by Sophia Gray
“So why don’t you care about looking for them?” Anna narrowed her eyes at me.
I felt a hot rush of anger in my body. “Because I had more important things to do right now,” I said delicately. Like fuck your brains out, I wanted to say.
But Anna only glared at me. She finally turned away and faced the window, staring outside. It was a dark night, and I could see the clouds whirling overhead, providing small glimpses of the bone-white moon.
“Fine,” she said softly. “I’m leaving after this, though. That’s it. I’m not getting involved with anything dangerous. I told you, I’m not a smuggler, and I don’t intend to act like one.” She leaned back against the wall of the booth and gave me the same delicious pout.
I knew she was exhausted, it showed plain as day on her face. But she also seemed weary, which I knew was something that couldn’t be cured by sleep. Weariness was something that got into your bones like a drug, and stayed there until you could finally push it out. Weariness was the thing that kept you from sleeping, even if you were exhausted, and made you rub your shoulders and the back of your neck until you could finally relax. Anna looked like she hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in years. I wanted to fuck that right out of her. I wanted to fuck her so hard she could sleep for days and days. I wanted to give her the pounding of her life.
She yawned and I caught a glimpse of her moist, pink tongue. It stirred my cock and before I knew what I was doing, I leaned across the table and pressed my mouth against hers. She gasped but she didn’t pull away, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth and savagely caressed her tongue with mine. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and pulled me closer, softly sighing and moaning into my mouth. My cock stiffened to full hardness and I eagerly plunged my tongue inside of her mouth again and again, mimicking the action my cock would take inside of her pussy.
When I pulled away, she was very clearly panting hard.
“I’m gonna go outside to the truck,” I said with a smirk, sliding out of the booth. “Meet me there.”
Anna gazed at me with parted lips. Her breath was coming in damp little bursts. I leaned over and kissed her again, more gently this time. She tasted like strawberries and cream I pulled away and glanced at her, knowing instinctively she would follow me. Turning on my heel, I swaggered out of the restaurant.
Chapter 9
Anna
When Donovan pulled away, I felt my heart beating in my chest like a scared rabbit. I watched him walk out of the restaurant with a measured sway to his hips. Was I really going to do it? Was I really going to sleep with him?
The waitress came back to the table and snapped her eyes at me. “Y’all make a habit of ordering and then walking out on your food?” she asked loudly.
I shook my head and handed her a twenty-dollar bill. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I have to go meet my friend.”
The waitress glared at me and snapped her gum as I quickly scurried outside. Donovan was hauling himself into the cab of my truck. I felt like salivating as I watched his muscles ripple through the back of his shirt.
As quickly as my legs would carry me, I walked over and opened the driver’s side door.
“I’m back here,” Donovan said lazily. His voice was coming from the mattress I’d thrown on the back of the floor behind the seats.
I swallowed hard. I was experiencing my first adrenaline rush in years, and I didn’t know what to do. It had been so long since I’d slept with someone, and never like this. Never someone I’d just met, never someone I wasn’t in love with. And, furthermore, never someone like Donovan. Never a rough guy with tattoos and scars all over his body. I shivered, remembering the way I’d gotten instantly wet when he’d kissed me in the restaurant. I wanted to feel that again.
Part of me wanted to tell him off. Who the hell was this guy, anyway? He’d marched into my life and demanded to take me and my crotch hostage. When I saw him reclining on the mattress and grinning up at me, I quivered. I wanted to say, leave! I wanted to say, scram! But I didn’t.
Donovan reached up and grabbed me. My body tensed and then the anxiety gave way to the most delicious pleasure. As he pulled me down on the mattress, I felt my crotch pulse with arousal. My juices were flowing almost instantly as I pressed my body against his and kissed him deeply. He tangled his hands in my brown hair and pulled me down on the mattress, covering my small body with his huge one. He was heavy and bulky, but the weight felt good. He stroked his hands down my bare arms, scratching the flesh. When he broke our kiss, he dipped his head to my chest and bit at my nipples through the thin cotton of my shirt. It felt amazingly, insanely good and I shrieked loudly as pleasure flooded my body.
“You’re delicious,” Donovan murmured, yanking my shirt up and twisting it over my head in a matter of seconds.
My flesh pimpled with goosebumps but he rubbed his hands all over my skin. One of his hands was big enough to cover my entire chest, and I moaned as he pinched and rolled my stiff nipples. When he pressed up against me, I could feel his erection poking me in the lower belly. As I tried to wriggle away, he grabbed me and pulled me closer. With clumsy fingers, he undid the snap of my jeans and twisted his hand into my panties. I was so wet that his fingers slid against my skin with no friction, and I gasped as he roughly thumbed at my clit. I could feel a faint sheen of sweat breaking out on my forehead and I closed my eyes and moaned softly as he rubbed me to heights of arousal that I didn’t even know existed.
“Mmm,” I moaned loudly, closing my eyes and tilting my head back.
