Stalked by the Trucker: A Daddy Kink Short Story by Emma Bray

Author:Emma Bray [Bray, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-06-15T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER

FOUR

Bronx

The sun is a lazy spectator, slinking away behind the endless stretch of highway as I pull us into the safe harbor of this deserted truck stop. It’s just me and London now, the world outside fading to a blur. She's curled up in my lap, her slender body fitting against mine like she's always belonged there. The cab of my Peterbilt is our secret cocoon. The hum of idling engines and distant laughter from other drivers can't touch us here.

"Bronx," she whispers, her voice a sigh against my neck, and damn if it doesn’t send shivers right through me. Her fingers trace the lines of my salt-and-pepper beard, and I can't help but lean into her touch. Every rough edge in me softens at her caress.

"London," I murmur back, my hands exploring the curve of her waist, feeling her shudder under my touch. Everything about her screams delicate, but I know better. There’s steel in this girl, a fiery core that keeps her standing tall no matter what life throws her way. I pull her closer, lips finding hers in a kiss that starts out slow but quickly heats up, igniting something raw and desperate within us both.

It's a dance we're perfecting, her small frame against my bulk, a contrast that only seems to pull us tighter together. My world narrows down to the taste of her, the sweet scent that clings to her pink hair, and the way her nails dig slightly into my shoulders as if she's afraid I'll slip away.

Not a chance in hell.

"Fuck, Bronx..." she gasps between kisses, and that's all the invitation I need to lose myself in her, to let the hunger take over. But then⁠—

"Look what we have here."

That voice, snide and unwelcome, slices through our haze of lust like a cold blade. We freeze, London's breath hitching in her throat as recognition dawns on her face, mirroring my own shock. Our bubble bursts, leaving us exposed, and I'd do anything to claw back that privacy.

"Isn't this a quaint picture?" The old acquaintance from London's past leers at us through the window, his shadow looming over our intimate sanctuary. His grin is wide, vicious, and I feel London's body tense against mine. Her brown eyes are wide, the flicker of fear in them igniting my rage.

I gently push London behind me, a human barrier between her and the past snapping at our heels. "Get lost," I growl, but the bastard outside just laughs, the sound grating against my nerves like sandpaper.

"Bronx, isn't it?" he sneers, his voice oozing contempt. "You think you know her? Little Miss Innocent?"

Anger flares hot and fierce in my gut, but I keep it leashed tight. Can't afford to lose it, not when London's counting on me. My hands curl into fists, knuckles white with the effort of restraint.

"Spit it out if you've got something to say," I snap, voice low, dangerous. I'm not about to let this prick rattle me. Not in front of London.

"Ah, where to begin.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.