Truck Me How I Like It
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I needed more friction, so I placed my hands on his chest and ground harder against him, pushing both of us to the limit until we lost it, with wet spots for both of us as proof of our overwhelming lust.
“You just had to get something from me to get you through the week, is that it?” he said, teasing me with kisses all over my chin.
“Something like that.” I snuggled into his side again, kissing his mouth languidly and just enjoying the possibility of an us.
“We’ll make this work, sweetheart. You’ll see.”
I was counting on it.
* * * *
Paul moved into Sara’s old trailer a month later. He fit right in with the tenants, and we got along just fine as friends and lovers.
It seemed to be in the cards that we would be a couple someday, maybe even forever. But what we had now was more than adequate for me.
I took Paul to meet Joey at the rehab center. My brother, usually so laidback, drilled my lover about everything under the sun, giving me a glimpse of the way he had probably been when he was in the army. If nothing else, it showed me that he would be just fine, in time.
I looked forward to the day when Joey would be able to take care of himself, confident in his ability to succeed at whatever he set his mind to. In the meantime, he had me, and now Paul, and that was more than enough, I thought.
Buzz, the forklift operator, was finally fired from his job after he punched me in the face for no reason at all once he’d finished unloading the flatbed. He’d just walked up to me and let his fists fly. Maybe he’d been on something. Who knows?
I’d sported a black eye for a while, but the smile on my face had been huge because in the end, it was worth it. I’d never have to deal with that asshole ever again.
About three months later, Paul surprised me with a trip to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. We spent a fun and sexy week doing nothing but lying in the sun, chasing each other on the beach and fucking all night long.
I came back rejuvenated and determined to make something more of my life. Paul was my cheerleader, and encouraged me to do whatever made me happy. I began to delve into new things and pursue my interests, now that I wasn’t as stressed as I used to be.
Maybe I’d run my own business, or go to school, or remain a truck driver for the rest of my days. I didn’t care. Life was open to me now, and I had the chance to explore it, thanks to my lover’s strength and support, and my brother’s belief in me, and himself.
I was unbelievably content.
THE END
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J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet, with the occasional novel or novella. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, language enthusiast (German and Spanish), and lover of all things knit and crochet.
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