Back Road Chances (Roughneck #2)

by Nicole Hart

  “Come over in the mornin’, I’ll make ya breakfast,” she said, as I saw the tension fall away from her shoulders.

  “You’re gonna cook for me?” I laughed. Sam always wanted me to cook for her, this didn’t happen very often. But I would gladly take whatever Sam was willing to give me. Fuck, I was so whipped.

  “I guess so,” she said with a wink. “Don’t get used to it though.”

  Then she stood up and started to walk to the door but stopped mid-stride.

  “Shit. I forgot my car is at Lainey’s. Will you run me over there?” She asked.

  I could say no. Then she would have no other choice but to stay with me. But knowing Sam, she would just take off in my truck. My baby; my 1985 Chevy Silverado. I loved that fucking truck. And Sam had said on more than one occasion that she wanted to see what those big ass tires could run over. I didn’t let anyone drive that truck. Not even Sam.

  “Yes ma’am,” I replied, and grabbed my keys off the bar.

  “Thanks,” she said, and planted her lips on mine as she intertwined her fingers in my hair. When she pulled away I had to adjust myself; that girl was going to fucking kill me. She looked me over and gave me a smile. She knew exactly what she was doing. I smacked her on the ass and we walked to the front door.

  When we pulled down Jase and Lainey’s driveway I couldn’t help but stare at her out of the corner of my eye. I have fucking loved this girl for years and never even had the balls to tell her. Maybe begging her wasn’t making me a puss; maybe being too scared to put it all out there was what made me a puss. I’ve dropped hints over the past few months, but never been that forward about them. I’ve always been too scared of losing what we have. I mean damn, it took 6 years to get this far. She fucking flew out of the house when I asked her to date me. How would she react if I just told her everything? But I knew for sure that it couldn’t go on like this forever. I had to nut up one of these days.

  I pulled up next to her car and put my truck in park. Sam started to unbuckle her seatbelt.

  “I know you’re not getting out of this truck without giving me a kiss,” I said, as I turned towards her.

  “You wanna kiss, huh?” She said with a smile, as she scooted to the middle.

  “Fuck yeah,” I said, and I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer.

  I cupped her cheek with my hand and put my forehead against hers. I could feel her hot breath against my lips. I pulled away just a little and watched as she slowly ran her tongue along her bottom lip. Mother Fucker. She was definitely going to kill me. I wrapped both of my hands around the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to me. I grabbed her bottom lip and grazed it with my teeth. Her hands immediately went to my hair and a groan escaped from my throat. I started to kiss her gently. But Sam and I didn’t do anything gently. It didn’t take long before our kisses became more intense. But I wanted more. Fuck, I wanted this. But I wanted more. She had to understand this wasn’t just sex for me. Damn it! I had to show her. I had to. So I grabbed each side of her face with both of my hands and put distance between us. Both of us were breathing heavily and Sam looked at me like I had two heads. Which technically I did, and one of them was about to bust out of my jeans. That head was pissed.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night with me?” I asked Sam, when I could form a sentence.

  Sam stared at me. She had something to say. I could tell. I knew her pretty well, even though she would tell me I was full of shit. So I waited for her to speak. I waited for her to tell me yes. I waited for her to finally give in, to finally accept what her heart was telling her. But I would keep waiting.

  “I’ll see you in the morning, ok?” Sam said in a low voice. In that moment, I almost punched the steering wheel. Son of a bitch! Instead I let out a loud exhale. I wasn’t going to fight her on this. Not tonight. But it was coming. She could bet her ass it was coming.

  “Ok,” I said. It’s all I could say.

  “See ya later, Moon,” she said, as she gave me a quick peck and opened the door. I just watched her. I couldn’t move. But then I remembered the rose. The white rose I left on her steering wheel before the wedding. I guess it had fallen on the ground while everything was being set up. I almost gave it to her before the ceremony but decided to just leave it in her car. Because I was a chicken shit. I put my truck in drive and hit the gas as soon as she opened her door. I couldn’t watch her reaction, especially if it wasn’t the one I was hoping for.

