The Lost Trucker (The Trucker Saga)

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can because I am sure that as soon as he pulls into the yard he is going to be up here knocking on my door.
     
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    KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
     
       Of course I was right, I was jolted awake by a knocking on my front door at 4am waking me up out of a deep sleep.
       I walk to the door and look thru the peephole and see Ryder standing there. He has on a black shirt and that is all I can see at the moment, I wrap my robe around me tighter and open the door a little bit. “Yeah, why are you here so early?” I rub my eyes and yawn a little bit.
      Ryder pushes the door open softly and grabs my waist as I stretch wrapping his arms around me in a hug. He inhales and I realize that he just sniffed me. “Did you just sniff me?” I ask him with a little chuckle and let my arms fall around his neck and hug him back.
      “You bet your sweet ass I did. You smell amazing even after you have been sleeping for a few hours. I love the way you smell.” He says as he buries his face in my neck and I now sniff hi m because he smells amazing too. I feel his body start to shake a little bit with his laughter.
      “So why are you here and why did you wake me up?” I ask him as I drop my arms from around his neck and step back to face him. I turn and start to walk back towards the kitchen to make some coffee cause I have a feeling it is going to be a very very long day.
      I don’t even make it half way across the living room when Ryder steps in front of me and puts his hands up to cradle my face. I sigh and lean into his touch, oh man, his hands are so soft yet rough. I look up through my hooded eyelids and stare him right in the eyes.
    Why does this connection between us have to be so strong and why does it feel so natural to be here in his hands.
      Ryder leans forward and places his soft lips onto mine, he is slow and gentle at first but when I let out a small moan t hat I thought only I could hear he forces open my lips and glides his tongue into my mouth. He slowly starts to caress mine with his. We are mixing together into this cotton-mouthy sweet mint mixture of saliva; sounds gross but it is amazing.
       I reach up and sink my hands around the back of his neck, I grab a little bit of his hair in my fingers and pull a little bit. Ryder instantly growls, drops his hands down to my hips then thrusts me right into his body where I instantly melt into it like it was made to mold around mine.
       Ryder moves his hands to my ass and lifts me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips and let out a little moan.
    Am I dreaming again or is this really happening? Oh no, Faith this is really happening and you need to slow it down, way the hell down!
      “Ryder, stop. What are we doing?” I say as a whisper as my breath is caught up in the moment. “We can’t do this, we’re just friends. Remember?” I ask him as he is carrying me over to the couch, he sits so that I am straddling him and I can feel that he really wants me. And from what I can feel I am scared to even think about that with him.
       “Faith, babe. We don’t need to do anything. We don’t have to be together tonight like that if you don’t want to. I can wait. I am a gentleman, even though most people don’t believe it. I’m changing and it is because of you and the fact that I want more than just sex with you means that. I will wait.”
       I stare at him for a few long moments waiting to see if I see anything cha nge on his face that would lead me to believe he is lying. I don’t see anything change about him, he is telling the truth. What have I done to be worthy of this man?
       I sigh and keep staring at this amazingly beautiful man in front of me, “Okay, but if you break my heart I am going to have to cut your dick off and feed it to you for dinner. You feel me?” I say with a little bit of a laugh because he has his hands on my hip-bones and is running them back and forth; the roughness of his hands tickles. So I giggle a

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