But insomething.
She loves Thor the trucker. Not Hunter Holloway, the cocky, wounded athlete who fought her dad in church. She doesn’t know the truth yet.
But she will.
Time to come clean. To end the charade. It’s the right thing to do—and then maybe we can see what’s real between us.
Just then, my phone buzzes with a message from her.
A voice memo.
I tap it, and the sound flows through my truck’s Bluetooth speakers. And holy hell—one second in and I know exactly what it is.
She took my instructions. And she went one better.
She recorded herself pleasuring herself for me.
All of my blood shoots straight to my cock. That sweet voice of hers has been seducing me since day one. And now her soft moans are filling my truck, heating my skin, shortening my breath.
I’m rock hard. Palming myself through my jeans. Imagining her lying on that bed in the back of the semi, blindfolded, touching herself forme.
No.
ForThor.
I listen to the whole thing. Every second of it. And it’s well over the minute I instructed her to go.
Naughty, naughty girl.
There will be consequences for that.
I kill the engine, open the door, and step out into the warm night. Stars stretch out over the field, and the only sound is the faint chirp of crickets.
Well. Let’s see if we can change that.
I get a sudden rush of anxiety and start second-guessing everything.
Maybe I should get back in my truck. Leave. Make up some excuse—say something came up. Let Thor fade into a sexy memory she forgets in a few weeks.
But then I think about our conversations. The way she talks to me when it’s just Thor and Luna. No expectations. No masks—except for the literal one. And somehow, with her, it’s like I’m more myself than I’ve ever been.
She doesn’t want my money.
She just wantsme. The dirty-talking, truck-driving, fantasy-weaving man she trusts enough to strip for.
And that…that is hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I exhale. I’ve got to tell her the truth.
Now or never.
I open the truck door and shut it softly behind me.
Her breaths are the first thing I hear. Soft. Shaky. Waiting.
I ease the curtain open just enough to peer through.
There she is.