  I walked into my house and put my keys on the bar. Then I headed into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator. I tossed the lid on the counter and went to my couch, pulled out my phone and dialed.

  “Hello.” He always answered immediately.

  “Hey, dad,” I said.

  “Hey, son. I’ve been waiting to for you to call. Your momma has been driving me crazy. Give me a minute, honey, I’ll ask him,” he said with a chuckle.

  “Your momma wants to know how the wedding went.”

  “It was good,” I said. And it was. I was happy for Jase and Lainey. But it was going to be weird, Jase not being in the guest house anymore. I kind of liked the company. I had a whole lot of space here and when I was alone it was almost too big.

  “Hang on, son.” My dad said from a distance.

  “Robbie?” My mom grabbed the phone.

  “Hey momma,” I said with a laugh.

  “How are you honey? Are you eating enough?”

  “I’m good. And yes ma’am, I’m eating just fine. Stop worrying about me,” I said with a laugh.

  “Oh honey, you’re wasting your breath. It’s a momma’s job to worry,” she told me firmly.

  “I know, but I kinda need to talk to dad for a minute.” My mom would keep me on the phone for an hour asking questions if I didn’t cut her off. You wouldn’t think I called every other day to check in. But they were good parents. They loved me. Through everything, they loved me. When I was a rowdy teenager who got caught making moonshine in the barn, they loved me. My dad wanted to beat my ass, but they loved me. When I decided not to go to college and work on the rig instead, they loved me. Momma cried, but they loved me.

  “Ok honey, I love you,” she said.

  “Love you, too.”

  “Alright,” my dad said, as he got back on the phone.

  “So how’s Jen and the kids?” I asked. Jen was my sister. She had two little girls that my parents adored. Jen married a city boy a few years back and moved to Dallas. Once she got pregnant, my parents sold the house and moved closer to them. I was grown and gone half the time anyway, moving was the best thing for them. Besides, it wasn’t that far, I could visit on days off.

  “They’re good. Them girls are growing like weeds.”

  “I bet,” I said.

  “But I know that’s not why you’re calling. I can hear it in your voice. What’s going on, son? Is it Sam?” My dad knew me too well.

  “Yeah,” I said quietly. I didn’t want to give him details. How do you tell your dad that the girl you’ve been in love with since you were a teenager is your fuck buddy?

  “She still giving you mixed signals?” He asked. He didn’t judge Sam, and I was thankful. They knew it was just her and Joe while she was growing up and they always had a soft spot for her.

  “Yeah, I don’t know what to do anymore.”

  “Have you been honest with her? Told her exactly how you feel?” He asked.

  “No, I mean I’ve hinted around. But I don’t want to run her off. The thought of losing her scares the shit out of me. Sorry.” I said, apologizing for cussing. My dad just gave a little chuckle.

  “Maybe you need to woo her,” he said.

  “Woo her?” I asked. What?

  “You know, spoil her, do nice things for her, compliment her and tell her how you feel. Make her feel good, and not just in the bedroom.”

  “Dad!” Did he really just say that?

  “Son, I wasn’t born yesterday. You think I don’t know what’
s really going on with you two.”

  “Please tell me mom isn’t standing right there?” I asked, hoping.

  “Nah, I walked outside.” Thank God.

  “But really son, every woman just wants to be loved. No matter how stubborn she is. I’ve been married for almost 30 years to the most stubborn one of all; I know a thing or two,” he said. And he was right, my momma was as bull headed as they come.

  “Ok dad, thanks,” I said.

  “Let me know how it goes.”

  “Alright, love ya,” I said.

  “Love you too, son.”

  We hung up and my dad’s words rang in my ear. Woo her. Would that work? Would she reject me? Maybe it was a chance I had to take. I wouldn’t beg her to love me, but I wasn’t gonna go down without a fight. I wanted Sam. Every part of her. And in my gut, I knew she wanted me too. She just had to break down her walls and let me in.

  The next morning, as I laid in bed trying to figure out something special to do for Sam, my phone went off. It was her texting me.

