A Trucker Christmas: A Romantic Short Story

by Jamie Schlosser

  A TRUCKER CHRISTMAS

  A ROMANTIC SHORT STORY

  BY JAMIE SCHLOSSER

  Copyright © 2016 Jamie Schlosser

  All rights reserved.

  Cover Design: Fresh Design

  Interior Design and Formatting: Dreams2media

  Editing: Wordsmith Proofreading Services

  This novel is for your enjoyment only and may not be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without permission from the author except for brief quotations in a book review. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Purchase only authorized editions.

  This novella is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to locations or incidents are coincidental.

  Due to language and sexual content, this book is intended

  for readers 18 and older.

  Please note: A Trucker Christmas is not a standalone.

  Trucker (The Good Guys Book 1) must be read first to enjoy this short story.

  DEDICATION

  For Bristol

  Half of the profits from A Trucker Christmas will go toward the Bristol Peterson medical fund, helping her in her fight against leukemia.

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  CHAPTER 1

  ANGEL

  I couldn’t stop staring at it. The way it sparkled in the light. The way the glowing colors on the Christmas tree glinted off the shiny surface—red, blue, green, and gold.

  If I looked at it long enough, I swore I could see my reflection in the diamond on my finger.

  “Angel?” Travis gently nudged me with his elbow, snapping me out of my ring-hypnosis. When I glanced over at him, he had a knowing smirk on his face. “I’m glad you like your present, but I’d kind of like mine now.”

  “Oh, right.” I blushed, knowing the gift I’d gotten him wasn’t going to compare to a marriage proposal. “It’s nothing special…”

  Leaning forward, I grabbed the present from under the tree before returning to my spot on the couch next to Travis.

  “If it’s from you I’ll love it,” he said confidently.

  I shrugged, handed it to him, and hoped for the best. He pulled out the T-shirt first, and his face broke out into a grin when he saw what was on the front.

  “Isn’t it adorable?” I asked, gesturing toward the otters hugging and the lettering that said ‘I miss my significant otter’.

  Smiling, he narrowed his eyes at me. “Are you sure this isn’t for you?”

  I mock gasped. “Of course not. I already have the shirt I want.” Wrapping my arms around myself, I possessively hugged Travis’s old T-shirt.

  “I love it,” he said, and gave me a soft kiss. “I can wear it on my trips when you can’t come with me.”

  Beaming, I nodded. “That’s exactly what I was thinking. You might want to check the bottom of the bag…”

  He reached in and pulled out the small rectangular cardstock I’d decorated.

  “One free naked FaceTime session?” From the awed expression on his face, you would’ve thought it was worth a million dollars.

  I laughed. “Yep. Redeemable at any time. And there’s no expiration date.”

  I pointed to the words at the bottom, proud of myself for making it look like an actual coupon.

  “This is awesome,” Travis said, placing his presents on the coffee table. “And I’ll proudly wear that T-shirt at the manliest of truck stops.”

  Leaning down to press his lips to mine, the kiss started out innocent. Then he slipped his tongue into my mouth and bit down on my bottom lip. Immediately my nipples hardened, my body automatically responding to his touch.

  Needing more physical contact, I swung my leg over his lap to straddle him. His hands landed on my hips and he ground my pelvis against his.

  I let out a quiet moan as he trailed kisses down my jaw, then gently sucked at the most sensitive place on my neck. Since I wasn’t wearing any pants, the T-shirt rode up my thighs, exposing my blue lace panties.

  Travis groaned and his hands stared sliding up. When his fingers reached my lace-covered center, I pulled back.

  It was so easy to lose control with Travis.

  If we weren’t careful we could end up spending the whole day in bed, and we’d miss all the Christmas plans.

  With a reluctant sigh, I removed myself from his lap and scooted to the cushion next to him on the couch.

  “Come back, baby,” he said, flashing me the dimples.

  Smiling, I shook my head. “We’ll be late if we don’t get going soon.”

  “Quickie?” Travis said hopefully as he started going for my neck again.

  Giggling, I shook my head again. Then I had an idea.

  Sliding to the floor, I knelt in front of him. Scraping my nails up his thighs, my hands landed at his waistband.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, even though he knew exactly what I was doing.

  Lifting his hips, he allowed me to pull his track pants down far enough for me to take his already-hard cock in my hand. I pumped up and down a couple times before I leaned forward and sucked his tip into my mouth.

  Blowing out a harsh breath, he leaned back into the cushions and watched me with heated eyes.

  Over the last several months, we’d explored each other’s bodies. Learned what we liked, what drove us crazy. I knew all of Travis’s turn-ons and he knew mine.

  Looking up at him, I whispered words I knew he loved. “Travis.” I licked his tip again. “Fuck my mouth.”

  Sucking him back in I went down as far as I could, letting his cock hit my throat.

  He groaned, then brought his hand to the back of my head. Fisting my hair in his fingers, he started guiding me up and down his shaft.

