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The Hitchhiker (terken & darkangel76)

Jane gave Carson a nod accompanied by a shy smile and red cheeks. Biting down on her lip, she made her way to the shower and turned on the water. As Carson had said, the water pressure wasn’t very strong. But she hardly cared. It was warm and clean and wonderful. Smiling, she peeled off her slightly damp clothes and stepped under the warm spray of water.

The water felt nice as it rolled over Jane’s skin, beading up and trickling down along the curves of her body. She could’ve stood there for hours, but knew that wasn’t the best idea. Carson had mentioned that he’d like a shower to and since this was his cab and he was doing her a favor, she wasn’t about to use up all the hot water on him.

Heaving a sigh, Jane ran her fingers through her long, dark hair, making sure it was fully saturated with water. Once done, she reached for the shampoo and went to work on washing her tresses, massaging her scalp thoroughly as she did so. Once her hair was rinsed, she washed her body with the soap. She preferred the girly stuff, body washes and loofas. But she wasn’t about to complain. This was far more than she could’ve hoped for and she was grateful. Lathering up bubbles with the bar of soap that was available, she began to rub her soaped up hands all over her body. She made sure to cover her chest and breasts, her arms, tummy and back with the rich lather. Once satisfied, she moved on to her lower body, starting with her thighs followed by her lower legs. Grinning sheepishly, she finally brought her hands between her legs and began to make sure her more intimate places were just as clean as the rest of her. She closed her pale eyes as her fingers began to clean her sex.

As Jane touched herself a little, she felt her skin tingle slightly. And her mind began to drift a bit. She thought about that strange jolt she got when she’d touched Carson’s arm. How nice that jolt had felt. As her mind lingered on the memory, her fingers lingered a little longer than necessary at her sex. Suddenly, she let out a gasp. Immediately, her eyes snapped open and she pulled her hand away. Biting down on her lip, she felt embarrassment wash over her even though she was totally alone, enjoying some privacy. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head a bit, trying to clear it from the fuzzy thoughts that had started to buzz about her brain. Not really succeeding in that department, she just moved on to finishing her shower. She washed her feet last and then rinsed her body off.

When done, Jane turned off the water and reached for the towel to dry herself off. She had to admit it felt nice to actually be dry, though her hair was still quite damp from her shower. But what did that matter. It was clean. Picking up Carson’s flannel shirt, she slipped it on over her body and buttoned it up except for the top most button. The shirt was large enough, that was for sure. It came down past her backside, which was good since she’d forgotten to grab some panties to bring in with her and had also forgotten that she hadn’t been wearing any from when she’d changed earlier. She just hoped Carson wouldn’t notice. If she was careful, he wouldn’t be able to see. Or so she hoped.

Running her fingers through her towel-dried hair, Jane left the small bathroom and re-entered the main part of the sleeping cab. “Carson,” she began. “I’m done… all yours.”
 
Carson had been listening to the radio while he waited. He had actually been able to clear his mind for a while. When she called him in for his turn his mouth went dry.

He did manage a nervous smile. The flannel shirt seemed to suit her well. Carson tried to ignore her bare legs, which had turned slightly pink from the hot water and the toweling off afterward. "Okay," he croaked, as he grabbed some sweats, an extra shirt and made his way to the shower.

He wondered if she had any panties on under his shirt. All her clothes were soaked, right? Jesus! Was he some kind of teenager? Get a grip, he thought.

But once inside he found himself hardening. And staying hard. He thought about changing the water to cold but opted instead for a really quick shower. He toweled off, and as it cooled down inside the bathroom he managed to calm down a bit. He hurriedly pulled on his nightclothes.

Still, she might notice him through the sweats. He gave her a nervous grin again as he clambered out of the bathroom, trying to angle his front away from her.

"So, are you taking the mattress or the bag?" he said. He tried to kill a thought about both them on the mattress......
 
Jane sat in silence the while Carson took his shower. She’d laid out most of her clothes to help them dry off a bit, but given that she didn’t have much packed to begin with, it didn’t take long for her to do. As she waited, she pondered over what to do about their sleeping situation. He’d given her the ultimate choice, the final say. She knew she wouldn’t take his bed on him. That just wasn’t happening. He’d been too kind to her so far for her to feel right about doing that.

Biting down on her lip, Jane tried to think of what they could do so that both of them could be as comfortable as possible. Eyeing the mattress, she saw that it was large enough that the two of them could actually share it. She trusted Carson well enough. He hadn’t done anything to harm her at all and her gut told her that he was indeed the good guy he seemed to be portraying to her from the moment he’d decided to pull over and pick her up on the side of the road.

Just then, Jane heard the bathroom door open. Carson came out dressed in his nighttime gear, but her eye couldn’t help but be drawn to…. ‘Oh my!’ she thought to herself, her cheeks blushing. She felt silly and embarrassed that her eyes had drifted south on his body. He was a good person and more than likely had a good woman waiting for him. But she also couldn’t help that she liked what she saw in him. Taking a small breath, she gave him a smile.

“So, are you taking the mattress or the bag?” Carson asked.

“Umm, well…” Jane began, suddenly finding it difficult to find her voice. She hoped she wasn’t about to cross a line with her suggestion. So, setting her jaw, she continued, “I was thinking. The mattress is big enough for the two of us. We could share it. No need for either of us to be uncomfortable. Right?”

