by Lila Kane
When he finally stops, my body is still shaking. He crawls between my legs, nudging me open even wider with his knee. His cock is practically pulsing, thick and poised right above my entrance.
“I need you in me now,” I say, reaching for him.
Chris obliges by pushing inside of me, stretching me further than I’ve ever been stretched. He keeps going and going, and all I want is to be filled completely with him. To have him buried so deep inside of me he never wants to leave again.
He breath hisses out with every inch. “Fuck. You’re so wet. You feel so good, Jen.”
Our bodies join completely. I’m sheathing him, squeezing his dick tight. I wish we would have done this sooner.
“God, Jen. You’re so warm.”
Chris’s cheeks are pulled taut as he starts rocking his hips, pounding his body against mine. I can tell it’s taking every ounce of his control not to come.
My body writhes underneath his, my already sensitive pussy about to explode again. I squeeze Chris’s arms. “Yes, please. Keep going.”
Chris shoves into me harder and faster, his cock thick with the evidence of his arousal. One more time and then his body tightens. He leans down, gently biting my lip as he comes, his whole body jerking with the orgasm.
The whole thing turns me on and I can’t help but come again. Waves of pleasure roll over me, my pussy squeezing his dick over and over again and making his orgasm last forever.
Finally, he collapses on top of me, body warm and heart racing.
“Fuck,” he says again.
I run my fingers through his hair as we both let our bodies wind down. Chris pulls out of me and shifts to my side. I rest my hand on his chest, losing myself in the moment.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” I whisper.
He touches my cheek and repeats the sentiment. “Me too, Jen. I’m really glad you came.”
I laugh. “Me too.”
He chuckles. “You know what I mean. I’m glad you’re on this trip with me. It means a lot.”
“It means a lot to me, too.”
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Chapter 4
T raveling with Chris has become one of the best adventures of my life. We have our routine down. We wake early and share breakfast before we get on the road. I spend the first part of the morning writing—a romance, like Chris suggested. I use him as inspiration for all the sexy scenes. Then we stop for lunch and spend most of the time flirting before heading out again. We catch up on each other lives, and by the time we get to dinner, we’re both ready to be done with the road for the day.
This time before I can get out of the truck, Chris takes my hand and pulls me back to his sleeper cab. I’ve come back here a few times for a nap or at the end of the day when he wants to grab a new outfit. But since there’s only a twin-sized bed, we usually end up sleeping in motels.
“We’ve been on the road for a month now,” Chris says, sitting on the bed.
I stand in front of him, between his thighs. His hands wrap around my waist as he holds me close.
“I know. It’s gone by fast,” I answer.
“So you’re happy?”
I look down, studying his face. “Yes. Are you happy?”
He nods and presses his cheek against my chest. “Just wanted to make sure.”
“Is everything okay?”
Chris squeezes his arms around my me. “More than okay. I’ve thought about this a lot over the years, wishing you were here with me on the road. And now that you are…I just want to make sure you’re okay. That this is where you want to be.”
I lean down to kiss him. “This is where I want to be.”
He pulls me further between his legs, and then yanks off my tank top. He tosses that aside and then tugs down my jeans. In another moment, the rest of my clothes are off, and his are as well. Chris scoots back on the bed, fully erect, and I climb on top of him.
I’m wet, ready for him like I always seem to be, and I slide on his shaft. Chris groans when I encase him completely. His fingers squeeze my hips, holding me down on him.
“You’re so warm,” Chris breathes. “I’m never going to get tired of this.”
I swivel my hips against his. “I hope not.”
He growls and locks his lips on my breast. He circles his tongue around my nipple, making my back arch. I agree with Chris. I’m never going to tire of this. Having him close.
He’s mine, and I can’t imagine it any other way.
“I want you to come like this,” Chris murmurs. “On top of me.”
His words light a fire inside of me. I rock my hips, sliding him in and out. I look down to see his dick spearing me, glistening from my arousal. Chris presses his thumb against my clit and I feel it every time I slide down his shaft.
“You feel so good,” I breathe, my arms locked around his neck.
“Come for me.”
His command makes my pussy clench. And with his thumb still pressing against my clit, along with the friction of our bodies rubbing together, I can’t help it. The orgasm hits me hard. My legs clench tight around Chris’s body, and he follows me over the top, his cum spurting into me.
I exhale, hanging tightly onto him until the world settles around us. I’ve never felt for anyone the way I’ve felt for Chris.
He presses his cheek to my chest, listening to my heart. “Jen.”
“Yes?”
“I keep saying this, but I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too.”
He looks up, eyes meeting mine. “That’s not all.”
I touch his cheek. “What else?”
“I love you.”
My heart clutches with tenderness. “Chris,” I murmur, then kiss him. “I love you, too. I have for a long time.”
He kisses me hard. Our bodies are still joined, and I don’t want to ever move.
“I’m so glad you said that,” he says, kissing me again. “I was worried.”
“Why?”
“Because…our lives are so different. I’m always away and you’ve stayed in the same place since we were in high school.”
“Chris. I think maybe…I’ve loved you since high school.”
He meets my eyes again, amazed. “Really? All this time?”
“Yes. And it didn’t matter that you were far away most of the time. Love doesn’t care about location.”
He kisses my cheek, then my lips. “You’re right. I’m hoping we can make this work between us.”
I smile. “As you long as you don’t mind company on the road, I think we can make this work.”
Then he kisses me again, taking away any worry I had about our future, and making me lose my mind again with his hands and his body.
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Epilogue
Six Months Later
W hen Chris pulls up to my house in his truck, I sprint out the door and toss myself into his arms. He catches me with a laugh. “Jen.”
I kiss him like I haven’t seen him in years, though it’s only been two weeks. I’ve gotten used to traveling with him, so when I decided to stay behind this time to work on my novel, it nearly killed me.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
I kiss him once, then twice, not able to let him go. “Yes. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
I take his hand and pull him to the front porch so we can stay outside while the sun sets. We sit side by side on the porch swing, our thighs touching.
“How’s the writing going?” he asks.
“I finished my book!”
“Really?”
“Yes. I finished yesterday.”
He wraps his arms around me, murmurs words of congratulations in my ear. “Jen, I’m so happy for you. This is great.”
“Thank you.”
He grins. “Looks like hanging back from the drive this time did you some good.”
“Actually…it taught me something.”
“What’s that?”
“That I never want to be
away from you again. It was too hard.”
Chris kisses me. “I know. I was thinking the same thing. Every time I called you, I wanted to tell you I’d come get you. If only I could.”
“Let’s not do that again.”
“No. Let’s not. In fact…” He shifts, pulling something out of his pocket. “I have something to make sure we don’t get in this predicament again.”
My eyes widen when he holds up a velvet box. “Oh my God.”
“Jen,” Chris says, opening the box to reveal a diamond ring. “Will you marry me?”
I practically jump in his lap. “Yes. Yes!”
Chris laughs and puts the ring on my finger. Then he pulls me into his lap. “From now on, where I go, you go.”
I kiss him over and over. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
About the Author
Lila Kane is a full-time author who thrives on steamy scenes and hot insta-love. She lives in the Rocky Mountains where the views are picturesque and inspire stories of alpha men and feisty heroines.
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