I was barely aware of Donovan tugging my jeans down my legs and yanking my panties off. Before I knew it, I was naked and splayed out on the mattress beneath him. I reached my hands around to his shirt and tugged it off his head. Shirtless, Donovan looked like a statue of a god. He was incredibly beautiful, with giant pecs and abs that stood out like they were carved from marble. I ran a hand down his bare chest in awe—this was exactly what I’d imagined when I’d first seen him emerging from the box in the back of my rig. Donovan raised his eyebrows at me and I realized I was blushing. Without saying anything, he tugged his pants off. I gaped in amazement as I watched his cock spring free from his pants. It was gorgeous, and the hugest erection I’d ever seen. Thinking about him fucking me with it was almost painful, and as he crawled between my legs, I whimpered.
He slapped my legs apart with a careless motion of his hand. I spread them and closed my eyes as he crawled between my legs and lowered his head to kiss my belly. I was all too conscious of having not showered for a couple of days, but when I tried to push his head away, he growled and started to kiss and lick my belly. I moaned with desire and dug my hands into his blond hair, pulling him up and on top of me. His cock was poking my soaked pussy and I squirmed, desperate for him to be inside of me immediately. As Donovan slammed his hips against mine, his cock tore inside of me. I gasped—it almost hurt—but soon, the pain faded into a warm pleasure that spread throughout my limbs.
I’d never slept with anyone as powerful or as strong as Donovan. His thrusting started fast and got faster. Every time his hips slammed against me, a strong current of pleasure rocked through my body. I knew his pubic bone was ramming against my clit and it was the most intense, stinging pleasure I’d ever experienced. Before I knew it, I wrapped my legs around Donovan and held him firm. He arched his back, slamming his head onto the ceiling of my rig. He cursed, but he didn’t stop thrusting, and, soon, he had reached down and picked me up off the mattress, holding me in the air like I was a doll. I groaned as his cock spasmed inside of me.
Closing my eyes, pleasure exploded behind my eyelids in fireworks of colors. It was the most intense, hottest sensation I’d ever felt, and all I wanted was it to keep going. I knew I’d die without it, that I’d die without being fucked by Donovan.
I screamed his name as I came and dug my fingernails into his back. Donovan growled and tightened his grip on my body. He slammed against me hard and then gasped, howling and arching his
back. As his hips deeply pressed against mine, I felt his cock twitch and gush with cum inside of me. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable and sent a new wave of lust through my body.
Afterwards, he held me tightly. He set me down on the mattress and gently, we pulled away from each other. His head was bleeding and I switched on the overhead light to look at it.
“You’re gonna need stitches,” I said softly. “Hold on, I’ll get my bag.”
Donovan frowned. “You’re a doctor, too?” He asked in a gruff voice. He was still panting.
I laughed. “No,” I said. “At least not yet. I’m rigging to pay for medical school. I only have two semesters left.”
Donovan looked at me and laughed. “This is too much,” he said, holding his forehead.
“Hold still,” I ordered as I sanitized my hands and threaded a needle. “This is going to hurt, just a bit.”
Chapter 10
Donovan
“Ouch,” I complained as Anna tugged the thread through the cut on my scalp. “That fuckin’ hurts!”
She shushed me impatiently, tugging at the stitches with her deft little hands. “I’m almost done. Now sit still and be quiet. I can’t have you making any movement.”
I sighed and leaned back on the bench seat. We were still in the parking lot of the truck stop restaurant, and Anna had been patiently stitching at my head for the better part of an hour. I sighed and looked out the window. She immediately slapped me on the arm and turned me back around to face her. The overhead lighting was killing my head, and I just wanted to go to sleep. Now that she’d drained me of my cum, I knew I was free to pass out.
Anna. Just thinking about her name drove me crazy! She was a wildcat, a little hellcat, even! At least in the bedroom she had been. Now, she was giving me her usual pensive silence. I wondered if I’d ever see the wild side of her again. Probably not—she was too busy focusing on her work. My head ached, and I put a hand up to shield my eyes from the light.
All in all, it had been a pretty crazy day. I’d met, seduced, and fucked this little rig driver only to find out that she was putting herself through med school. It was impressive, and not like the kinds of girls I was used to hanging out with. Women loved me, they loved my money, and they loved that I was an outlaw. But Anna didn’t seem to care about any of that. When we looked in each other’s eyes, we were captivated.
It didn’t sit right with me. I didn’t like being so attached to a woman, and definitely not one as sharp as Anna. I couldn’t even believe I was feeling attached to her in the first place—we hadn’t even known each other for twenty-four hours. There were so many things about her I didn’t know. I hadn’t even seen her eat! Chuckling to myself, I flicked my eyes to Anna and watched her face as she continued sewing me up. Her little pink tongue was sticking out of her lips and her eyes were screwed tightly in a look of intense concentration. I thought I could read the thoughts flitting in her mind, and I laughed heartily.