  I felt myself getting wet. This may have been a turn-on for him, but it was for me, too. I loved it when he took control.

  “Angel… Baby,” he rasped. “Are you sure you don’t want a quickie? Because I’d really like to—ahhh.”

  I sucked him harder. His fist tightened on my hair and I moaned.

  Moving my mouth over him faster, I cupped his sac with one of my hands. His head fell back against the couch and his eyes slammed shut.

  “Fuuuuck,” he whispered and I could tell he was close.

  After bobbing up and down a few more times, he let out a sexy sound and his hips jerked forward. Continuing the rough grip on the back of my head, his cum filled my mouth.

  “Damn, baby,” he moaned before his hand fell away, landing limply at his side.

  As I wiped at my lips, I looked up to find he had a lazy grin on his face, head tilted back and eyes closed.

  “I think I need a nap now,” he said, satisfied.

  Giggling, I tucked his softening dick back into his pants.

  “No time for naps,” I told him as I got up and started to make my way to our room. “We’re supposed to be at your mom’s house in ten minutes.”

  CHAPTER 2

  TRAVIS

  The ear-splitting squeal my mom let out when Angel and I walked through the door made me wince.

  “Where is it?!” she hissed before she almost knocked me over, trying to
get to Angel.

  “Be cool, Mom.” I smirked and held up Angel’s left hand. “It’s right here.”

  Angel’s hand was snatched from mine and my mom examined the ring as if she was checking it for a fake diamond.

  That thing had better not be fake with how much it cost me.

  Mom must’ve found it acceptable, because she started squealing again while jumping up and down.

  Angel’s entire body was being jostled from having her arm practically yanked from its socket, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact she started laughing and bouncing, too.

  I stepped back, letting them do whatever it is women do when someone gets engaged.

  Mom had already known about my plan to propose, and I was half-surprised she’d been able to keep it from Angel over the past few weeks.

  Since last summer they’d become really close. I was pretty sure Angel talked to my mom more often than I did. Seeing them together, seeing the love between them, made me insanely happy.

  I liked to think my love would be enough for Angel. That, if it really came down to it, she wouldn’t need anyone else.

  But the truth was, my mom gave her something I couldn’t. It was a different kind of love—a mother’s love. My mom was able to fill a void in Angel’s heart I couldn’t touch.

  Once my mom finally got herself under control, she pulled us into the kitchen before she loaded the oven with the lasagna.

  “So, when’s the date?” she asked excitedly, clapping her hands together.

  I laughed at her enthusiasm. “Mom, we just got engaged. We haven’t talked about it yet.”

  “I’d love a summer wedding,” Angel sighed wistfully, completely ignoring my answer. “July would be great.”

  Her questioning eyes bounced to me and I just shrugged. “Baby, I’d marry you tomorrow if I could.”

  “You can’t marry her tomorrow,” my mom gasped. “A proper wedding takes planning. Months of planning.” Her eyes twinkled as she looked at Angel. “In fact, we can start right now.”

  Amused, I watched the two women I loved most in this world huddle together on the couch in front of my mom’s laptop. There was an occasional ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ as they looked up all kinds of wedding stuff I knew nothing about.

  As long as Angel became my wife, I didn’t care what happened that day.

  My wife.

  I still couldn’t believe it was really happening.

  Angel let out a gasp and pointed at the screen. “Oh, that one! That’s perfect.”

  Craning my neck, I tried to see what they were looking at, but my mom quickly turned the laptop away from my line of sight.

  “This is for the bride’s eyes only,” she said sweetly, and they went back to gushing in secrecy.

  After forty-five minutes of hushed whispers, note-taking, and giggling, my mom went to get the lasagna out of the oven.

  When she came back out, she still had her old, raggedy oven mitts on her hands and I smiled thinking about the new pair I’d gotten her.

  “Presents first?” Mom asked.

  Angel nodded, then practically skipped over to the tree. She took the liberty of sorting through the packages and passing them out.

  I loved how comfortable she was here, as though she felt like part of the family and not just a guest. No shyness. No apprehension.

  Manly pride swelled in my chest because I had provided her with a place to live and an entire network of family and friends.

  A home.

  I couldn’t take all the credit, though. It was impossible not to love Angel. All the relationships she’d built here in Tolson were because of her kindness and her open, trusting heart.

  I was snapped out of my love-struck stupor when Angel pulled a large box out from under the tree, then handed it to my mom. An identical one, wrapped in green paper with silver snowmen, was next.

  My mom gave me a wink, then turned to Angel. “I think we should open these at the same time.”

  “Okay…” Angel smiled, and narrowed her eyes suspiciously at me.

  Rustling and ripping of wrapping paper filled the room… And then silence.

  Staring down at the box with awe, Angel’s whisper could barely be heard. “A sewing machine?” Her glistening eyes darted to me, then to my mom. “You got me a sewing machine?”