Jane blinked her pale eyes a few times, trying not to pay attention to the burn she felt on her cheeks as she spoke. After all, what she’d said made sense. They were both adults. They could handle this. Right? ‘Oh god…’

“I promise not to be a bother. I don’t move much in my sleep so you won’t even know I’m there.” Again, Jane smiled as she made her way toward one side of the bed. As she bent over to pull the sheets down, Carson’s flannel rode up her backside ever so slightly, revealing the smallest peek of her bare bottom. Suddenly realizing that she didn’t have any panties on, she straightened up and giggled nervously, trying to act like nothing had happened and hoping that Carson hadn’t noticed. “I won’t let you take the floor. Please. It’s all right,” she said, her voice a soft whisper.
 
Good Christ. She was blushing. Had she seen his erection? Carson squirmed about, but truth be told there wasn't much room to hide in any case. What the hell, they were both adults, right?

When she suggested they share the mattress Carson turned a little red himself. He really liked that idea. Maybe a little too much. And maybe for all the wrong reasons. He told himself to be polite, offer to take the floor. But instead the next words that came out were:

"Yeah, the floor will get kind of cold." That was true. But he could have dealt with it....And Christ, she was naked under his flannel shirt. Carson felt himself breathing a little shallower, growing harder, and desperately wanting to see more of her under that shirt.

He still had some self-control, however. He moved to the other side of the bed, taking care to keep as far away from her as possible. She'd see he was excited. Nothing to do about that.

Unfortunately, the mattress was small enough that they'd almost be touching. He handed her the extra pillow as he helped pull down the sheets. "Yeah, so sleep well, I guess...." He couldn't keep his eyes off her legs, he found.
 
Jane watched Carson get into the bed after the sheets had been turned down. As she watched him, her eyes drifted south. Yet again. She honestly just couldn’t help it. It was a natural, human reaction. Besides, no harm in looking, right? It was healthy to allow such small indulgences. As her pales eyes fixated on the lower part of his body, she suddenly bit down on her lip. She wanted to squeak, but managed to keep control. Barely. Glancing, she suddenly realized that he was aroused, nearly fully erect if she had to guess.

Almost immediately, Jane could feel herself blushing further. She seriously needed to cool off. Take a quick jaunt in the cold air and rain outside to ease the burn on her cheeks. But that wasn’t an option. After the past few days she’d had, she needed to rest. Plus, he was out there somewhere and not likely far behind. It wasn’t a risk worth taking, not for something as silly as this.

Trying to clear her head, Jane swallowed lightly and slipped onto the bed and underneath the sheets. The sheets were cool against her skin and she was glad of that. They felt nice against her bare legs and even her bare backside. As she laid her head against the pillow, she noticed just how close Carson was. She could feel the heat emanating from his body and she had to admit that it felt nice. There definitely was something about this man…

Shifting her body, trying to get comfortable, Jane’s leg brushed against Carson’s. ‘Oh god,’ she thought to herself, her heart pounding. She suddenly hoped that he didn’t have a girlfriend or wife waiting for him at home. If he did, she’d feel absolutely terrible for the thoughts that were suddenly going through her mind. ‘You just met him, Jane!’ she admonished herself. ‘He saves you from imminent danger and you suddenly become a silly school girl with a crush!’

Just then, Jane cleared her throat and shifted her body once more. Settling down on her back, she laid still for several long moments trying to let sleep overtake her. Though try as she might, her body couldn’t fully relax. Instead her mind was reeling, spinning. Thoughts on how kind Carson had been to pick her up, how sweet he’d been when she revealed to him that she was ‘on the run’, the wonderful tingle he gave her the moment they’d touched. Eyes closed, she bit down on her lip. More thoughts ran through her head. Thoughts on how handsome Carson’s face was, how tantalizing his body looked, the erection he had underneath those sweatpants.

Suddenly, Jane’s eyes snapped open for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she closed them once more. As she did, she let her one hand drift down along her tummy until it rested between her legs. Unsure of whether Carson had fallen asleep yet or not, she decided to take a chance and alleviate the tension she felt rising within her body as thoughts of Carson began to swim around her head. With her middle finger, she gently rubbed her clit. It was already slightly engorged due to where her thoughts had turned and within seconds, her legs began to part themselves slightly. Trying to be discreet, she then rubbed her middle finger along her slit. It was already becoming wet. ‘What am I doing?’ she thought to herself. At that, she plunged her finger deeply within her folds, the tip of her finger finding her g-spot and stroking it a little bit. She had to stifle the moan that wanted to escape her lips and suddenly wondered if touching herself had been a good idea being so close to the man who starred in her fantasy.

Whether it was or not, it was too late at that moment. Jane had started it and given the way she felt her body suddenly reacting, she was going to finish. She just hoped that Carson was either asleep or not noticing what she was doing. The last thing she needed was for him to think her a pervert. She most definitely was not. It was just that there was something about the man lying beside her that spoke to her on some level. She felt safe with him, her gut told her he was trustworthy, a good guy to the core.

Just then, a tiny gasp escaped Jane’s lips. Biting down on her lower lip, she went stock still for a moment. She needed to make sure that Carson hadn’t noticed, that he didn’t think her strange or a perv. ‘Now you’ve done it, Jane. Oh god!’ But as she scolded herself yet again, her fingers had already started rubbing at her clit once more.
 