Anna smacked me on the shoulder. It didn’t really hurt, but I made a show of whimpering and pushing her hand away.
“I thought I told you to stay put,” she growled. I looked up in surprise. That tone was the closest thing I’d heard to anger coming from her. Even when we first met and she was swinging a crowbar at me, I knew it was because she was frightened. She was about as dangerous as a kitten, and much cuter. I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about where she was concerned.
“Am I going to have a scar, doctor?” I asked, gazing up at her. “Can you give me some good news?”
“Stop fidgeting,” Anna hissed. She straightened my pose and busied herself readying another thread for more stitches. “I’m almost done, but you have to quit moving. You think your head hurts, wait until I accidentally jab the needle in your eye!”
I shivered. “All right, fine,” I relented.
Anna smirked at me. She looked adorable—exhausted, but very, very adorable. I wanted to tangle my hands in her hair and give her a deep kiss. The thought made my cock twitch inside of my pants.
Fucking Anna had been one of the best decisions of my life. Even though she just looked like the little girl next door, she was hot, hot, hot! I couldn’t believe how eagerly she’d taken my cock, how she’d begged for it, how she’d screeched and screamed in the throes of her orgasm. It was incredible, like no other woman I’d ever been with. Other girls focused too much on looking sexy, on making faces like porn stars and leaning down at stupid angles so I could see their pussy and their face at the same time. But not Anna. She seemed to know exactly what made her feel good, and she’d reveled in it. I remembered the soft touch of her lips all over my body, the feel of her soft skin rubbing against mine. God, it was enough to get me hard again! She’d had the tightest, most perfect little body imaginable. I couldn’t believe she’d been hiding it under those baggy jeans and a tank top. She was one hot number, and I couldn’t believe I’d made her mine.
“What are you thinking about?” Anna asked quietly.
I felt her tug a thread through my skin and I winced. I’d been through some rough injuries in my day, but nothing quite this excruciating. It was a combination of the slow tension and the constant tugging of the thread. It was pretty ridiculous: me, Donovan, member of The Saints, about to cry over getting a few stitches. I should have been boasting and bragging; hell, I shouldn’t have even told her I needed stitches in the first place!
“Nothing,” I lied. “Are you almost done?”
“Almost,” Anna said in the same soft voice. I could see her concentrating on my head harder than ever. “Sorry, I know it hurts.”
“It’s fine,” I lied again. “So, what’s the story behind medical school?”
Anna let out a long sigh. “It’s just something I’ve always wanted to do,” she said. “Haven’t you ever had something like that?” She looked at me with a weird expression on her face. “I mean, I guess being in a motorcycle club is kind of like wanting to do something.” She smirked again—that same blend of shy and knowing.
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get sassy,” I told her. “And I get that, but why now? You’ve really been working hard for it.”
Anna sighed again. “You don’t get it,” she said. “I want to help people. That’s all I want to do. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. And I was broke and homeless for a long time. I traveled around the country working odd jobs and hitching rides. It was cute until I got to my mid-twenties, and then, suddenly, I felt like a failure.”
I whistled. “That’s some story, kid,” I said, looking around the inside of the cab. It wasn’t new, but it was extremely clean and well taken care of. I knew rigs didn’t come cheap. “How’d you come across this beast you’re driving? I can’t imagine waitressing would have done that for you.”
Anna shook her head. “I had a…family friend who helped out,” she said, blushing slightly. “He was a friend of my parents. I showed up on his doorstep, alone, without a friend in the world, and he took me in and helped me. He helped me study and pass the exams for med school, and then he let me borrow his rig to use for trucking. That’s how I’ve made money. I rig for a semester or two, then take a semester at school. I only have two semesters left before I graduate, so I’ve really come a pretty long way.”
I whistled again. “That is impressive. So this family friend…what kind of guy was he?”
Anna blushed again and didn’t answer. I imagined some grizzled old man, staring down the front of her shirt while she was studying. “He’s really sweet,” she said, as if reading my mind. “He never would have done anything gross. He really cared about me, wanted me to succeed.”
“Is he still around?”
Anna sighed. “He’s in a nursing home. He left me his truck when he started losing mobility. I feel bad, but there isn’t much I can do except go visit him when I’m home. I try to do decent things like that sometimes.” She looked away and I saw that her whole face was covered in a red blush. She hastily wiped a tear away from her eyes and tried
to smile.
I didn’t have the grace to look away; even when Anna was upset, she was still fuckable. “So what if I pay for your schooling?” I asked, leaning back against the bench seat. “Wouldn’t that help you out? You could finish much more quickly, and then you could spend some time with the old man.”
She shook her head immediately. “No,” she said, before I even had time to push the issue. “No, I can’t do that, Donovan. It doesn’t work like that.”
I frowned. Women loved my money. One of the perks of being an outlaw was that I basically had a disposable income. If something ever happened, I could always rest assured that I’d be rolling in dough again by the end of the day. And I loved being generous almost as much as women liked taking what I offered.
