Road Trip - Southern Belles Part 3 (Erotic Romance Series) Read online

  He lay next to her, his fingers gently playing with her nipple, watching it harden and pebble under his fingertips. He flicked it. She felt her sex moistening, her belly churning, wanting him inside her. But he liked to play, first. And he played oh so good!

  His fingers danced across her tummy, rubbing circles around her belly button. She shivered. She felt like she was floating on air, he was so big and yet so tender. Annie looked over at him her breath quickening, her body shivering. He had that crooked smile on his face, looking into her eyes, his hands moving down her belly, she squirmed.

  “Annie?”

  ‘What, baby?”

  “Are there any more secrets, anything else you want to tell me?”

  “Mmm...I don’t think so, why?”

  “Cause I want to know you, honey. All of you. Your thoughts, your dreams, your desires, the way you want to live, your favorite food, what you ate for breakfast, everything. Just everything about you, darlin’. I love you so much.”

  She jumped up on him, straddling his tummy and put his face in her hands. She bent down and ran her tongue along his lips, whispering through her kisses, crushing the words on his mouth. “Honey, we have our whole life to learn about that, but right now, I want you to just fuck me.”

  “Annie!” he exclaimed. He wasn’t used to her talking like that. She giggled. It surprised her too. With an open smile, he grabbed her hips and lifted her up and guided her onto his now hard cock. She shuddered; forget playing… she wanted him now. With her knees on each side of him, she steadied her hands on his chest, and slid her wet pussy effortlessly onto him, “God that’s so fuckin’ hot.” moaning as she felt his cock enter her inch by incredible inch. “Fuck!”

  He grabbed her hips with both hands, gently rocking inside her, then thrusting in and out, then rocking again, his body trembling with each stroke. He looked up at her, her long brown hair fell over her pert nipples. The smile on her face melted his heart as she looked down at him, her bright blue eyes full of love and contentment. He shivered. God, what an angel!

  Annie grabbed his shoulders, gyrating against him with an intense passion she didn’t know she had. She wanted to feel his whole cock pounding deep inside, none of this pansy play-full stuff.

  “Fuck me! Tommy, please…honey… just fuck me, hard! Baby, I want it all and I want it hard!” as she slammed her hips against his, feeling the force of his huge cock pounding into her. Her head spun with pleasure. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! Like this!” With every thrust, he plunged his manhood deeper inside, his hands forcefully grabbing her hips, pumping wildly, filling her sex with every inch of him.

  Her orgasm came with such a force; she lost all control. With each hard stroke, waves of pleasure engulfed her entire body. Wildly convulsing as the ripples of orgasm tore through her body, she screamed as his thick cock plunged into her, harder and deeper, taking her places she had never been. “Fuck! Tommy, God, ahhh… fuck - ”

  He cried out, “Jesus! Oh, God, Annie!” With a loud guttural moan, his whole body tightened and shook, thrusting every inch of him deeper inside. He convulsed and jerked as his hot seed burst into her. His hands held her ass tightly, grinding passionately until every last drop of his hot come was deep inside.

  She fell on top of his chest, panting, shaking, and gasping for air. The electricity ran through her veins, arousing every nerve, making her tremble as she tried to catch her breath.

  He held her on top of him, caressing her back, her body spent. “Damn, honey,” he breathed. “Where the hell did that come from? You are freaking amazing!”

  She looked up at him, trembling, and smiled. “I love you so much, Tommy, I can’t stand it. You make me crazy, you’re dick is so – oh, fuck! Let’s get married. Now.”

  He chuckled. Looking into her half-closed eyes, feeling a little sex drunk himself, he leaned down and kissed her head, his heart felt beating out of his chest. “Just tell me when, Angel. I would marry you right now if the Preacher were here.”

  She sighed “Oh, God, oh, Jesus.” Hugging him tightly, her body melted into his chest. She was spent, her pussy aching, her heart pounding. “Ok, baby,” she whispered as he held her against his nakedness. “I love you so much.”

  Catching her breath, she looked over at him, “Didn’t you say you found Marti?”

