Free LongHaul by Louisa Bacio Page B

of his pants
with surprise. She moved closer, right next to him. She rubbed his upper thigh
through his jeans, barely touching the tip of his cock. She couldn’t have known
what she was doing, right? He glanced over at her, and at that moment, she
decided to glide the tip of her tongue across her lips, making the soft pink
lushness glisten even through the approaching darkness.
    Damn. Maybe she did. Mr. Happy grew even harder, and he
swore she smiled at his rise.
    “You know,” he replied, swallowing a lump in his throat.
“Stuff.”
    Her hand slid just a wee bit higher. “What about stuff ?”
The way she said it made it sound so naughty. Made him think of what he wanted
to stuff—his cock got stiffer.
    For some reason, he just couldn’t let it go this time.
“Sallie Mae, how am I supposed to be concentrating on talking with you doing
that?” Randy glanced down at her roaming hand.
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, all sweet. “Am I distracting you?”
As she said it, she pressed her hand even more firmly against his tip. She
moved a bit closer and he smelled the freshness of her perfume, citrusy and
clean.
    “Just being close to you, you’re distracting me. Rubbing
your hand up my leg is about driving me crazy.”
    She paused, as if to ponder her next comment, never taking
her palm off his cock. “Don’t you like it?” she finally asked.
    The gas pumped clicked off with a sound of finality. Hell,
yes, I like it , he thought. Somehow, he couldn’t quite say that. Instead,
he heard coming from his mouth, “I’m not quite sure it’s such a good idea.”
    She pulled her hand away and a sudden coldness took the
place of its warmth. “I’m sorry.” She yanked open her door and got back in the
truck. “I’m sorry,” she repeated without looking at him.
    After shutting her door, Randy stalked back to the driver’s
side. Shit. He was such an idiot. Here she had all but placed herself in his
lap and what did he do? He’d blown it. For a few minutes, they drove in
silence, with only the voice of Damien Rice filling the cab. He thought about
different ways to bring the subject back up, rejecting each one as selfish or
just plain stupid.
    “So where’s the weirdest place you ever had sex?” she asked.
    His mind flashed to his ex, Michelle, her rounded ass up in
the air as they fucked in the sand at Seal Beach, and the feel of her hot pussy
in contrast to the cool sea air around them. Being outdoors and that thrill of
being caught, man, now that was a high. The sand, they had to be careful about.
One grain in the wrong place—ouch!
    “Nowhere special. The beach at sunset. You?”
    “In the science lab at school. Just knowing that another
student could walk in at any moment made it even more exciting,” she said. She
let that hang out there. “But I’ve always wanted to do it in a moving car. You
know, fucking while others are on the road, without them really knowing
what we’re doing. They call it automotive erotica.”
    The meaning behind her statement hung heavy in the air. He
shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to maneuver Mr. Happy into a position
where he would feel more comfortable. Just fuck it. What have you been
waiting for? What are you afraid of?
    “I can help make that fantasy come true.”
    “Really?” she asked, sounding more surprised than she should
after her comment.
    Yeah , he thought. I’d be more than happy to fuck
you right now, right here .
    “Do you really think that’s safe?” she asked.
    With such a dangerous situation—fast moving vehicles, why
risk it?
    Fuck it. Why not? He couldn’t think of a better way
to go.
    “I’m a good driver. Never had an accident.” Feeling a bit of
gusto, he reached over and ran his hand along the creamy smoothness of her
thigh. He glided his hand along the skin. There wasn’t a wisp of hair, and he
stole a look at the shock on her face. He’d had enough playing around.
    The atmosphere inside the king cab changed. It was