dollar an hour lay.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, he was slamming on the brakes, throwing her body forward. Thank God for seatbelts. “Sharon, that’s not what I meant.”
An eighteen wheeler whizzed by, shaking the truck. What was she doing? She didn’t know him. She’d set herself up. Let her guard down. “Get off the highway, Kyle.”
“Let me straighten out what I said.”
One after another vehicles passed by them honking. “Fine! Fuck it! You want to get killed on the interstate by a speeding vehicle. I don’t care. I’ll walk God damn it!” She unlatched her seatbelt, threw the door open, and jumped out of the vehicle, not bothering to close the door.
“Get in the truck, Sharon!” He pulled next to the shoulder, driving the same speed she was walking.
She refused to acknowledge him. Instead, she kept her sight on the rest area a few hundred feet away. Her phone was in the cup holder attached to the console of his truck, and she needed to call Kayla for a ride. There was no way she was riding with him. Not after what he’d said. Damn it! She’d left her cigarettes in her car.
Two more vehicles passed, laying on the horn as they did.
“Sharon!”
She turned to face the truck, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Leave. Me. Alone.”
Kyle reached across the seat and slammed the door she’d left open. He hit the gas, and she expected him to take off and leave her, but he pulled to the shoulder not far ahead. He bailed from the vehicle, throwing his hands in the air. “Jesus! You can’t walk down the side of the interstate.”
“You shouldn’t worry. Apparently I have plenty of practice walking the streets!” Sharon took a deep breath and tried to push past him, but he stepped in front of her and took her shoulders. She planted her palms against his chest to push him away. Instead, the sudden high from his contact hijacked her thoughts, and all she knew was that leaving him was not an option.
Her hands gripped his shirt, tugging him to her as he grabbed her ponytail, directing her mouth to his. Her frantic tongue searched his as her arms latched around the back of his neck. He grabbed her ass, picking her up, and she straddled his waist.
He carried her to the passenger side of the truck, away from traffic, and jerked the door open.
“Mmm. Are you gonna fuck me?” she asked, her mouth not leaving his.
“Hell yes, I am.” He sat her in the front seat and popped open the glove compartment. “Here.” He handed her a small, foil wrapper.
She tore it open with her teeth as he unleashed his cock. Her insides jerked at the sight, and her sex pulsed. She wasted no time covering him.
Kyle bent down to kiss her. “Panties?”
“Ah…none.”
“You make me crazy.” With a shudder, he nudged the hem of her dress above her waist. Grabbing the backs of her thighs, he pulled her to the edge of the seat and slipped his thumb into her folds.
She tilted her hips against his hand, moaning low. “Please…fuck me.”
“God, I’m throbbing too hard. It’ll be fast.”
“I don’t care.” And she didn’t. She just wanted to feel him inside her. She had to satisfy the craving she’d had all day.
“Lean back.”
She did, and he grabbed her hips, dragging her off the seat until only her upper back and shoulders were against the warm leather of the truck seat, then he slammed into her, taking her breath away.
* * * *
“What are we doing here?” Sharon stared out the window at Donovan Suites, the most expensive hotel in Jackson, maybe all of Mississippi for all she knew. What she was certain of was that it was too rich for her tastes. Never one to pay extra for all the bells and whistles, she thought a lot of people went overboard with it, throwing money around. It seemed senseless.
Kyle steered the truck to valet parking. “Eating.”
“At The Blue Ivy ?” She’d heard about this place...the restaurant located inside Donovan Suites. The cheapest thing on the menu, other
As soon as the words left her mouth, he was slamming on the brakes, throwing her body forward. Thank God for seatbelts. “Sharon, that’s not what I meant.”
An eighteen wheeler whizzed by, shaking the truck. What was she doing? She didn’t know him. She’d set herself up. Let her guard down. “Get off the highway, Kyle.”
“Let me straighten out what I said.”
One after another vehicles passed by them honking. “Fine! Fuck it! You want to get killed on the interstate by a speeding vehicle. I don’t care. I’ll walk God damn it!” She unlatched her seatbelt, threw the door open, and jumped out of the vehicle, not bothering to close the door.
“Get in the truck, Sharon!” He pulled next to the shoulder, driving the same speed she was walking.
She refused to acknowledge him. Instead, she kept her sight on the rest area a few hundred feet away. Her phone was in the cup holder attached to the console of his truck, and she needed to call Kayla for a ride. There was no way she was riding with him. Not after what he’d said. Damn it! She’d left her cigarettes in her car.
Two more vehicles passed, laying on the horn as they did.
“Sharon!”
She turned to face the truck, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Leave. Me. Alone.”
Kyle reached across the seat and slammed the door she’d left open. He hit the gas, and she expected him to take off and leave her, but he pulled to the shoulder not far ahead. He bailed from the vehicle, throwing his hands in the air. “Jesus! You can’t walk down the side of the interstate.”
“You shouldn’t worry. Apparently I have plenty of practice walking the streets!” Sharon took a deep breath and tried to push past him, but he stepped in front of her and took her shoulders. She planted her palms against his chest to push him away. Instead, the sudden high from his contact hijacked her thoughts, and all she knew was that leaving him was not an option.
Her hands gripped his shirt, tugging him to her as he grabbed her ponytail, directing her mouth to his. Her frantic tongue searched his as her arms latched around the back of his neck. He grabbed her ass, picking her up, and she straddled his waist.
He carried her to the passenger side of the truck, away from traffic, and jerked the door open.
“Mmm. Are you gonna fuck me?” she asked, her mouth not leaving his.
“Hell yes, I am.” He sat her in the front seat and popped open the glove compartment. “Here.” He handed her a small, foil wrapper.
She tore it open with her teeth as he unleashed his cock. Her insides jerked at the sight, and her sex pulsed. She wasted no time covering him.
Kyle bent down to kiss her. “Panties?”
“Ah…none.”
“You make me crazy.” With a shudder, he nudged the hem of her dress above her waist. Grabbing the backs of her thighs, he pulled her to the edge of the seat and slipped his thumb into her folds.
She tilted her hips against his hand, moaning low. “Please…fuck me.”
“God, I’m throbbing too hard. It’ll be fast.”
“I don’t care.” And she didn’t. She just wanted to feel him inside her. She had to satisfy the craving she’d had all day.
“Lean back.”
She did, and he grabbed her hips, dragging her off the seat until only her upper back and shoulders were against the warm leather of the truck seat, then he slammed into her, taking her breath away.
* * * *
“What are we doing here?” Sharon stared out the window at Donovan Suites, the most expensive hotel in Jackson, maybe all of Mississippi for all she knew. What she was certain of was that it was too rich for her tastes. Never one to pay extra for all the bells and whistles, she thought a lot of people went overboard with it, throwing money around. It seemed senseless.
Kyle steered the truck to valet parking. “Eating.”
“At The Blue Ivy ?” She’d heard about this place...the restaurant located inside Donovan Suites. The cheapest thing on the menu, other
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