Long Hard Truckers

by Madison Faye

  Sierra’s voice is fragile, like it’s on the verge of breaking. And part of me just feels the tugging need to hold her, and wrap my arms around her, and tell her it’s all going to be alright. But then, I’m not so sure it is. And I’m not so sure I can hold her right now.

  “Why didn’t you tell us?” My voice feels like it’s coming from somewhere else — my chest tight and my head spinning.

  “I didn’t want to freak you out!” She wipes her eyes with the back of her arm — her look fierce but so fragile. “I mean what was I going to say? Oh, hi, my dad is this big scary government agent, can I have a ride in your truck?”

  “Your dad is a big scary government agent!” Walker growls.

  Her face falls, and suddenly he’s moved right into her, scooping her into his arms and hugging her tight.

  “Hey, hey,” he whispers fiercely, holding her and rocking her as she buries her face in his chest. “It’s okay, princess.”

  I move behind her, hugging her too, and she turns to throw her arms around me as well.

  “I’m so fucking sorr—”

  “You don’t have anything to apologize for, beautiful,” I say quietly. “It’s not something that ever really came up. But why is he looking for you? Tracking your phone seems…”

  “A little intense?” she says, sniffling.

  I nod. “A little.”

  “We’ve never been that close — never really seen eye-to-eye. After my mom died, we were pretty much strangers living together. He’s not big on what I want to go to school for.”

  “Which is?”

  She barks out a laugh. “I have no idea. I mean who knows what they want to do with the rest of their life when they’re eighteen? Did you?”

  I chuckle. “Hell no. I think I wanted to be a pilot.”

  “He gets sick on planes,” Walker snickers.

  I flip him off. “Yeah well this asshole wanted to be a rodeo rider like our friend Colton and his brother.”

  “Yeah, but I like my balls too much.”

  She giggles, wiping away the last of her tears.

  “Well, my dad wants me to go to law school like he did — join the CIA or run for an office or something. But, that’s not me. I keep telling him, and he just doesn’t listen.”

  “So you went to Mississippi instead of some place with a pre-law program as a fuck you to the old man?”

  She nods. “I found the biggest party school I could find and went there instead. Only, it turns out being in a sorority and in a school like that sucks. Anyways, he set me up with this interview the other day, because he’s still trying to get me to transfer to some place ‘respectable’. But I skipped it to come with my shitty friends and my dipshit ex-boyfriend on spring break. With me skipping the interview, and now with my cell being off…well, I guess he’s using spy satellites on me now.”

  I smile. “Look, I know shitty dads. Yours sounds tough, but he’s probably just assuming the worst.”

  “He always assumes the worst with me, even though I’ve never done anything wrong except not go to the school he wanted me to go to.”

  Walker grins, pulling her into him and kissing her head. But I can see her hesitating. I can see the wheels turning behind her head, and I know it’s time to tell her. Hell, she’s come clean with us. Now it’s time for us to trust her.

  “What Silas said before, about what you were hauling?”

  I look at Walker, but we both know we’re going to tell her. Of course we are. There's nothing held back with this girl.

  “It’s not legal, is it?”

  “No, it’s not,” I say quietly. “There’s a man up in Sugar County, who we occasionally pull jobs for. The pay is good — look, it's not what you think. We’re never moving hard drugs, never people, nothing like that shit. But right now, we’re hauling about a million in pot and another one and a half mil in guns in that truck.”

  Sierra’s eyes go wide, her jaw dropping a little.

  “And my father is tracking me, on your truck.”

  “Yeah,” Walker growls, frowning. “Not exactly ideal.”

  “You should just ditch it.”

  I chuckle. “Yeah, just as soon as we come up with two and a half million for Law Banner.” I shake my head. “No, darlin’, we gotta push through and get up to Sugar County to just get this shit off to him.”

  “And…and there’s that Lenny guy after you too?”