  Sam: Mornin sunshine

  Me: Mornin beautiful. How’d you sleep?

  Sam: Ok I guess. Are you hungry?

  Me: Baby, I’m always hungry. You know that.

  Sam: Well c’mon then

  Me: Jumping in the shower, give me 30

  Sam: Make it 20

  Me: So demanding

  Sam: Nah, that’s your job

  Me: I’ll be there in 15

  I hopped out of bed and ran to the shower. I was ready to see that beautiful face of hers.

  When I pulled into her driveway a few minutes later, I suddenly got nervous. I knew things were about to change. I was going to man up and be more honest with her. I was just hoping my dad’s advice didn’t bite me in the ass.

  “Knock Knock,” I said, as I opened her front door.

  “Come in!” She yelled from the kitchen.

  Damn, she was a sight. She was standing at the stove in those little bitty black shorts than got me hard at first sight. And she was wearing a tiny pink camo tank top that hugged her body with her hair in a ponytail. Fuck me, she was beautiful. I had to touch her. But as I walked into the kitchen, I noticed it. The white rose was in a vase on the counter. I felt a tightening in my chest but pushed it aside because I wasn’t letting myself go that far. I could be honest with her without turning into a fucking pansy. And the fact that my dick had a mind of his own and was leading the way to her helped validate my man card.

  “Mmm…smells so good,” I said, as I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled her neck.

  “It’s almost finished,” she said, as she flipped a pancake.

  “I wasn’t talking about the food, darlin,” I said, and then started kissing her neck.

  “You’re awful chipper this morning,” she said.

  “I’m just happy to see you, I missed you.” There. I did it. I actually said what I was thinking. Fuck.

  I felt her body tense up but she didn’t say anything, and she didn’t pull away from me. I wasn’t moving. I wasn’t taking it back, and I wasn’t apologizing.

  Chapter 3

  Sam

  He missed me. I don’t think he had ever said that to me before. I mean, he always acted like it, but he never said those words. But he could change his mind about me anytime; decide he wanted to be with another woman, or lots of other women. I know sluts had to throw themselves at him all the time; he was too fucking sexy for it not to happen. Fuck, why did I have to over think everything? Why couldn’t I be more like Lainey? She fell head over heels for Jase and didn’t think twice about it. She agreed to marry him after two months. Moon and I had been sleeping together for a year and I still couldn’t even wrap my head around my feelings. Our sex life was beyond amazing, but for me it was more than that. I was just too scared to say it. I was too scared of him leaving me. I was too scared of getting hurt. And my fear caused me to get defensive and pretend I was a lot stronger than I actually was. Damn, I had issues.

  “The food smells good too, you just smell better,” Moon whispered in my ear, as he squeezed my hips. He really was sweet to me, why couldn’t I just enjoy it? Enjoy him. I had to quit worrying so damn much. I turned around and gave him a kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. I needed to chill the fuck out. Moon squeezed me tight and let out a sigh.

  “Sit, I’ll make your plate,” I told him, as I dropped my arms and turned back around. He did so without hesitation.

  “Do you have plans tonight?” Moon asked, as we sat down for breakfast.

  “Um, no.” I said quietly.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to stay the night, Sam,” he said, as he rubbed his hand over his stomach and slowly up his chest until his shirt was raised above his nipples. Damn, he was hot. Even when he was being cocky, he was hot. I couldn’t help but drink him in. I couldn’t even make a smart ass comment. I just stared.

  “But seriously, Sam, I want to take you somewhere,” he said.

  “Where?” I asked.

  “I’m not telling you,” he said with a smile.

  “How will I know what to wear?” I asked.

  “I’ll tell you what not to wear,” he said with that devious smile. That smile that I couldn’t resist. I needed to be closer to him.

  “And what’s that?” I said, as I stood up and walked over to him. I scooted his chair out and straddled him. I struggled with a lot of things when it came to Moon, but how much he turned me on was certainly not one of them.

  “Panties,” he said, as he rubbed his hand between my legs.

  “No panties?” I said in a voice that was huskier than I intended, as I rubbed into his hand.