Carson turned away from Jane in an effort to quell his desire. It didn't really work, but at least he could keep his hardness pinned between his legs and hidden. Then her bare leg brushed up against one of his.

The trucker managed to stay stock still, and grunt a little. But a spark had been sent through his body. His mind was reeling. He was attracted to her. She probably felt the same way, right? He didn't trust himself to read that. Carson gritted his teeth, shut his eyes tight and tried to think about asphalt.

Her little gasp opened his eyes wide. He had sensed she was moving about next to him. But he had thought she was just adjusting to the mattress. Could she be.....?

Carson turned over to face her. He could clearly hear her breathing and his as he ran his eyes up and down her covered form. It was obvious what she was doing. He swallowed nervously as his eyes met hers. Then, without thinking, he swept his hand under the covers and up her inner thigh. It drove up to meet hers, and his dry fingers were suddenly intertwined with her wet ones.

"Jane," he said hoarsely, his other hand now cupping her cheek, his thumb just to one side of her mouth. Down below, his hardness pressed urgently against her leg through his sweats.
 
The moment Jane’s eyes locked with Carson’s, she felt her breath suddenly catch. It was clear that he knew what she’d been doing. Hell, what she was doing! Swallowing, staying still, she felt his hand brush up along her thigh. The jolt that worked its way across her skin at the contact immediately rushed to the ache between her legs. The one she’d been trying to alleviate only moments ago.

Jane didn’t know why, but as Carson’s hand met the one resting between her legs, she let his fingers entwine with her own. There definitely was something about this man. Something wonderful. Did fate truly conjure him up just for her? Her knight in shining armor? A good and honorable man who would be there for her come hell or high water? She didn’t know. And honestly, it didn’t even matter. She knew what she was feeling and it went deeper than his just having ‘saved’ her. After all, he didn’t even truly understand what he was saving her from. Yet. But no, there was something more to it. Something deeper. She knew her thoughts would sound stupid to anyone else. ‘Oh who the hell are they anyway!’ she rationalized.

“Jane,” Carson whispered, his voice hoarse and husky as his hand above the sheets touched Jane’s face ever so tenderly.

Jane could hear the lust in Carson’s voice. She could also feel his arousal against her leg and oh god did it make her ache even more. Shifting her body, she turned to be on her side. Looking deeply into his eyes, she bit down on her lip. At that, she began to part her legs just a bit more, giving him access to her moistened folds that had earlier been hidden from his view underneath his shirt. Now, she was granting him silent permission to touch her, to explore and caress her. She wondered if he would, if he’d dare.

Closing her eyes, Jane tilted her hips a little, urging Carson stroke her damp sex. If only he knew that her wetness was a direct result of him…
 
Carson was on fire. She had turned towards him, not away. He swallowed again, but now he was smiling at her as she tilted her hips forward. He wanted to kiss her everywhere, run his hands all over her, make very hard love to her very fast. But somehow the trucker stayed somewhat in control, though his breathing became more ragged.

He kept his hand over hers as his fingers began probing her lower folds. Gently, hesitantly at first. As her wetness spread he began to dig a bit deeper. Jane's hand remained below his, blocking any access to her clit, and Carson made no move to change this.

He took Jane's other hand in his free one and guided it down to his hardened cock below, his sweats slightly damp with pre-cum. He could feel her breath on his face as he leaned forward to plant a half-kiss, half-nip on her jawline. Then he kept his cheek pressed against hers as he continued to probe her, his breathing hard in her ear.

"God.." he muttered hoarsely......
 
Jane’s entire body came alive as Carson began to touch her. There was something sweet, yet so very intense about how he refused to move her hand as it barred the way partially. He was taking his time, relishing the moment. Licking her lips, her blue gaze remained fixed on his. She then felt him guide her hand to his very stiff cock.

Wrapping her delicate fingers around his thick shaft, she gently moved her palm against his velvety skin, stroking it with great care. She let her thumb rub his tip, finding the bead of moisture pooling there. Smiling a little, she coated his entire tip slick with his precum.

At that, Carson leaned toward Jane, giving her the most tender kiss at her jaw line. But it soon turned somewhat more passionate when she felt his teeth gently graze her skin. The nip stirred something deep inside her. At that moment, she knew she wanted him. And she hoped he wanted her as badly in return.

Shivering, Jane lavished more attention upon Carson’s cock. She slowly began to pull her other hand away from him, granting what she hoped was a desired access to her most intimate parts. Taking raspy breath, she let out a small moan, one impossible to stifle if she’d even had the wherewithal to try.

“Carson,” Jane pleaded as she arched her back, pressing her body closer to his. She wanted him to remove the shirt. To caress, tease and suck on her breasts as he filled her up with all that he was. She wanted him. And she wanted him now.
 
Damn! Carson gasped at Jane's touch on his cock, fidgeting as she coated his tip with his own precum. His movements became more feverish. As her hand pulled away from between her legs he probed her more deeply, his fingers digging into her folds and seeking her ridges inside. His thumb now moved to her clit, rubbing her there lightly at first, then more forcefully as his own excitement grew.

And he was kissing her. Fast, furious kisses on her neck, her cheeks, her lips. Carson gave a grunt as he ripped the flannel shirt open, popping a couple of buttons. Then he was nuzzling her breasts, kissing around the left nipple, planting his lips on her torso as he continued probing her below.