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  Chapter 4

  Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome Arrogant Asshole sat down in the booth right in front of Marti. She scowled. He looks a bit cocky with that swagger. Asshole.

  He smiled and nodded at her. She grimaced. He smiled again. She grimaced again. He noticed she was drinking her tea like it was laced with whiskey. Maybe it was whiskey. He chuckled to himself. She frowned.

  He stood up and walked toward her. Shit! She didn’t feel like talking to anybody, especially some asshole who walked like he owned the place.

  “Hello”, as he put out his hand to shake hers. “Why such ugly faces on an amazingly beautiful lady?”

  “’Scuse me? You always talk to strangers?” She snapped, with a bit of attitude.

  “Oh, I’m sorry; I didn’t realize you were strange.” He joked. “Are you from around here?”

  “Yes, I’m from this hell hole.” She sneered. “What’s it to ya?”

  “Nothing really, I just saw this beautiful lady sitting over here by herself; I thought maybe she might want some company. Someone to help her get that mad dog look off her beautiful face. You got a name?”

  “Yeah, I got a name. What is this…twenty questions?”

  “No” he laughed. “My name is Nick, Nick Vargas. Nice to meet you, uh – what should I call you?”

  “Marti, Marti Odell. Sorry to be such a bitch, but this is been a really rough week.”

  “Marti? As in your parents wanted you to be a boy?”

  Giving him the mad dog look again, “No smart ass, my name’s Martha, everyone who’s anyone calls me Marti”

  “Alright then… it’s Marti.” His smile lit up. “Well, Marti, are you hungry? Would you do the honor of having lunch with me?”

  “Sure, why not? Have a seat.”

  As Nick sat down, Marti looked him over from head to toe. Damn! He’s gorgeous. He was about six-two, six-three, his skin was the color of an espresso with little bit of extra cream, black wavy hair fell on his brow and big dark eyes glistened in the sunlight peeking through the blinds. Wonder what he was doing around these parts.

  “You come here often?” Marti asked in a snappy tone. He was beautiful, way too handsome to be a truck driver; the only drivers Marti had ever seen around town were big, burly men who needed to shower really bad.

  “No, Marti, this is my first time around these parts.”

  “So, what are you doing here? You don’t look like a truck driver.”

  “I don’t? What do I look like?” he laughed. She’s feisty.

  “You look like a guy who doesn’t drive a truck, that’s for sure.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment, but for now, I’m a truck driver. My business is booming and I need to get some cargo to the west coast ASAP. My drivers are buried right now.”

  “Your drivers?” Hmmm…he was starting to sound a bit more interesting.

  “Yes, my drivers, my family owns a freight company, Vargas International, ever heard of it?”

  “No, I really don’t know anything about freight companies.”

  “Well,” he paused…“with this crappy economy, a lot of smaller freight companies have fallen by the wayside, so we’re really busy. Great problem to have, I just can’t find enough drivers to cover all the loads, so I am hauling this one myself. I’m actually on my way to L.A.”

  She perked up. “L.A.? You’re going to L.A.? Like today?”

  “Yeah, I’m on my way to the beautiful city of Los Angeles.” He smiled. She noticed a little accent on the Los Angeles.

  “How about some company? I’d love to go to L.A.!” She smiled and winked. Hell yeah! I could get out of this god-forsaken town and get across coun
try with this fine specimen of a man. What could it hurt?

  “You really want to go to L.A.?” He asked, a bit surprised a beautiful lady like her didn’t have anything or anyone tying her down.

  She jumped up, grabbed her bag and said “I’m ready! Let’s go!”

  Holy shit! This was the first time Nick saw her standing and when he saw Marti’s curvy figure and big round ass, he almost choked. Hijo de la…he thought in Spanish. Mamma Mia! Nearly choking on his own breath, “I thought we were going to grab a bite to eat?”

  “Oh yeah, let’s do that first. Duh!!” she rolled her eyes and sat back down. Her curly red hair fell onto her face, he instinctively reached over to move it and she jumped. “Hey, watch out! Why you gotta go touching me and all?”

  They ordered their food to go and as they were waiting, they chatted about the weather being so hot for fall. It was hot. Marti was sticking to her shorts and tank top in the high humidity. She couldn’t figure out how Nick could even stand to be in those jeans. Though he did look quite yummy in them.

