Truck Stop

Temporary update- part 2

I shrugged with an indifference I was far from feeling and sniffed hard before resolutely pushing past him. I reached down to grab a towel off the ground and without looking back handed it on to him. And then I took the other and scrubbed the tears off my face with it.

Unable to think of anything to say, I simply carried on walking, through the overgrown grass and made my way back to the trailer. I went straight to the bathroom for a quick shower. Glad to have the opportunity to shed a few more noiseless tears. I hadn't thought my disappointment at not having him return my interest would be this great. But it was worse. Knowing someone else out there owned him brought out claws I didn't know I had. The yearning to do exactly what he had accused me off earlier, to kidnap his delicious body and keep him all for myself was overwhelming. Tears of frustration flooded my eyes anew. The man was the devil himself, a temptation I couldn't reckoned with. The sooner I got him off to Gold Coast the better. Even if that meant driving on through the night.

Gritting my teeth with renewed vigour, I turned off the shower and wrapped myself up in a clean towel, only to step back out coming face to face with the devil himself. My eyes settled on his chiselled chest but knowing this would be the last I would see him so undressed, I allowed my heated gaze to drop lower still. Riding low on his muscled tight hips, was the towel I gave him earlier. I wrenched my eyes away then and made to push past him. But his hands reached out for my shoulders, stopping me, before sliding abruptly lower to slide beneath the knot of my towel. With a ruthless tug, it was undone. Pooling so carelessly around my feet. Leaving me as naked to his gaze as he had been in the lake to mine. Only unlike me, he didn't avert his eyes from drinking me in. Instead, he trailed it low, then lower still. Following closely the instant flush to my skin charred red from the heat of his gaze.

I cried out, shifting uselessly where I stood. Torn between the need to throw myself into his arms and the knowing that I couldn't. He seemed to be struggling with himself too. Reaching out a peremptory finger to trace his gaze across my skin downwards. I shivered. My skin releasing goosebumps in the wet sliding wake of his possessive finger on me. My nipples tightened into red buds, fiery in its need to be bathed cool by his laving tongue. Only his lips remained pressed closed and held stiffly in a tight line and he gritted his teeth to do nothing more than see and then touch.

"I am sorry," he murmured out unsteadily, releasing a pent up breath of frustrations of his own.

I frowned. Then stepped back and bent down to pick my towel back up. Holding it tightly to my chest, I said simply.

"Excuse me." My voice soft and hesitant.

His nod was short as he moved a pace back to give me room. I skirted him as best I could, trying not to allow any part of me to press up against any part of him. Though what did it matter. We have already been in each other's arms. We had kissed. We had seen each other naked. As far as intimacies went, we had done all but one.

I wrapped my towel around me securely then moved to climb up the ladder to the loft. My change of clothes were there. I heard the shower turn on before I even reached to top. Secure in the knowledge that he was in it occupied, I let the towel drop aside and fell across the cool sheets of my bed, to gaze out through the sky-light at the dimming skies outside. I laid there listening to his movement in my shower below. That same possessive feelings stirred anew. I had a hot sexy man in my shower below. It sort of gave me a keen feeling of owning him. Even though I didn't. Someone else did. I sighed heavily and focused on the obscure someone, picturing her to have hair as blond as his and eyes as blue. For that was the only way another would be worthy of him. To be as beautiful.

I turned aside then, knowing I needed to get dressed. Pulling on a clean singlet top, I stepped back into my pair of shorts. Not bothering with an underwear. It was too hot to wear much and with my skin already heated beyond normal by unfulfilled passions, what I already had on was a lot in itself. I slipped my feet into a pair of tongs and reluctantly headed back down. The shower has fallen silent long since and I returned below to find Henry already half dressed. He was shrugging into a short sleeved white checkered shirt and paused to fasten his belt over the slacks he had drawn up over his lean hips.

I looked away and gulped hard.

Then I got busy, drawing back in, chairs and tables. Hauling back and securing the barbie and then, sealing everything shut. I grabbed a couple of bags of cookies, making sure to include a tray of tim tams along the mix before heading out the back of the rig. Henry followed silently along. I stepped out into the now rapidly cooling evening and turned to lock-up. Not meeting his gaze as I did. But then I did turn to look at him, when I was done. He was gazing out at the lake.

I refused to follow his gaze, instinctively knowing where I would find it settled. I knew that place was forever ruined for me. In fact, this whole place was now a sour spot for me. I doubted I would ever be back.

Certainly not alone.

And definitely not with another guy.

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