Carson withdrew his mouth, his eyes burning into hers as he began shucking off his sweats with his other hand. His cock sprang free as he cupped her head and brought their faces together. "Going to take you, Jane....." he rasped, his lips almost pressed against hers, his fingers still inside her. God, he wanted this woman. But instead of spreading her legs further he ducked down again, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking slowly, sweetly.
 
Jane was in a complete daze, her body and mind running on instinct instead of logic. Though in the darkest recesses of her brain, she saw the logic. And she didn’t care if no one else saw it or not. It just didn’t matter, nothing did. Nothing except the moment she was sharing with Carson. For the first time in several days she felt alive, like she was living the life she was supposed to have, meant to have.

Carson lavished such wonderful attention to Jane’s body, exploring her thoroughly with his hands and lips, arousing her in ways she’d never experienced until this very night. Gasping, she all but sobbed when he ripped the flannel she wore open, revealing her breasts and the rest of her body to his scrutiny. She hoped he liked what he could make out given the darkness they were in. Though she hoped he wouldn’t notice the dark bruises on her upper inner thighs. At least not until later.

The heat igniting between them was an intense fire, causing anything nearby to go ablaze with them. Jane stared deeply into Carson’s eyes, her body wanting and needing his now with a feverish passion. He stared back with equal silent fury, though he shifted just enough to remove his sweats.

“Going to take you, Jane…..” Carson whispered, his voice husky with a fiery lust rivaling that of Jane’s. Just then, his lips found hers and she accepted them fully, but it wasn’t long before he moved down and began to suck on her breasts.

Jane threw her head back, tiny squeaks escaping her mouth as Carson worked her sensitive breasts. As he masterfully teased her one nipple, she thought she might lose it. The fire within her was burning brightly now and only growing as he sucked on her breast.

“Carson…” Jane whispered, one of her hands moving up along Carson’s back. She gave his shoulders a tight squeeze before she lost her fingers deep within the tangles of his hair, her other hand still stroking him with great care. As she let out needy whimpers, she nibbled his earlobe and urged him to continue exploring her body further.

Instinctually, her legs parted, giving Carson all the access he desired. She was his to do with as he wished now. She was at his mercy. And that only made her long for him all the more. Everything about the moment was perfect, something she’d always wanted but had never had. Until now.

‘I shouldn’t be doing this…’ Jane thought to herself. But she couldn’t help it. She wanted Carson badly, wanted him to take her, make her his if even only for one night. Her body writhing, she began to grind her sex against his hand, working herself up further, her juices oozing all over his skilled hand. As her excitement grew, she stroked him faster, harder. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep it up. More than anything she wanted to feel him penetrate her body, plunge deeply within her folds and stretching her muscles. Working them good until she was sore and spent from the passion of their love-making.

Love-making…

Jane found her mind dwelling on her choice of terms for her moment with Carson. But only briefly.

“Take me, Carson,” Jane whispered urgently. “I’m yours…”
 
Jane's squeaks and her gasping his name made Carson redouble his efforts, switching his attention to her other nipple, enclosing it in his mouth and rolling his tongue over the hardening bud. When she nibbled his earlobe he nearly lost it-- her steady hand now had precum over most of his shaft-- but he held on and kissed her lips again, his tongue briefly touching hers.

She was stroking him faster now, and grinding her hips against his hand. He pulled away slightly, still digging deep into her, and watched as they pleasured each other for a few moments. His breathing was quite ragged now and if they kept this up he knew he'd explode...

“Take me, Carson,” Jane whispered urgently. “I’m yours…”

Carson needed no further prodding. He withdrew her hand and spread her legs further, then placed the tip of his cock against her very wet sex. As he did so some outside lighting briefly illuminated the cab. Was that a bruise on her thigh?....The trucker was too far gone to pay it much thought. With a low growl he pushed into Jane, easing in halfway, then burying himself to his balls in her.

He had enough self-control to pause, savor her wetness and cup her face in his hands. For half a heartbeat his eyes locked with hers again, their breath on each other as he lay speared into her.
 
The next moments were swift and oh so very sweet. A flash of lightning and a loud rumble of thunder and Carson had managed to move his body over Jane’s. In one fluid movement, he let out a possessive sounding growl and thrust his cock deeply within her hot, pink and very needy sex.

Jane let out a husky moan as she felt Carson’s cock stretch her muscles, forcing her body to accept his sweet and so very wanted invasion. Just then, for a brief moment, time suddenly stood still. They laid there, motionless, eyes locked in a most intense gaze. As everything around her stopped, she could hear how ragged her breathing had become, could feel how aroused her body was.

Licking her lips just then, Jane gave Carson a shy yet coy smile. Blue eyes glittering, she began to nibble along his jaw line and then along his neck. He tasted decadent, all salty and male. Loving the way he was making her feel, she slowly began to move her hips, her body molding to his as she began to set a rhythmic pace that was purposefully slow and teasing. She knew she’d never be able to keep that up, but she wanted him to know, if even for a moment, that she wanted this wholly and completely with him. That she was relishing this time they had together even if it was a spontaneous act of lust and passion.

Jane allowed her hands to run along Carson’s back, urging him to keep pace with her. To go faster, harder and deeper, if he dared. She would follow. She wanted to follow. Moving her hips, she let out another moan. He felt so good, but it was strangely more than that alone. He somehow fit, like they were two pieces of a grand puzzle that were meant to fit together ‘just so’. Only them. No one else.

