She narrowed her emerald eyes at him. “Oh, so the message I delivered, told you to throw me into a truck?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
Tucker fought a smile. She sure was sweet to look at and he wondered if she did taste as delicious as she looked—just so dang cute for a spy. She reminded him of some kind of sexy pixie or—he shook his head to focus on the conversation again. “As a matter of fact, it did,” he paused. “Well, it told me to get us both into the truck.”
Miss Bare Pixie truly looked baffled. “Then, I suppose the note you found here…?”
Tucker laughed outright and then answered, “Yeah, it told me to strip us both and throw our clothing out the back within three minutes or pay dire consequences.”
She took a step back her face turning extremely pale. “Why in the hell would someone…? You mean we’re stranded in a truck-trailer, going 75 miles down the interstate?”
Tucker slowly nodded his head. “Yep. I guess you could put it that way.” He couldn’t stop looking at this enigma of a woman, even though he knew he should be trying to figure a way out of this. He needed to strategize and search the trailer for anything he could use. Instead, he took another long leisurely look at the nude form that stood before him. She looked perfectly filled out for a woman of her petite size with rounded curves and full thighs. Not a skinny pixie at all. Her skin drew his eyes in with an almost magnetic tug. Satiny in appearance and it really could be described as peaches and cream. Yeah, I bet she’s full of sweet cream all right. He realized he’d been looking for at least an eyeful minute and raised his gaze up. “The order to strip was probably to ensure that we wore no trackers.”
Her eyes rounded. “Trackers?”
Shrugging, he swung his eyes away from that delicious bod of hers. He was chastising himself again, he’d better get himself together, instead of proving to the buyers that he was simply a walking dick with no real brain. His cock and its urges could get him killed in this instance. He kept letting all that sweet satiny looking skin cloud his mind, there was no telling what she might be capable of. He instantly smirked to himself. Then again, I sure would like to find out. He fought hard to ignore the wicked dick manipulated voice in his head. “I’m sure you realize there’s no need to keep acting the part of an innocent bystander?”
“Innocent?—Ooh!” She stomped her foot while trying to keep her boobs covered with her arms. “I just knew it couldn’t actually be a lucky break. I should’ve known it was too good to be true!” She walked somewhat haphazardly over the metal floor with an almost zigzagging like pacing. She kept one arm over her breasts while she attempted to use the other to cover her rounded bottom. “I knew better! Pink, red, green? What the hell was I thinking? Should’ve spotted that lying cartoon Cheshire creep for what he was! Oooh!” She halted and stomped her small foot as her sweet ass cheeks bounced.
Tucker puzzled over her rambling. Cheshire? Pink? He found he didn’t care what nonsense she might be muttering about. He just enjoyed watching her cute meandering with its intermittent peeks at her sweet pink looking bottom. Her furious pacing gracing him with all kinds of tasty glimpses. If they picked a female they thought would get to him, they sure knew his tastes well. The madder she got, the harder his dick became. Her expressions were so animated, her face so lovely with a slight sprinkling of light freckles. Looking lower, he could see a cute red bush and well—hell, she was buck ass naked too. “So, what’s next?”
Halting, she stared up at him. “Will you stop asking me that!”
“Seems to me, you’re the one who knows the most here.”
Her eyes flamed at him as she stepped close. “Listen, you suicidal jackass. I was paid to deliver a massage…End of story.”
Tucker stared into her big jade-like eyes and noted how they seemed to darken when she was angry. In fact, all her qualities became enhanced by severe emotions. I wonder if her eyes do that when she gets hot and wet? The heated look they reflected made his spine tingle in the oddest way. He’d never met a woman who could do that. “Really?”
She nodded rapidly as her silky red curls bounced and then she began that glorious skin-showing pacing again. “Yeah. That little lying rat bastard, hobbit looking freak with the horn rimmed glasses said, ‘Man in a limo at seven pm.’” Her voice mimicked with a tone sounding like Bugs Bunny. “So, I know the least in all of this.” She halted again and stared over at him. “Are you some kind of a gangster mob guy or criminal?”
