I press my legs together, trying to quiet the ache, but it only grows.
I imagine the sound of him stepping into the truck, the roughness of his voice, the way his hands might explore me without hesitation.
And I touch myself.
At first, just a few teasing strokes. Then slower, deeper. I circle my clit as my breath hitches. Pleasure builds with every pass.
After a moment, I reach for my phone and open the voice recorder app.
Because maybe—just maybe—I want to give him a preview.
I hit record.
A soft moan escapes my lips as I keep touching, teasing, picturinghim.The faceless man in the mask who somehow knows every secret craving I’ve been too scared to admit to anyone else.
By the time I stop, seven and a half minutes have passed.
Oops.
I send the voice message anyway.
Then I sit up, tug the blindfold over my eyes, and bind my wrists loosely with the hair tie—just enough to keep me honest.
My breathing is quick now. My heart pounds against my ribs like it’s trying to escape.
This is real. This is happening.
And I’m ready.
God help me… I’msoready.
I shift on the bed, feel the cool sheets beneath me, and wait.
Seconds stretch like hours.
Somewhere out there, he’s coming for me.
And when he does?
I’m going to let him ruin me.
Even though I’ve never seen his face.
Does that make me bad?
Maybe.
Or maybe it just means I’m about to have the hottest night of my life.
18
HUNTER
“So, you’re telling Faith—I mean,Luna—who you really are tonight, right?” Ty says to me on the speakerphone as I drive. “Or is ‘Trucker Thor’ just going to do this thing on his own?”
I spray myself with a new bottle of cologne I picked up tonight as I pull up to a stop sign. I need to mask my scent in case Faith smelled me when I accidentally walked by the rollup area tonight. My thoughts have been racing all day.
“I haven’t decided yet,” I say. “It’s going to be a snap decision.”