“Mmm… Carson,” Jane sighed as she ground her sex against Carson’s body. She moved one of her hands down along his back until it reached his backside. Immediately, she gave it a squeeze, her nails digging at his flesh just a little bit. At that, she began to whimper, pressing him hard against her aching clit, letting him know just how in need of him she was.

Jane knew she’d explode soon if she wasn’t allowed to move faster. The urge to cum was strong and getting stronger, but she wanted to do so with Carson. It was so odd, but she wanted that. Needed that. She had no idea what was going through his mind, what he thought of what they were doing. She had no idea what she truly expected now that they’d taken such a leap so quickly with each other. But that could wait. For now.

“Please, Carson…” Jane begged, her hips bucking more furiously than before. “Please!”
 
God, she felt good. Carson moved slowly at first, following her rhythm, shuddering a bit when she nibbled along his jawline but relishing the steady pace. He wanted to feel and savor every bit of her and that meant making slow, sweet love at first.

He loved how she came up to meet him, her hips and sex and skin grinding against his. His groan echoed her moan, and when he felt her nails on his backside Carson gasped. He felt Jane press herself hard against him as she whimpered, and the knowledge of just how bad she needed him drove him near crazy. His cock throbbed inside her, stiffening even further. Soon he began to drive into her faster and faster. Over their gasps and moans came a steady thunk thunk thunk as the cab began to shake to their coupling.

“Please, Carson…” Jane begged, her hips bucking more furiously than before, matching his faster pace. “Please!”

"Yeah....okay.....take it..." he growled back at her. He lifted himself up slightly so he could watch himself plow in and out of her, and so he could see her face again. One hand grasped the side of her head, as his gaze sought out her blue eyes once more.

"Jane," he breathed, as his flesh met hers, again and again. "Going to flood you." He was getting close.
 
Carson matched Jane’s rhythm and then soon found one all his own. She had all she could do to keep up, but by god, she managed. Panting, groaning, it wasn’t long before she could hear his own grunts and growls reverberating in her ears. Their hips continue to crash together. But hearing such animalistic sounds coming from him only spurred her on, made her want him all the more.

They weren’t being discreet now as they bucked and moved against each others’ bodies. And Jane was more than lost in the moment, in Carson, and she suddenly didn’t want things to end. When he stared into her eyes, something triggered inside her, something she couldn’t explain. There was a connection, one running deeper than anything she’d ever experienced before. But that was impossible, right? They’d only just met, practically didn’t know each other at all. But as she stared back into his eyes, unblinking, she let out tiny gasps of pleasure, unable to deny the feelings that were consuming her whole. As they continued to writhe against each other, she began to wonder if he felt the connection too. God, she hoped he did.

“Jane,” Carson rasped out. “Going to flood you.”

That was it, it was all Jane needed to hear. Hearing those words leave Carson’s mouth was her undoing. She suddenly felt a deep burn rise and bubble forth from her core. “Oh god!” she cried out, her body tensing, her muscles clenching.

At that, Jane felt her body fall into the throes of orgasm. Her inner walls pulsed and throbbed hard about Carson’s cock, milking him for all it was worth. With each pulse, she let out tiny cries, her hips riding him out for as long as they could. She held onto him tightly, hoping that he’d fall over the edge into erotic bliss with her. It was what she wanted, what she craved.

“Carson!” Jane shouted. “Carson!”
 
Carson had long since stopped trying to go slowly. He was pounding into her with complete abandon, heading towards his own explosion, loving the sound of their flesh as they slapped together. He was losing himself in her, in her wetness, and in a warmth had not felt for a long time. He was taking all of her, and he was almost there himself....

And then Jane cried out "Oh God!" and clenched him ever harder and he lost it. As their hips smacked together Carson stiffened, crested, then went through a series of urgent, short thrusts, his fierce grunts echoing her tiny cries. He came and came, their fluids mixing, his arms grasping her torso to him hard even as she did.

His body continued to shudder with spurts as he came down from his peak, still holding her tight to him. "Jane," he breathed hoarsely as he emptied the last of himself in her. Then he collapsed, rolling slightly so that they were side by side on the mattress.

His eyes shone in the dark as he put a hand to her cheek. Inside her, he twitched briefly again, causing him to chuckle.
 
Jane could tell exactly when Carson had found his release. His entire body shook and shivered as possessive sounding grunts reverberated throughout the sleeping cab. The noises he made, noises because of her, because of them, struck something deeply inside of her. And then there was the look on his face, in his eyes. She couldn’t help but stare back, lost within his intense gaze as they shared that moment of ecstasy together. It was truly unlike anything she’d ever experienced. How she could feel such a connection to someone she didn’t even know? She had no idea. She’d never done such a thing before. Not ever. Yet for some reason, this moment with Carson felt right.

When Carson’s body began to settle, relaxed and sated after all was said and done, he rolled off of Jane so as to lay beside her. She missed the weight of his body, the feel of his skin, the slickness of their sweat as it had mixed together when their bodies had been touching. As if reading her mind, he looked at her just then, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. He chuckled softly, his eyes softening, his face happy. Almost instantly she felt herself melt, her heart skip a beat while her tummy fluttered.