  “Fuck no, no panties,” he said, as he squeezed my ass and then kissed me hard.

  “Breakfast later?” He said breathlessly when he pulled his mouth away from me.

  “Hell yes,” I said, as Moon stood up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  An hour later we were sprawled out on my bed, completely helpless. I had never experienced sex like this with anyone. Our passion was almost uncontrollable. We had a connection that I couldn’t even describe. I know it was definitely physical, but I couldn’t deny that my emotions played a huge part in it. Whether I liked it or not.

  “You’re quiet,” Moon said, as he draped his arm across my bare stomach.

  “You wore me out,” I said. God, he felt so good next to me. It took everything I had to fight these feelings. Keeping my guard up was wearing me down.

  “We have that effect on each other,” he said, and kissed my temple.

  I started to move away and roll out of bed.

  “Don’t,” he said, and he tightened his grip on me.

  “I need to get dressed,” I said. This was the part that got uncomfortable. Afterwards. When I wanted to fall into his arms and enjoy the high we were coming down off of. But my brain would tell me to toughen up. My heart and my head were in two different places and it was fucking with me, bad. I was torn.

  “No you don’t.” Moon said firmly. He usually just let me get up immediately. He didn’t fight me. He was different today. I wasn’t sure what to think about it.

  “You don’t get to run away from me, Sam.”

  “And you don’t get to boss me around unless we’re having sex, remember? I think we established this months ago,” I said in my typical smart ass tone. See what I mean, defensive.

  Moon sat up and propped his arm behind his head and stared into my eyes.

  “Well, maybe the rules are changing,” he said very matter of fact, and then kissed my nose. “And technically, we’re still naked and you know how I like to be in charge when you’re naked. It’s kind of a requirement.”

  He had me there. I let out a huff and lay back down.

  “Don’t be a baby,” Moon said quietly, as he snuggled against me.

  “Did you just call me a baby?” I asked, and jerked my head in his direction.

  “No,” he said with his eyes closed, looking completely p
eaceful. “I said don’t be a baby.” He chuckled, and kissed my cheek.

  “Fucker.” I mumbled.

  “Just did,” he said “And it was fucking awesome!”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. God, I love you. Son of a bitch! I looked over at Moon; I almost said that shit out loud.

  As I was finishing up getting ready that night for Moon to pick me up, my phone rang.

  “Daddy!” I said, with my voice full of excitement when I picked up the phone.

  “Hey Angel,” he said. He sounded tired.

  “You ok?” I asked, automatically worried.

  “Yeah, just tired. It’s been a long day,” he said with a yawn.

  “You need to make sure you’re getting enough rest,” I said. I always worried about him. It had been just the two of us since I was seven years old. That was when the bitch left. I hardly even remembered her anymore. But what kind of woman-and I use that term loosely- leaves her family and never looks back? That’s really fucked up. It really bothered me for a lot of years; especially when I started getting older and my body started changing. Trying to explain to your big old roughneck daddy that you needed to go to the store for pads when you just started your period wasn’t easy. That poor man was uncomfortable for years, but he took it like a champ. Luckily, Sara, Lainey’s mom, was always willing to help me. She answered questions I was too nervous to ask and explained things to me that I would have never asked my daddy about. She was a good woman.

  “I am honey; just this job wears me out sometimes. Plus traveling down from the wedding and going straight to work took a toll on me. I ain’t getting no younger,” he said with a laugh. “But I’ve got Vickie here to baby me now.”

  I really was glad that he had a girlfriend now. I often wondered if he would marry Vickie. I knew he loved her, but he never mentioned marriage. That bitch did a number on him, too. I hated her more for what she did to him, than what she did to me.

  “Well good, she needs to baby you,” I said. “I’m so glad y’all got to come to the wedding. I know it meant a lot to Lainey.” Funny how my Daddy was a “y’all” now. They were a package deal. Vickie had quit her waitressing job and followed Daddy from rig to rig now. She fought him tooth and nail at first because she was so used to taking care of herself. That’s when I knew she was good for him and wasn’t after his money. I liked her.