Twist of Fate Louise, Tia (read dune .txt) 📖

I’m so confused. He was just here. Looking to the right and left, the sidewalks are deserted. It’s dark, and no one is out here. He couldn’t have gone anywhere that fast. My shoulders drop, and I’m about to return to my apartment when I hear a rustling noise and a groan.

It comes from inside the truck, and I tiptoe to the passenger’s side and peek in the open window. He’s lying there on his back with a pillow against the driver’s door. He’s wearing a thin, white T-shirt and cotton shorts, and the lone streetlight deepens every line of muscle in his legs, his arms… My eyes slowly rise up his neck, to his square jaw, to his eyes, which blink open and land on mine.

“Holy fuck!” He sits up so fast, I squeal and fall back.

“Oh my God! I’m sorry!” My heart is flying in my chest.

“Daisy?” His face appears in the open window. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“You scared the shit out of me.” I’m breathless and trembling. “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about Betty Pepper saying Travis was lurking around…” He hesitates, almost apologetically. “I figured I’d sleep out here in case you needed me.”

He’s protecting us.

My nipples tighten to little points against the thin fabric of my tank. My body flares with need, and I realize I’m standing beside his truck in the small alley behind my store in only a thin tank and underwear. His eyes slide down my body, and the muscle in his jaw moves.

“You’d better climb in here before somebody sees you.”

The prickly heat is under my skin again. My voice drops to a whisper. “Maybe I should go inside and go to bed?”

His voice is quiet as well, and his eyes are fixed on my breasts. “That might be the safest thing to do.”

My insides pull, and I’m convinced I will die if I do the safe thing. Reaching out with trembling fingers, I lift the lever to open the door. He sits straighter, lowering his feet to the floorboard as I climb inside and shut the door.

“You drove here to be sure we were safe?” I’m on my knees, crawling across the bench seat. He nods, watching me get closer. “You were going to sleep out here all night?”

“Most of the night.” His voice is rough.

Reaching out, I trace the back of my fingers along his square jaw. “Because you’re the brave knight?”

“I’m here to protect you.”

Without hesitation, I straddle his lap, feeling the hardness of his cock through his thin shorts. His blue eyes darken, and large hands cup my ass, threading fingers under the sides of my panties. “I have to be sure my girls are safe.”

Reaching down, I catch the edge of his shirt, carefully lifting it over his head. Ridges of muscle appear deeper in the shadows, and heat floods my veins like burning gasoline.

My arms go around his neck, and I press my breasts against his firm chest, only a thin piece of fabric between us. “How can I ever show my gratitude?”

“I’m sure we can think of something.” His hands move from my ass under my tank, rising higher as I lean into his lips.

Our mouths collide, and he strokes my tongue with his. I rise on my knees to deepen the kiss, pushing his lips open and curling my tongue. He groans as his hands find my breasts, lifting and squeezing them, tweaking my nipples with his fingers.

A blaze of desire shoots straight to my core, and my hips begin to move on their own. I’m brazenly dry humping him in the cab of his truck with the windows down in the alley, and I don’t even care.

“Daisy…” Our mouths break apart, and one large hand returns to my ass, cupping me right between the legs. “Are you sure?”

“If you don’t fuck me, I might die.”

“Can’t have that.” One hand grasps the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his, and two fingers slide inside me, causing me to rise onto my knees with a loud moan.

“Shit, Daisy.” He gasps, holding me by the waist and reaching across to the glove box.

My lips are at his ear, and I kiss, bite, lick as his fingers curl, massaging my core. I slide back as he sits straighter, lowering his shorts so his massive cock springs free. My eyes widen, and I lick my lips as he rolls on the condom.

“You’re killing me right now.” His voice is tight, and when our eyes meet, it’s pure lust and need and something more, something intangible.

I rise up to position myself over him, cupping his face in both my hands. “This changes everything.”

He stretches higher, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my mouth to his again as I drop onto his cock, allowing him to fill me completely.

“Oh, God.” I break away, lifting my chin as I slide back and forth on his lap.

He grips my ass, and he’s moving me faster, lifting me up and driving me back, the ridges of his cock massaging my insides. My toes curl and the sparks of orgasm soar from the arches of my feet, threading around my legs, along my inner thighs, and centering where our bodies are joined.

I’m wild with desire. My eyes are closed, and sweat rolls down my back. My hair sticks to my face, and my fingers are in his damp hair. Our mouths move fast, devouring, hungry, and salty sweat is on my tongue.

He kisses my jaw, and a ragged Oh! flies from my mouth when he reaches up and rips my tank top open. I can’t stop riding him, driven by the orgasm flooding my veins.

My breasts bounce, and he catches one with his mouth, sucking it firmly, repeatedly as I rise off my knees. I let out another ragged cry and he groans, pushing his ass off the seat, driving higher into me.

“Jesus, Daisy,” he gasps, his head falling back. “I need you