Tucker almost bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Well, what do you think?”
Val glared at him, her eyes near to glowing with rage. “I’m glad you’re having so much fun while we’re trapped in a semi trailer, naked as the day we were—”
Tucker couldn’t take it anymore. He tugged her close, skin meeting skin…His dick won out. He decided in that moment, he was going to grab up that lush body to get a good feel of all that silky skin and curves. He so badly wanted try out those pink lips too. He’d been wondering what she tasted like since the moment he saw her at the truck stop. God Dammit, he just had to. He promptly wrapped his arms around her, placed his mouth over hers and gently pushed his tongue in.
~***~
Whoa, what just happened? Crazy, naked, hot guy was kissing her? Oh, wow! He tasted like—like heaven. Poof! Her rage instantly evaporated. Her fear left her, her anxiety left her. All she knew was hot man…hard bod…sweet lips. She moved in closer and his hard pecs caressed her nipples with an exquisite rush. She realized her sanity must have left her too, when she wholeheartedly kissed him back, like she would die without his taste in her mouth. Her heart pounded in her ears as his tongue delved and danced with hers. Her body started to heat up and she felt her knees go weak again.
Never—ever had she’d been kissed like this. The rush of adrenaline it caused in her body made her dizzy. His clean male scent permeated her nose—the taste of him filling her mouth like a starburst candy full of hot honey. A roar filled her ears. Inexplicably, she felt wet instantly and she nibbled at his lower lip while a blazing need ran through her body.
His hands slowly dropped from her arms, down to her naked ass—he grabbed her bare cheeks and squeezed.
Val gasped as his kiss deepened and she felt she might explode right then and there. Who would have thought her butt cheeks were an erogenous zone? She could feel his erection at her thighs and she knew he positively felt the same exact way.
He brought his strong hands up and grabbed her head, his kiss deepened while his skin felt hot to her flushing body. I’m gonna faint! To be kissed until you passed out from the pure ecstasy of it? Not possible! No way.
Unexpectedly, he broke the breathless out of this world kiss.
It felt like a life force had been cut off, like someone pulled the plug. Val gasped for air, she felt like the world was spinning around her and she opened her eyes to stare into his blazing blue gaze.
He stared at her lips as if he fought off the urge to kiss them again. “Who are you?” he whispered.
Val realized she might not even know her own name at this point, but she smiled at the thought of a man’s kiss being powerful enough to actually make her pass out, then causing her to have a sudden fit of blonde-amnesia. “…Val—Sin—sin…” she stuttered like a child.
He grinned at her. “Yeah, you really could be a sin all right.” His smile faded away as he took a step back and cleared his throat. “Um, let’s see if we can find some kind of clue about what’s happening here.” He actually just made a 180 degree turn as he avoided her gaze and her bare body.
Val tried to get herself under control. What’s happening? I was about to jump your body like a crazed nympho on crack that what’s happening! I intended to climb up and take on that lovely tool you carry that no sane woman could resist. Embarrassment flooded her. It’s one thing for him to up and kiss her senseless, but it’s a whole other thing for her to act senseless right now. She instantly covered her breasts as an afterthought and watched him move around the trailer-made
apartment room. Yeah, a WAY afterthought, you bimbo! You shoved your titts right up against him and now you’re acting like you care about your bare boobs being exposed?
“AH-ha!” he shouted from the front part of the trailer.
Val glanced up, his shout startling her from her crazy whirlwind thoughts. She rushed over. “What is it?”
Grinning hugely, he held up robes. “Covering!”
Instead of looking at the robes, Val stared at his brilliant smile. How can someone who’s obviously over the top insane smile like that? It’s so warm and the look in his eyes is so genuine, like he’s as innocent as she is. I’m doing it again! She chastised herself immediately. False hope. Bad judgment in men, friends and even about what freakin’ bus to take. Leaping before you really look. So many times, she’d leapt straight off so many cliffs, only to fall and fail. Shyly, she stepped closer and grabbed the pink one from his grasp.