  He paid for their lunch and they walked out to his truck. He had a brand new semi truck with a brand new trailer hooked up to the back of it. It was a metallic cherry red color that shone in the sunlight. Oh, hell yeah! Perfect ride to the city of her dreams!

  Marti peeked at him through the corner of her eye. He was freakin’ gorgeous. His body was thin, but built. Definitely a six pack up under that t-shirt. His arms were muscular and his butt, well, his butt was perfect. It pooched out at just the right angle melding into his muscular long legs. Shit! Shit! He’s fine! She giggled to herself. She didn’t want him to know the thoughts she was having. She just wanted to get out of there and get on the road, hoping he wasn’t a crazed killer or something.

  Nick opened the passenger door and helped Marti up the steps. Her round ass was in his face and he couldn’t resist. His hand grazed her bottom as she was going up the steps “Hey now!” she swatted his hand away, wondering if she had made the right decision.

  She was finally leaving Georgia and it was a relief. She was almost twenty nine years old and had lived in Mountain View all her life. She knew just about everyone and there was absolutely nothing there for her anymore. Yes, she loved her mama, but times are a-changin' and Mama would understand. She exhaled.

  As they pulled away, Nick hooked up his iPod to the truck speakers and soft Latin music started to play.

  After a crappy week in a hotel and the horrible day she had, Marti was exhausted. The soft music and the rhythmic bouncing of the truck gently rocked her to sleep.

  The truck jolted and she woke up, startled. When did she doze off? How long had she been sleeping? It was dark outside. How long had they been driving? “Dude, why did you let me sleep so much? Where are we? Where are we going?”

  He looked over at her, slobber on her cheek, her hair disheveled. He smiled. “Go ahead and sleep, I just need to refuel”. She had been sleeping for the last 3 hours.

  Nick pulled into a bay to refuel and grabbed his iPad to log his miles. Marti scooted over toward him and watched as he entered the information in the tablet. “Hey that’s cool, you do your business on an iPad?”

  “Si, Marta, it’s the new thing. It sends all the information directly to corporate so we don’t have to worry about paperwork or logs or anything. Real easy to use. See?” showing her the display. “Now they know where I am and how long I’ve been driving.”

  Good, then they will know where to find me if he’s a freak.

  “So like…where are you from? You speak Spanish, are you from Spain or something? You called me Marta. Is that Spanish for Marti?”

  He laughed, “No, Chiquita, my family is from Mexico, but I was born in East Los Angeles.”

  “Cool, uhm,” she paused, biting her lip, “Does this place have a bathroom?”

  “Sure does.” He opened his door and stepped down out of the truck, walking around to open the passenger door. “Come on, I’ll show you,” as he took her hand and helped her down the steps and out of the truck.

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  Chapter 5

  Marti planned on freshening up in the bathroom, but she really wanted to take a hot shower, she felt dirty and sticky and needed to do something with her unruly hair. Maybe I can find a shower somewhere?

  She gestured to a few small cottage-looking mini houses on the far side of the parking lot. “What’s that over there?”

  He smiled. “It’s a hotel. For long haul for drivers who need to get some rest and cleaned up before they get back on the road, but anyone can stay there for the night,” he winked. “You want to go see them? They’re actually pretty nice.”

  She scrunched up her face. “No, really, I gotta go pee, wash up, get this slobber off my face. You, know, girl stuff.” They laughed. “Right this way, Chiquita.”

  The big double doors swung open to the most amazing truck stop Marti had ever seen. There was a convenience store, a fast food burger joint, a bank, a salon and Mexican restaurant. She saw signs pointing the way to the showers, food, supplies, and a parts department. She felt like she had walked right into a shopping mall. “This is a truck stop? They sure do make ‘em nice around here.”

  The cashier was standing by the door of the convenience store. She ran up to Nick, and hugged him. “Hola, Tio! What are you doing here? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!" She was a beautiful Hispanic gal about 20 years old with long black hair and dark, piercing eyes. She shot a menacing look at Marti, who was looking a little raggedy in her tank top and cut off jeans.