Jane returned the smile and giggled. Her body was tired and spent, though it all felt wonderful. Turning onto her side, she moved closer to Carson. She leaned her weight against him, her face nuzzling against his chest as she let out a small contented sigh. He felt so warm, so male. And she couldn’t have thought of a better person than to have shared such an intimate moment with.

"That was amazing," Jane whispered.

~~~

“I should’ve known that little detour meant something…” his voice trailed. He pushed his sandy hair away from his dark brown eyes and glanced at himself in the rearview mirror.

Letting out a small sigh, he turned his attention to the picture on the dashboard. His eyes focused on Jane for a moment, taking in the sight of her body, the way it molded against his own. He could almost remember her softness, the smell of her hair, the taste of her lips.

“Pity,” he mumbled.

He’d reached Miranda not too long ago. But the sleepy town was all but dead. He saw no signs that his Jane had been in the area. She had to be in Red Mills. The detour alone should have clued him in and he was rather upset with himself for not picking up on that sooner.

“You cannot hide, Jane. You cannot hide,” he mumbled.

Just then, his cinnamony eyes glanced over at the box sitting by itself on the front passenger’s seat. It was a perfect square, approximate 2 feet by 2 feet. He grinned broadly as his eyes lingered upon it for a brief moment. His mind was obviously dwelling upon the contents inside.
 
You just haven't had a woman in a while. That's all. Couldn't keep your dick in your pants.

That's what Carson told himself. But he found himself lost in her blue eyes, and when she giggled he couldn't help but chuckle again. He let her nuzzle his chest, stroking her hair as she did so. When she let out that sigh he realized how strangely content and at peace he felt. Even the sound of the rain pattering steadily on the cab seemed soothing.

"That was amazing," Jane whispered.

"Yes," he replied simply and truthfully. "I'm glad...." He hesitated, not quite knowing what to say. "Been a while for me," he finally got out. "So I'm glad it was amazing for you."

Carson kissed her forehead lightly, one hand idly massaging her hip. He shifted a bit to make himself more comfortable, and then he noticed it again. For a moment he debated whether he should say anything. His concern finally won out.

"That's some bruise," he finally said, looking at her thigh. Should he ask how she got it? He could kind of guess. "You want something for it?"
 
Jane nestled close to Carson’s warm, naked body. Now that their furious love-making… she still had to smile at herself for choosing to think of it like that given she knew nothing about the guy, but regardless, it was indeed how she viewed it… was over, she was able to really take in his body. Its shape, its feel. Everything. She had to admit that she really did like what she saw. As she laid there next to him, she wondered what was going through his mind. If he felt a connection like she did or… Her thoughts stopped almost instantly and she felt her tummy lurch. She didn’t want to think about the or.

“Yes,” Carson said in response. “I’m glad…” his voice trailed, making Jane hold her breath for a brief moment. “Been a while for me. So I’m glad it was amazing for you.” At that, he kissed her forehead and went to gently caressing her hip with his hand.

There was silence for a few awkward moments. Biting down on her lip, yet continuing to stay close to Carson, Jane was suddenly fearful that she’d done something really stupid. Giving into the lust, the passion, that strange moment when all she could see was herself and Carson. She couldn’t explain what it was about him. But something drew her to him. It was strange, but she had to give fate credit. To her, it truly seemed as if they’d been destined to meet. She hoped that her feelings weren’t as one-sided as she was beginning to believe might be true.

Trying to be a ‘big girl’, not to mention shy away from over thinking things, Jane just continued to try and take in Carson’s delicious body. Just then, Carson interrupted her thoughts, “That’s some bruise,” he said.

Jane felt a lump form in her throat. Oh if only he knew. Bruise indeed. It was more than that. So much more. The thought of it made her stomach hurt, her skin crawl…

Jane writhed on the bed, her wrists and ankles bound tight and spread. Try as she might, she couldn’t free herself from her bonds. He had always been good at tying his knots, making them virtually inescapable. Looking up, her face streaked with tears she could see him looming over her, casting a dark shadow over her body. He grinned down at her, his chocolate eyes sparkling as he pushed his sandy hair behind an ear.

“My pretty Jane. You should know that running will get you no where.” He began to pace back and forth, his eyes probing and prodding her naked body as it lay there before him. “Best to face the consequences of your choices, right?” He chuckled just then and halted mid-step.

He turned to look at Jane just then and moved to be beside her. He reached out a hand and gently stroked her face. He worked his way down, touching her neck, her chest. Smiling broadly, he began to rub her breasts, his fingers working her nipples to make them stand at attention.

“Mmm…” he said, watching Jane cry. “I love how they do that. Just for me.” Removing his hands from her breasts, he worked them down her torso, letting them linger a moment on her tummy, causing her to squirm as his touch tickled her ever so slightly. “You were always a ticklish one.”

“You sick fuck,” Jane spat, her pale eyes glistening with tears.

“Tsk tsk, Jane. It’s a pity you don’t understand. It really is. I don’t want to have to dispose of you, but you’re leaving me no choice,” he said. At that, his hands found Jane’s thigh. He kneaded them a bit. Giving them squeezes that caused him to moan.

His mouth suddenly watering, he lunged down at Jane’s thighs. His mouth latched itself upon her flesh and he immediately began to suck it.

“No! You bastard!” Jane shouted. Again she struggled against her bonds. It seemed an impossibility to get away. But suddenly, she felt a knot give way. It totally surprised her. He was very skilled with knots and binding, but she wasn’t about to dwell on such things. She’d found a way out.

Jane’s one ankle found freedom and immediately she began to kick at him. “BITCH!” he shouted as a hand came down and slapped her. She let out a yelp and he threw himself on top of her. His hands went to her thighs and began to squeeze them with all his strength.

“Oww!” Jane cried, the pain resounding in her voice. “No!” At that, she brought her legs together, her body writhing in hopes to fend him off.

“I don’t think so!” he shouted in retaliation. His hands remained on her thighs. As he squeezed them, he began to pry them apart. He used all his strength as she struggled against him, but in the end… he won.

He looked down upon Jane’s pale legs. He could see the bruises and hickeys from their battle and the sight made him hard. So very aroused. “Oh yeah, Jane,” he spoke, he voice husky with lust. “I love how you bruise, baby.”

Jane could only whimper, her body tired, her arms and one leg still bound to the bed. Terrified, depressed, she braced herself for what would come next…

“Want something for it?” Carson asked, snapping Jane out of the nightmare of a memory that had flooded her mind.

“Uhh,” Jane began, her breathing getting heavy. “No. I’ll be fine. I…” her voice trailed. Carson was such a good guy and now she’d dragged him into the hell that was her life. No doubt he was a target now. “Shit,” she muttered. “It’s from my ex,” she finally said, her eyes looking away from him. “He’s not a good man, he…” Licking her lips, she took a deep breath. “He’s the one I’m running from.”
 
So that was it. Now things made sense. Carson had known a few wife and girlfriend beaters in his day, some of them truckers. Something like a low growl rumbled in his throat and he pulled Jane protectively closer to him, stroking her hair, but not looking directly at her. Of course, she'd be running without much money and without much hope. Those bastards found all sorts of ways to fuck you up.

"Okay," he said simply, nodding. He kissed her forehead again, then turned her head gently so she was facing him.

"Let's make sure he doesn't get to you," he said, his eyes on hers, his gaze as reassuring as he could make it. Without consciously knowing it, without saying anything out loud, Carson had appointed himself her temporary protector. He'd do what he could for her on the road.

He drew her back across his chest, stroking her hair again. "We should sleep," he said softly. "Going to have an early start tomorrow." He was pretty confident he could handle the ex. He'd been a security guard a few years back, and as a trucker he had been in the occasional brawl. All those guys were just bullies anyway. You stood up to them, and they faded.
 
Jane wasn’t sure how Carson would handle the news. They’d only just met and had somehow managed to plunge head first into making love with each other. She had absolutely no regrets in sharing such an intimate moment with the trucker. Sure, it hadn’t been planned, but she knew if she’d had the chance to do things over, she’d do it again. He was attractive, obviously compassionate and…. Damn, he made her entire body come alive in ways it never had before. Her only regret? That she might not get more time with him.

Fearing a negative reaction, Jane braced herself. But Carson pulled her close instead, his arms protective as they encircled her body and a low possessive growl rumbled in his throat. She felt a happy shiver run along her spine just then, so she nuzzled him more deeply, allowing her body to get close to his for another moment. He spoke to her reassuringly, letting her know that he’d help her if it was needed. She worried about that though, however she was also extremely grateful. He definitely wasn’t the typical abusive ex boyfriend and given that she found the trucker to be a kind soul… she felt badly that she could be placing him in danger. There really was no telling what he would do.

Stroking her hair, Carson pulled Jane close once again. She welcomed the contact, the intimacy. He then laid back down, holding her tightly in his arms. Letting out a tiny sigh, she let her head rest against his chest. She could hear his hear beating within his chest, feel the rhythmic rise and fall as he breathed.

“Simon isn’t to be underestimated, Carson,” Jane whispered, her pale eyes closed, her body only just starting to relax. She wanted to sleep, but she wanted Carson to understand the potential dangers. To not be taken off guard. “But yes, I’m tired. Just… well…” she nuzzled him a little and bit down on her lip shyly. “Just thank you. For everything.”