  “Well, Travis mentioned how you wanted to learn,” my mom started. “And I’ve always wanted to learn, too.” She shrugged and patted the box in front of her. “I thought we could figure it out together. Thought it would be easier if we both had one to work with, side by side.”

  Before my mom could even finish the sentence, Angel’s arms were wrapped around her.

  “Thank you.” Her voice wobbled. “This means so much to me.”

  “I know, honey,” my mom whispered as she hugged her. “I know.”

  I looked away and let them have their moment.

  After they separated, Angel laughed and wiped at her eyes before handing my mom a big red bag with white tissue paper shooting out the top.

  My mom pulled out a cream-colored sweater and a pair of brown fur-lined boots.

  “Oh, Angel,” she sighed and held the sweater up to her body. “I love it. Thrift-store find?”

  Angel nodded, her blue eyes shining with happiness. “One of the best parts of working there was getting first dibs. When I saw it, I knew you had to have it.”

  “Travis, why don’t you open one?” Mom suggested.

  I didn’t even have to unwrap the two packages closest to me to know what was inside.

  Every year, without fail, I got new underwear and socks. Most people might’ve thought that was a lame gift, but not me. My mom even knew what color and brand I liked—the black boxer briefs from Fruit of the Loom and white Hanes ankle socks.

  Angel handed me another gift. This one was a small box wrapped in shiny red paper. I lifted the lid and what I saw had me barking out a laugh.

  Holding up the small, glittery object, I sent Angel a half-hearted glare. “A unicorn ornament? Seriously, Angel?”

  She smothered a giggle behind her hand. “Unicorns are totally your thing. When I saw it, I just knew you had to have it.”

  Chuckling, I placed it on one of the lower branches on the tree, and I had a feeling this was going to become a yearly tradition.

  After all the gifts were opened, we made our way into the kitchen and my mom tucked her new floral oven mitts into the drawer next to the stove.

  I sat at the table and watched Angel and my mom work beside each other. Angel got down the plates and cut the garlic bread while my mom took out the silverware and dished out the food. Then Angel got out the napkins while Mom poured the drinks.

  They were so in sync with each other, like they’d done this a hundred times.

  Angel came over to the table and set my lunch in front of me. She flashed me a smile and I thanked her with a kiss.

  *

  Two hours later, we were all stuffed full of lasagna, garlic bread, and snickerdoodles.

  Angel and I said our goodbyes, but not before she and my mom set up a date to do more wedding planning.

  As we got into the pickup truck, I couldn’t wait to get home. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the afternoon holed up in the bed with Angel. Unfortunately, she had other plans.

  “Turn left here,” she said before we could make it back to the apartment. “We have another stop to make.”

  I raised my eyebrows in question, but let her direct me to Beverly’s house when she explained we were supposed to go there for dinner.

  After shutting off the ignition, I hesitated to get out.

  “Are you sure we won’t be imposing?” I asked.

  I knew they were best friends, but it was Christmas. Also, I remembered Angel saying Beverly had family staying in town over the holidays
.

  “I’m pretty sure she’d be upset if we didn’t stop by,” she said with a shrug.

  “How do you know she wasn’t just being polite?”

  Angel let out an adorable snort. “Beverly? Polite? Remember who we’re talking about here.” She grinned at me. “Besides, her exact words were ‘I better see your ass on Christmas or else’. Plus, we’re already in her driveway and she’s peeking at us through her curtains.” Angel pointed to the bay window over the porch.

  She was right. The tiny old woman practically had her face pressed against the glass as she peered out at us and started waving excitedly. I waved back.

  “And,” she continued, “when she was at the shop the other day, she invited Hank and Colton, too. So, it would be weird if we didn’t show up.”

  “What?” I asked in disbelief because this was the first time I was hearing about the dinner. “Why didn’t I know about this?”

  Angel smiled at me and softly patted my cheek. “I told you this morning.”

  “You did?”

  “Uh-huh.” She nodded. “I’m guessing you missed it since you were freaking out about proposing.”

  Well, shit. She had me there. I barely heard two words she said during breakfast. I vaguely recalled her rattling off our to-do list for the day but I hadn’t been listening.

  “I was nervous,” I grumbled.

  “You had no reason to be.” Angel linked her gloved fingers with mine and smiled.

  CHAPTER 3

  ANGEL

  Beverly zeroed in on the ring as soon as we got inside and I took off my gloves.

  “Whoo-eee!” she exclaimed and did a dance that resembled The Macarena.

  Laughing, I held out my hand. “Travis proposed this morning. Obviously, I said yes.”

  “Well, of course you did,” Beverly responded while eyeing the jewelry. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Fine piece of ass,” she said, winking at Travis.

  He barked out a laugh and put his arm around me.

  “Mom.” A man who was probably in his late fifties came around the corner. “You can’t say things like that when you have guests over.”