He shook his head at her. “I’m only glad cause, you standing around naked is…”
Val put the robe on and glanced up. “Is…?”
He chuckled and put the blue robe on.
“So, you trust me now?” she asked.
He swung his gaze up as he tied the robe sash and didn’t answer for a full minute. “Maybe—but I’m starting to not trust myself.” He still seemed to avoid her gaze as he continued to look around the room.
Val watched him. He must be the best-looking male she’d seen in many days or like—fucking ever! He looked GQ, but he acted like a good ole boy. It didn’t make sense. Who is he? “Who are you?” It popped right out of her mouth.
He slowly swung his eyes back over at her. “You mean you don’t know?”
Perplexed, she shook her head. “You’re the man in the limo at—”
Shaking his head, he laughed. “Yeah, seven pm, right?”
She nodded.
Mr. GQ seemed to hesitate as he let out a sigh. “My name is—” he halted. “My name is Tucker.”
Val gave him a small smile. “Okay, Mister Tucker. What is this all about?”
“No, my first name is—”
The flatscreen TV came on with a loud beep and a man’s face appeared on the screen. “Mr. Midland…” the speaker rang out with a foreign sounding voice.
Tucker moved over to get a better look.
Val slid over too.
“I hope you weren’t inconvenienced much,” the man spoke from the TV.
“Oh no…not at all.” Tucker quipped in a hard sounding tone. “A semi truck just tried to make road kill out of me, then I was forced onto another semi where I had to throw away all my—”
“Mister Midland, please!” The man cut him off.
Tucker sighed with seeming frustration and shoved his hands into his robe pockets.
“Do you have the component with you?”
Tucker nodded.
“We knew about the FBI, Mr. Midland.”
Val watched as Tucker’s body went rigid.
“Yeah?”
“Yes, and we shall forgive that indiscretion.”
“Really, now?”
“Yes, all we want is the component.”
“Okay, so when do I get off this rolling joy ride?”
“Not for a couple of days.”
“What?”
“Yes, it will bring you to me and there will be no FBI or police escort, you see?”
“No, I don’t see!”
“You will have all the conveniences in the meantime. Food, bed and…entertainment as well.” The mystery man motioned his head at the redheaded woman next to him.
Tucker glanced over at Val.
Batting her eyes at the insult, she took a step forward. “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t know you!”
The man smiled. “Yes, my man chose well. Cute is she not, Mr. Midland?”
“You son of a—” She grabbed the sides of the flatscreen as if she intended to toss it across the room.
Tucker grabbed her hands. “That won’t help anything.”
The man snickered. “Just don’t make the mistake of trying to leave the truck or try to contact anyone and you can just…enjoy your joy ride.” The screen went black.
“Ooh!” she shouted. “How dare he—I want out of here now!”
Tucker held her hands still and stared at her flushed face.
She struggled to calm herself. “I feel like I’m caught in some kind of bad TV show or something. Components, FBI and trucks trying to run me over? This just can’t be real!”
“So, you really didn’t know anything?’
Val stared back at him. “No! All I wanted to do was pay my dammed rent!”
He didn’t seem to register what she said, he just kept staring at her. “How did they know—is what I’m wondering?”
“How did they know? Know what?”
~***~
Tucker didn’t answer her. How did they know how to find a girl who made his heart pound, how could they know that this woman had all the assets he secretly yearned for in a woman? He sure as hell never knew exactly what his type was himself even, because he’d yet to find her. This girl though—it became hard just to touch her without wanting to touch her everywhere. Her scent drove him crazy, he loved to just stare at her lips and he’d been rock hard from the very moment he met her. He released her wrists and took a huge step back.
“What?” she asked. “Don’t tell me, you think I’m actually a paid—a paid…?”
Tucker shook his head. “I don’t know what to believe.”
