Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I let out an audible groan as the warm water beats down on my sore muscles. I’m so achy all the time these days, but I can’t complain. It’s because of Brand, anyways. He and I have been having so much sex that I’m used every which way. We make love ceaselessly throughout the night and sometimes in the morning too, and he’s so big that I feel like I’m stretched full each and every time. Honestly, it’s a good thing I don’t have to walk around much during the day because I’d probably be limping around like a lame duck if I did.
Another delightful sigh escapes my lips as I lather between my thighs. It feels so good, but I generally try not to take too long in the shower when I know Brand’s waiting. Yet, I can’t help myself today because I need a little me-time after being with the trucker 24/7 on the road. But then my stomach growls, and I smile. My man is probably hungry, and so am I, come to think of it. It’s time for this shower to end, and my hand reaches for the handle, but just as I’m about to turn the water off, I hear the door open and the unmistakable sound of footsteps.
At first, I tense, but them my shoulders relax. It’s just a female trucker, I’m sure. They’re rare on the road, but they definitely exist. But then my brows furrow because the footsteps thud heavily, and certainly don’t sound like the footsteps of a woman. Maybe she’s wearing combat boots? But then, they stop and I force myself to relax again. It’s just my imagination getting away from me.
But nothing happens. I don’t hear a locker opening, or the rustle of someone shedding their clothes. A devious smile comes onto my face. Maybe it’s Brand. It wouldn’t be the first time that he’s come to pay me a visit in the shower after all. Obviously, we aren’t supposed to engage in any sexual activity in a public place, and he isn’t even allowed to be in the women’s locker room, but what’s the harm in breaking a few rules every now and then? Especially when the women’s locker room is so empty all the time.
I giggle naughtily, remembering the last time he surprised me at a truck stop. He was so desperate that he accidentally slipped it into my ass! I shrieked in protest, but it happened so fast and Brand was so needy that it didn’t matter. Soon we were going at it deep, and I loved every second of the hard pounding, his wet flanks slapping against my soapy thighs as we moaned in unison. God, I wouldn’t mind that happening again. I felt so naughty that day and my asshole flexes in anticipation now.
“Brand!” I call, half-afraid and yet half-turned on by excitement. “Is that you?”
But only silence echoes, and I frown again. What the hell? Is it really a female trucker? But why hasn’t she entered the shower area yet then?
“Brand, come on, I want you,” I cajole, my voice ringing out in the stall area. “I can’t wait anymore, big boy.” But then my throat closes and the words die on my tongue because there’s a shadow on the wall, and I don’t think it’s Brand. No, this shadow looks like something out of a horror movie because it’s hunchbacked and OMG, does it have claws? It must be my imagination, but then again, what if I’m NOT imagining this?
My stomach drops and I feel as if I’ll vomit at any moment. My heart races as I try to figure out what to do. I can’t just turn the water off and walk out because there’s no way out except through the locker area. But how do I escape the ogre?
But then out of nowhere, a hand wraps around my mouth and nose, cutting off my oxygen, and I’m wrenched backwards and off my feet. I try to scream, but it comes out muffled as my attacker drags me out of the shower and into the locker room.
I can’t see who it is, but I elbow this person as hard as I can, flailing my arms and legs and screaming as loud as I can even with his hand over my mouth. I manage to get away from him for just a second, and I turn to run, but he grabs me again. I fall on my ass, slippery, wet, and nude, desperate to get away. Then, I see who it is and my eyes widen.
Jerry?
What the fuck is my mom’s boyfriend doing here in Kansas? How did he know where I was? And why is he doing this?
I open my mouth to scream again, but that’s when Jerry strikes me across the face with a slinging slap to my cheek. Stars explode before my eyes and my head snaps back painfully, hitting the metal lockers behind me. That’s when I lose consciousness, the world turning black.