  She swallows, her eyes getting even bigger. She looks pale — scared, in a way that I think she’s just done a better job of hiding with that fierce sass before. But this is all just starting to stack up on her, I know it. Fuck, she’s in so much more than she’s used to. Walker and me? Well, we’ve seen shit. We know what we do is dangerous. But her? No way.

  This isn’t her world.

  I pull her into me, holding her tight and kissing the top of her pretty head softly. I don’t want this life for her. I know that more than anything, I want her in my life — we both want her in our lives, somehow, even if I’m not sure if that would or could work.

  Or if she’d even want it to.

  But if she stayed? If Sierra stayed with us, and was with us like that, I wouldn’t want this facet of our lives anywhere near her. If we could have her — and I mean really truly have her, as ours, forever — then the rest of this shit would disappear. No more running illegal shit for Law. No more always being on the road.

  For her, I know we’d trade anything. For her, we’d gladly settle down.

  “Do you trust me?” I whisper into her hair. Walker comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her too.

  “Do you trust us?”

  She nods. I lift her chin up, and slowly, my lips press to hers. I kiss her slowly. Letting her feel every single drop of the feeling I’ve got in my heart for her. I don’t know if I can say it yet. I don’t even know how we’d say it, seeing as I’m pretty damn sure my best friend feels the exact same way about her as I do. If this was just a fun fling, then it wouldn’t matter. But it’s more than that.

  Much, much more than that.

  Sharing her in our bed is one thing, but sharing her in our hearts? Well, that’s another matter. That’s something a lot bigger than either of us have dealt with.

  I pull away, and Walker turns her, kissing her too, and letting her melt into him.

  “We’re gonna be okay, princess,” I say quietly as she pulls away from Walker and turns to me, smiling again. I catch my friend’s eyes over her head though, and I see the same hard look in his eyes that I’m trying to hide in mine.

  We’re going to be okay.

  …At least, I fucking hope we are.

  Chapter 10

  Sierra

  We get back on the road and drive until late. It’s quiet in the truck, but the tension is gone, even if I’m pretty sure the reason they’re pushing on for another hour or two is to get us that much closer to Sugar County.

  …That much closer to them getting rid of the drugs and guns on the truck.

  Finally, Walker pulls us off the road into the parking lot of an old abandoned diner.

  “I know it’s not pretty, darlin’, but—”

  “It’s perfect,” I whisper, turning and kissing Walker gently even before he can turn the truck off. He kisses me back, and I feel the big engine shudder off as he clicks the key, dropping the cab into silence.

  Tucker chuckles. “We’ll get the fancy hotel room later, but this is at least—”

  “I don’t need fancy hotel rooms.”

  I turn, biting my lip as I look up into Tucker’s eyes. “I really don’t. I just need you two. Motels, truck cabs, sleeping bags? I mean it. If you two are there, I’m happy.”

  Tucker pulls me into him, kissing me softly as my pulse hammers in my ears.

  “I—”

  I pull away, biting my lip.

  …How the heck do I put it into words? How the hell do I tell two men — two best friends at that — that I’m crazy about both of them?

  “I know
you’re friends, and I never want to—”

  “You never will, princess,” Walker growls, moving behind me. “We told you that when you first fell into our lives. Tuck and me, we share it all. There’s no jealousy here, Sierra. Not when it comes to you. Hell, the only thing that could ever really come between us is if only one of us got you. And even then?” He shakes his head. “If you picked Tucker over me, I’d at least know you were with someone you deserved. Someone who could take care of you.”

  “And if you picked Walker over me?” Tucker sighs. “Well, I’d have to seriously reevaluate my life if you picked that goofy-looking motherfucker over—”

  I snort a laugh as Walker reaches past me to try and slap Tucker in the ear as the both of them crack up.

  “No, but in all seriousness, angel.” Tucker nods. “If you picked either of us over the other, we’d get it.”

  I chew on my bottom lip, my heart racing. “And if I didn’t?”

  “Didn’t what?”

  “Pick one of you over the other?”

  Neither of them says anything, and I take a deep breath. “If I picked you both?”