Val crossed her arms and her expression looked infuriated. “Well, I could care less, Mr. Midland! I was paid to deliver a message, not to be a geisha girl for some freaked out fantasy you might have!”
“Oh, so all of the sudden you know who I am?” He felt disappointed. Since the time they met, his girl really didn’t seem to be aware that he was one of the 5 richest men in the world. For some odd reason, he didn’t want her to know either.
Val dropped her arms. “Well duh. He called you that…like five times!”
Tucker relaxed a little. “But you still don’t really know who I am?”
Val shrugged. “What? You’re somebody famous or something? No—don’t tell me. You’re a secret agent and you’re working undercover and you’re after the bad guys who want this microchip that could kill thousands of people!”
Tucker laughed outright. “Yeah, that’s who I am.”
Val narrowed her eyes at him. “None of this is funny.”
“No, no it’s not. But for now, why don’t we sit down and try to figure this out?” Inexplicably, Tucker just wanted to know this Val girl. Yeah, his life was in danger and he’d lost his back up, but he felt like he didn’t care just now. He wondered where she came from and mostly, he wanted to see if she was for real.
Standing very still, she gave him a long, hard look and then reluctantly stepped over to sit down on the luxurious couch.
He again, looked around. Spotting the fridge, he walked over and opened it up. It seemed to be full of food and drink. “Wow. Well, would you like some wine?”
No answer came from the couch.
“I mean there’s red and white…” He turned his head and stared at the couch. Empty. He looked over, toward the far side of the trailer to see her at the metal door, she screamed as it swung out over the rushing asphalt with her hanging on for dear life.
FOUR
Val couldn’t stop screaming. Why did she think she could get out of this? Her grip on the door was loosening and the looming asphalt sped by beneath her. Her hair whipped in her face and her robe seemed to be caught somehow in the door. Oh, God, now I’m gonna die!
Steel like hands grabbed her arms and she peered up to see Tucker.
He tugged her higher, but her robe was keeping him from getting her back into the trailer. He groaned at the sight of her robe trapping her to the doorframe. While holding her with one hand, he ripped the robe from her with the other.
The hot air from the freeway
hit her skin while she felt dizzy as he tugged her body up and slammed the metal door shut. They both collapsed to the metal flooring while panting for breath.
“What—in the—hell did you think you were doing?”
Val couldn’t even answer as she gasped for air and fought with the adrenaline caused by her near death experience as it coursed through her.
He stood up and brought her with him.
“I—I…” She couldn’t seem talk coherently yet. “I—panicked?”
Tucker’s outraged expression seemed to change as he glanced down at her now bare body.
Val dropped her eyes down, following his stare. “Oh…” She gulped heavily. When she peered back up at him, he wore a huge grin. “Now, just wait a damn min—”
He burst out laughing.
Val certainly hadn’t expected this reaction and she pouted. “It’s not funny!”
He tilted his dark head back and kept on laughing.
“I mean it!” A hesitant smile broke out on her lips and she felt a sudden relief that the tacky pink robe was all she lost just now. “Dammit, I always lose everything!” She surprisingly, found herself joining his laughter.
Completely amused, Tucker struggled through his laughter as he tried to speak, “I mean, we had to throw—away our only—clothes…” He was swiping at tears of hilarity. “You fought like crazy just to—to keep a tiny bit of stupid lace! Now?” His laughter slowed as he focused on her face. “I have the only robe.” His laughter then totally faded away as their eyes locked. “It seems you were meant to be naked while you’re with me…”
Val swallowed heavily. His blue eyes got that intense look again. A look that made her wet and desperate before. The way he stared at her, like he might devour her. Oh, wow. Yeah…She envisioned a naughty image of him doing just that from her center on up. His warm hot tongue sweeping languid erotic strokes all over her skin. Starting at her mouth and traveling all the way down, ending at her—she bit at her lip and couldn’t seem to breathe now. Then, her head snapped up as if he might even catch her while she’d been thinking some really naughty things.
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