Crazy Tales from the Truck

"Okay, okay. Maia, make sure you scream nice and loud so I can enjoy the show too," Raul said.

They said long-haul truckers were a crude bunch. I was seeing it firsthand now. I couldn't believe the things coming out of their mouths. My face was burning a deep crimson.

For the rest of the day, I lay on the sleeper berth in the back while the two men chatted up front. Most of their conversation consisted of raunchy jokes and dirty talk. I tried to act uninterested, but they were so loud that every word reached my ears.

I didn't know if men really used that kind of talk to relieve stress, but I was genuinely stirred.

Those blunt, unfiltered words drifted through the air like feathers, brushing against my skin and teasing my senses.

The frustration I'd felt with Dylan the night before started to boil over. Lying there, I felt a tingle spread from head to toe. I couldn't wait for nightfall, so Dylan and I could go at it.

Once wasn't going to be enough. I wanted much, much more.

My eyes involuntarily drifted toward the two men. From years of sitting, Dylan had developed a bit of a gut. His double chin wobbled slightly with every bump in the road. He never exercised, so it was no wonder his stamina had hit rock bottom.

Then, my gaze shifted to Raul. Even just sitting there, he had the raw, predatory presence of a wild animal. He had broad shoulders, corded muscles in his arms, and thick, powerful thighs.

Every inch of him radiated a masculine pheromone so thick it filled the cramped cab, making my head spin. I couldn't think of anything except the scandalous images flashing through my mind.

I swallowed hard. Realizing just how far my thoughts had strayed, I felt another wave of heat hit my face.

Right then, Raul turned around. I felt his gaze drop directly to my chest. He was staring so intently that it felt like his hands were about to reach out and tear my clothes open.

I turned away, my heart hammering against my ribs. Was he doing that on purpose? What did he want to do to me?

I spent the rest of the day in a daze until Dylan finally pulled into a service station late that night.

As soon as the engine cut out, he reached back and pulled me toward him, giving my rear a hard squeeze. "You've been waiting for this all day, haven't you, you little minx?"

At home, I would have played along with some dirty talk of my own, but with another man in the truck, the words died in my throat. I could only bury my face in his chest, letting my hands do the talking.

"What's wrong? You're loud enough at home. Don't go quiet on me now. Let me hear you."

Dylan slapped my thigh. He had a short fuse and would get angry if things didn't go his way, so I had no choice but to play along and let out a few soft moans.

Even though the cab was pitch black, I felt like a pair of eyes was watching me from the top bunk.

The sheer thrill of it made my skin crawl. Every movement made my heart race.

Dylan didn't share my discomfort. If anything, he seemed more fired up than usual, which made me suspect the only reason he'd brought me along was to show off in front of Raul.

When he was finished, Dylan drifted off into a satisfied, snoring sleep.

But I was still restless. I hadn't brought any of my toys along, so I had to resort to squeezing the blanket between my legs to dull the nagging ache inside me.

"Maia, are you still awake?"

Suddenly, Raul peered down from the top bunk, his eyes locked onto mine in the darkness.

I froze, terrified to move an inch. "I'm… just about to sleep. Are you still up too?"

"How am I supposed to sleep after listening to you the whole time?"

My face suddenly felt like it was on fire, and my heart raced.

What was he playing at? Was he hitting on me?

I didn't dare answer. I dove under the blanket and heard nothing but a faint chuckle from above.

That night, my sleep was fitful. I dreamed of Dylan and our earlier intimacy. But then, another man appeared, and the two of them had me trapped between them…