  “Well now that might just be the best decision you ever made,” Walker purrs into my ear, making me shiver as the heat teases through me.

  “I think you might be right,” I whisper fiercely as I fall into Tucker, kissing him deeply as Walker’s lips trail down my neck.

  It’s perfect. Sitting there in the darkness of that big truck cab, with the stars and moon twinkling down through the windshield, with two big, gorgeous, protective, rough, perfect men kissing me, and touching me, and holding me like they’ll never let me go?

  Well, if that isn’t perfection, I’m not sure what is.

  There’s a feeling with them — the feeling that I never want to leave this. That I could stay here forever. That the touch of their bodies on mine is something I want always.

  Both of them, equally,

  It's confusing, and insane. Dirty — maybe even slutty to some, but I know I don’t care. People could label this whatever they want, because I know what I feel.

  I know what I feel for these two amazing men.

  Tucker growls into my mouth as he kisses me harder, his tongue seeking entrance. I whimper, parting my eager lips for him as he claims my mouth, kissing him right back as I start to melt between them. I pull away, flush faced, and turn to kiss Walker too. It’s different kissing each of them, but both equally hot. Both equally toe-curling.

  Both equally capturing my heart.

  “Now what was that for?” Walker says quietly.

  “A thank you.”

  “For?”

  “For kidnapping me.”

  He chuckles. “I’d kidnap you any day, princess.”

  I smile, biting my lip. “What comes next? After this shipment I mean.”

  He shakes his head. “Haven’t thought about it I guess.”

  “Will you keep hauling?”

  “Maybe?” Walker frowns. “But maybe not. I think both Tucker and I have thought about settling down. It just hasn’t happened yet.”

  “We drive because we wanted to keep moving,” Tucker sighs. “But both of us could stay still for a while, make a home back home in Sugar County.”

  I nod, biting my lip.

  “You could stay too,” Walker says quietly.

  My heart hammers.

  My face flushes.

  And I grin, even if know how dorky and eager it makes me look.

  “With you both?”

  “Yeah,” Tucker growls. “With both of us.”

  “And now what would people say with two grown men living with a young college girl?”

  “Let ‘em talk,” Walker mutters. “Let ‘em think it’s as dirty and salacious as they want.”

  “I mean,” Tucker growls. “They’ll be right, whatever they’re thinking.”

  The two of them move into me, both sets of hands moving to touch me — Walker’s up one side and Tucker’s on the other. I kiss one and then the other, moving back and forth between them until I’m panting for air. Until my whole body is on fire. Until the entire truck cab is steaming up with the heat of the three of us coming together.

  Their hands start to move over me with more insistence — tugging at my clothes as they growl into me. I gasp as Walker shoves my tank top up, yanking it up over my arms. It’s still tangled around my head, blinding me and binding my arms so that there’s this electric sizzle when his mouth finds my breasts. He groans, sucking on my nipples and making me squirm before I can tug the tank top free.

  Tucker’s mouth crashes into mine, taking my breath away with the intensity of it. His tongue swirls with mine hungrily as his friend’s mouth darts between my breasts teasing my nipples into aching points.

  Tucker’s strong hands tug at the button to my shorts and start to peel them off of me. I’ve ditched my underwear days before, and when he pulls the shorts off and spreads my legs, there’s nothing to stop his hand from sliding between my thighs and finding my slick, dripping wet pussy.

  “Fuck I love how wet this little pussy gets for us,” he groans, running a finger up and down my seam and letting it bump over my clit.

  I gasp as both of them suddenly grab me, turning me and pushing me back. They lift me, settling me down onto the dashboard of the truck facing the both of them — bare, naked, and legs spread wide.

  “I want to watch you, baby girl,” Walker growls, reaching for the huge bulge in his pants. He cups the massive erection, stroking himself as his eyes hungrily drink me in.

  “I want you to spread those pretty thighs, bring those fingers down between them, and make that little kitten purr for us.”