~~~

Simon drove along the road, his speed decreasing. Slowly, slowly. His chocolate-colored eyes caught sight of the sign in the distance. Just then there was a flash of lightning.

Red Mills 1 mile

“I know you’re there, my little Jane,” Simon whispered to himself, a small chuckle passing over his lips. He glanced at the box on the passenger’s seat and grinned. “Not my fault you gave her cash the other day. Maybe next time you’ll think twice.”

At that, Simon snapped his mouth shut. He tilted his head a little and looked at the picture of Jane on his dashboard. His heart began to race as memories of what they’d once had and shared began to flood is very demented mind.

“Oh that’s right,” Simon suddenly added. “You can’t think any more. You can’t do anything any more.” His baritone voice resonated throughout his vehicle.

Soon, Simon would reach Red Mills. Soon, he’d be able to watch. Wait. Wait. Wait for that perfect moment, that moment where he could strike upon his prey.
 
“Simon isn’t to be underestimated, Carson,” Jane whispered. “But yes, I’m tired. Just… well…” she nuzzled him a little and bit down on her lip shyly. “Just thank you. For everything.”

"Okay," said Carson again, just a little bit distracted by her nuzzling. How bad could this guy be? He decided he might need to be a little bit more careful, but also that he didn't know enough to make a really good judgment. These guys could really mess their girls up. On the other hand, Jane might be right.