  Marti forced a smile, who is Tio?

  Nick, glanced at Marti, sliding his arm around her waist, “Marti, This is my niece, Maria. Maria, my friend, Marti.” She managed another fake smile, sticking out her hand to shake the young girl’s hand. Maria ignored it.

  “Nice to meet you, Maria.” Dang! I hope I don’t have to put up with this niece too long.

  As they walked toward the restroom, his hand across her shoulders, she looked up at him, “So, she’s your niece? Do you live here or something?"

  "No, Peach, I live right outside Memphis. Trucking country."

  "So you have family here in Georgia, Mississippi, where the hell are we, anyway?”

  "Mississippi and yes, I have family here. And Peaches, why do you ask so many questions?"

  She smiled. She glanced at Nick. He was staring at her.

  “What’s so funny?"

  "Nothing, just thinking.”

  “About what?"

  “Mountain View. I haven’t left Georgia since I was a kid and we went to some stupid cowboy rodeo thing. Now I am finally out of that ungodly place.”

  “It didn’t seem that bad, why did you leave?"

  “Long story and I gotta pee!” as she rushed into the restroom.

  She came out of the bathroom, freshened up; her hair piled on top of her head, little fuzzy red tendrils curling along her neck and looked around for Nick. Where is he? I hope he didn’t leave me... She found him in the restaurant, talking to an older lady. He smiled and waved her over.

  Okay, so what part of his family is gonna scowl at me now? I’ve barely known this guy for a few hours and his niece already hates me!

  He stood up as she reached the table. “Marti, this is my sister, Rosie.” She smiled at her, putting her hand out. “Hello Marti, mucho gusto.”

  “Howdy, Miss Rosie, glad to meet you!” She stuck out her hand and shook it.

  “Miss Rosie, I like that.” The older woman smiled at Marti. Looking up at Nick, she asked “Are you here for a while?”

  “Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately,” winking at Marti, “Yes. We are here for the night.”

  Marti quickly glanced up at him. “What do you mean we’re here for the night?”

  “Nothing serious, Preciosa, we have to stay here just for tonight. That’s one thing about the iPad sending information directly to corporate. With the GPS, I can’t lie about the hours I drive. The DOT really cracks down on us. We’ll be
leaving first thing in the morning.” He said goodbye to Rosie and they walked outside toward the small cottages.

  “I took the liberty of renting you a cottage for the night. Don’t worry; I’ll sleep in the cab. I’ll go get your things, and you can get a good night’s sleep before we leave in the morning.” He opened the door for her and turned on the light. “I hope this suits you well, Peach.”

  As he turned to walk to the truck for her things, Marti watched him. He was so sexy and such a gentleman. His arrogant walk wasn’t actually arrogance at all. It was confidence, and it showed in everything he did.

  She wondered if he had a girlfriend, wife, lover? She wanted to rock his world. If only for one night! Dammit! She didn't want to fuck this guy she barely met a few hours ago, but he was amazing and he treated her like she was the only girl in the world!

  He walked back to the cottage with her things. Grabbing her bag, her hand grazed the front of his pants and he smiled. God, he was hot! She put her things on the bed, Nick watched her, thinking of was how beautiful and perfect his new found lady friend was. He turned to walk away. “Aren’t you staying?”

  “No, Peach, I’ll sleep in the truck, I don’t want to intrude.”

  “Ha, you’re no intrusion; I mean, why not sleep on a nice soft bed? You have to drive tomorrow. I promise I won’t touch you,” she grinning sheepishly. Waving her hand in the direction of the bathroom, she grabbed some clothes out of her bag, “I’m just gonna jump in the shower real quick.”

  “Sure thing.” Turning on the TV, looking for some news, he kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the bed, wondering what he just got himself into.

  The mirror in the bathroom went from floor to ceiling. Marti stopped in front of it to take a peek. Looking at herself, she reached up to let her hair fall. Her curly red hair reached down to her ass, her unblemished skin was white as snow and her breasts were full and still perky. She lifted a heavy boob and smiled, rubbing her nipples in her fingertips, gently squeezing them. She giggled.