  “Let me see how fucking wet you are, princess,” Tucker groans. He yanks his shirt off, revealing his gorgeous, muscled body — his abs rippling and his arms bulging as he loses the shirt. He drops his hand down to his jeans, tugging his zipper down and reaching inside. And when he pulls out his beautiful, thick, throbbing cock, I actually moan hungrily.

  He grins.

  “Dirty girl,” he growls. “You like seeing my big cock? You like seeing how fucking hard your naughty little pussy gets me?”

  I gasp, my hands sliding down over my body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples before sliding further down. I whimper as my fingers find the wet heat of my pussy, sliding down between my lips and teasing against my opening as I moan quietly for them.

  “Spread your lips for us,” Walker groans. His zipper is already down, his shirt gone. He slides a hand inside and pulls his big dick free. I moan as I watch him stroke himself, the fat head bulging and so swollen as creamy white precum leaks from his head.

  My eyes move back and forth between them — two rough, gorgeous, chiseled guys stroking their huge cocks right in front of me.

  …For me.

  I do as they say, using my fingers to spread my pouty lips and letting them see all of me. I know they can see how dripping wet I am — God I’m so wet I know I must be leaving a puddle on the fucking dashboard.

  I bring my other hand down and use two fingers to roll my clit. I moan, my body arching and tingling at the touch. And it’s even hotter with them watching me — with them inches away from me watching me touch myself as they stroke their big, hard cocks for me.

  I throw my head back as my fingers roll over my clit again, so when I feel the tongue dance over my slit, I cry out in surprise and in pleasure. I whimper, looking down to see both of them between my legs. Walker’s tongue drags over me, teasing higher and pushing my fingers aside as his tongue moves over my clit. He backs away, and then it’s Tucker taking his place, swirling his tongue over my clit before dancing it down to tease at my opening.

  They both move in, big strong hands pushing my legs so wide and up — one knee over Tucker’s shoulder, the other over Walker’s. My pulse races as I feel two tongue teasing up my thighs — two sets of lips kissing over my skin moving closer and closer to my pussy.

  Both tongues drag o
ver my lips, and I cry out in pleasure. Tucker moves higher, his tongue dancing over my clit, while Walker moves lower. His tongue swirls over my asshole, and I moan wildly, panting for more and losing myself in the heat of it all.

  The two big men growl into me, hungrily tasting every inch of me — switching off so that it’s Tucker with his tongue dragging circles around my ass and Walker sucking my clit between his lips. My head swims in the filthy pleasure of it all, just letting go as my two men make me see stars as they push me right towards the edge.

  But they pull back, and suddenly, I gasp as they just sort of attack me — like they’ve lost control. They groan as they both grab me at the same time, pulling me off the dash and into the seat between them. I’m on my knees, kissing Walker as I feel Tucker move behind me. His mouth traces down my spine, making me gasp in his friend’s mouth. They both move against me, kissing my neck and my shoulders and my collarbone — two thick cocks grinding into me from either side.

  To big men, all for me. Two gorgeous, amazing men ready to make me all theirs.

  Tucker’s mouth starts to kiss its way down my spine again, and I moan as he starts to push me towards Walker, bending me at the waist. His mouth moves lower as I bend over and arch my back, and when his lips move over my ass and down between my legs, I whimper in anticipation. His wicked tongue finds my tight, puckered asshole, and slowly, he starts to tease around it. I cry out, panting into Walker as Tucker pushes his tongue against my most private place — like he wants to fuck my ass with the tip of it.

  “Do you trust me, baby girl?” he groans into me, kissing his way back up until his lips are by my ear. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” I gasp, moaning as I feel Walker’s hands move between my legs and start to tease over my pussy. Tucker’s hand slides down over my ass, and when I feel one of this thick, strong fingers press against my tight little ring, I whimper.

  “Good,” he groans. “because I want this,” he growls easing his fingertip against my hole. “I want this tight little asshole sliding down my cock — taking all of me like a dirty little girl.”

  I whimper as he teases me, his finger slowly easing into me.