting on my bookshelf in my home office. I couldn’t get myself to throw it out.
As I was climbing back into my car, I noticed a lingerie store at the far end of the mall. Instead of leaving, I drove across the lot, parked in front of it and hurried inside.
The place looked as if red and purple had thrown up in the joint. Irritated there barely had any other colours, I browsed what they had, wondering what colour Trucker would find sexy on me.