"And you're welcome," he added, smiling down at her and kissing her lips softly. For just a moment, he was slightly torn. Had she slept with to say "thank you"? The thought made him guilty. But there was more to them than that, he also decided. They had just met, but sometimes people just fit each other. He still believed in that.

He kept stroking her hair, as his own eyes began to droop. Not as young as you once were, Carson. "Now sleep, Jane," he told her. "We'll have a lot to do tomorrow." He closed his eyes and held her tight.
 
Jane cuddled close to Carson, thoroughly enjoying the way he was running his fingers through her long hair, the way he held her, touched her. Being with him as she was felt nice. No, it was more than that. It felt natural. And the sex… she honestly hadn’t felt so compatible with someone in quite some time, so connected. She wondered if he’d felt it as well. Time would tell, she supposed. Still, he hadn’t cast her out after all was said and done. In fact, he promised to help her further. He also didn’t balk when she told him about Simon. Granted, she didn’t even begin to tell him the half of it. Though, it still said something about his character that he stood by his earlier word. And the way he continued to keep her in his arms only added to her view of his character, further solidifying her thoughts on the sort of guy he was.

‘The kind I’d like to get to know and maybe get serious with,’ Jane thought to herself with an inward smile. She wondered how farfetched such a thing might be. Given her situation, probably very. She couldn’t keep him in the dark forever about Simon. He’d have to learn the details in the morning. There was no way around that. Besides, she didn’t like endangering this man. He was too good, worth more than being treated in such a lackadaisical manner.

“Yeah…” Jane answered, her eyes closing as she rested her weight against Carson’s body. “We do. I have a lot to tell you too,” she added before she finally allowed herself to accept Carson’s warmth and the sleep she so desperately needed overtake her.

~~~

Simon’s dark eyes glinted with the reflection of his headlights as he made his way into Red Mills. The sleepy little town was as quiet as a tomb. Not to mention as eerily dark as one too. Nearly everything was shrouded in darkness.

‘How ironic,’ Simon thought to himself. He glanced over at the box next to him and smiled at it. “Oh now, you have to admit, it is rather amusing.” He reached out a hand and gave it a pat.

The storm hadn’t let up yet, the rain pouring all over everything. But that hardly mattered. Simon felt invigorated by the weather, the intensity of what mother nature was doling out upon the world. He had to respect such a being. After all, those who tended to cross her got fucked in the end. Just then he let out a chuckle.

More irony.

Simon couldn’t help but compare the similarities between himself and his darling Jane. Jane. How he missed her. The girl just didn’t understand. But, she would in time. She’d see. The only place for her was by his side. Anywhere else was just… well, wrong. He needed for her to see reason, to understand why this was true. He loved her, adored her. He craved her. Never had he ever wanted a woman as he’d wanted her. She was beyond decadent a rare jewel amongst the most precious.

“Ah Jane…” Simon sighed as he picked up her picture and stared at it. “You always were a stubborn one, needing to learn things the hard way.” He paused before returning the picture to his dashboard. “I wish you’d just let me love you.”

At that, Simon began to slowly drive through Red Mills. He knew Jane was there. He could feel it, sense it. As he rolled through the town, he went on full alert, his eyes looking for signs of his beloved’s whereabouts.

“Odd…..” Simon whispered to himself when he caught sight of a large truck parked near an old divey diner. “I wonder,” he said, but his voice trailed. Pulling up to the large vehicle, he turned off the engine and slowly got out.

Simon glanced about himself. No one was even remotely in sight. It was dark save the lightning, so grinning he walked up to the truck and climbed up, ever so quietly so that he could peer into the windows. On the seat he saw a jacket. One he recognized almost immediately. It was his. At that, he turned to look at his own car. A bit giddy, he jumped down and rushed to get the box he’d left inside it. Opening the passenger door and then lifting the top of the box, his smile broadened.

“Ah poor Jim. This is what happens when you try to aid a friend.” Simon reached into the box and grabbed something. Making his way over to the truck, he noticed that the window was slightly cracked, just enough fro him to slip something through it and onto the seat.

Chuckling, Simon made his back to his car. He turned on the engine and drove out of the parking lot. Pleased with himself, his only disappointment would be that he wouldn’t get to see his Jane’s reaction when she found the present he left for her.
 
Carson woke early, as usual. He generally hit the road between 5:45 and 6:30, depending on what kind of breakfast was available, and what was on his schedule. He grinned as he saw Jane sprawled atop him, taking a moment to stroke her hair. It had been a really long time.

He gently rolled her over, then went over to the cab's small sink and kitchenette. He had some frozen food he could defrost, but decided to treat Jane to a diner breakfast. Louie would probably give her the trucker's special if he asked nice. The thought warmed him. A good way to make a fresh start. Somehow they'd figure out what to do about the ex. Maybe the cops?...

So he made a pot of strong coffee instead. As he saw Jane slowly stir, he grinned at her. "Morning," he said. "Sleep okay? Making us coffee, and then I'm getting you some breakfast at the diner."

There was something in the air, though. Something not quite right. Had an animal gotten into the truck? There was a faint foul odor over the aroma of the coffee. He hadn't noticed it at first.

"You smell that?" he asked as he got them both cups.
 
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