I climbed in beside Joe and leaned back heavily in the seat. The strain of being so close, and yet so far apart, was beginning to wear on me. No matter whether we were getting along or arguing, on the verge of giving in to the attraction, or bickering like children… the tension was always there, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could bear it.

“You don’t mind if I try to catch a few winks?” I asked, shifting uncomfortably as he started up the engine and took the wheel in his hands. I loved the sight of them, almost as much as the sensations they could give. They were rough and veined… big enough to span my waist, strong enough to pick me up. The last few hours with him had only made me want him more. If only we could get past…

“Here,” he said, taking my arm and pulling me closer. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and tipped me over until my head was resting on his lap. “You can’t get any sleep at all sitting up in a damned truck with bad shocks.” He stroked my hair as I started to rise back up. “Just lay down and rest, Maggie. I’m not a goddamned animal…”

I shifted so that I was resting on my back, at least. Somehow it seemed less intimate. Until I looked up to see his eyes flicker down at me.

My knees were bent, resting against the back of the seat. I could feel my breasts, curving heavily to the sides. I let my eyes move slowly up the length of his body, and I could see the outline of the hard muscles I’d had right under my hands… against my naked skin. I knew how his flesh felt, and his scent filled my lungs. It seemed to reach right into my core and heat my very center. He smiled down at me, letting his eyes linger before looking back to the road.

“How’s Ryan doing?” he asked. I could feel his thigh muscles stiffen as he pushed on the gas.

“He and Henry have hit it off,” I answered, thoroughly distracted by the gentle bouncing motion of my head against his crotch. “They’ve got a lot in common…”

“So do you and my brother.”

It took a minute to register. “Ryan… and me?”

“You’ve always been close, Maggie. And he hasn’t dated anyone that I’ve been aware of, ever since you left.”

“He’s my friend, Joe. It’s never been more than that.” I smiled up at him, feeling for the first time, like he was the one at the disadvantage. “I thought I’d made my preference of Decker men pretty clear…”

Or maybe not…

I rolled onto my side and curled my body toward him. I could feel his cock thickening against my cheek. I reached my hand up under his shirt and hit hard, defined muscle.

“Fuck, Maggie,” he shot out, as he jerked the wheel straight. “You were supposed to be tired.”

“But I’m not now,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “You really want me to take a nap?” I purred. “I can think of better things to do.”

His cock was rock hard by now, and I could feel it, throbbing and eager. I unzipped his jeans and he sprang free. Thick and huge, it was dark and heavily veined. I’d never seen it so close. I’d never seen any cock so close. He reached down…

“Hands on the wheel,” I demanded, enjoying my newly found power. “If you crash my truck, I’ll have no choice but to fire you.”

“Christ…”

I’d slipped my mouth over him before he could stop me. His heat, along with the taste of him, was as overwhelming as his size. It was new… everything was new… but I moved with the drive of instinct. Taking his base with my hands and wrapping them tightly around him, I used my mouth to cover the rest. The hunger inside made me greedy for more, and I started to move on him. The vibration of the truck made my nipples tingle and my clit harden. When I got my first taste of his slippery precum, I was utterly lost.

“Oh fuck, baby…” His voice was harsh with pent-up desire. I tightened my cheeks against him and felt him spread his thighs in response. His hips lifted and he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I ached to climb on top and straddle him, but even I didn’t dare take that kind of risk. He reached one hand inside my tee and cupped one breast. I tasted salt and musk…

“Stop, Maggie,” I heard him beg. I felt his hand tighten hard on my flesh. “Fuck… Don’t make me come… This isn’t the time, baby.” He eased me off his glistening length. The head was dark and huge. I wanted more…

“No… not here… not like this,” he worked hard to get the words out. “I’ll roll the goddamned truck, if you go on.”

He looked down at me, taking in the picture of my face next to his rampant erection. He exhaled through his teeth, his expression dark and threatening. Then he reached his hand down between my legs… under the tattered edge of my shorts and dipped his fingers into my hot, wet pussy. It was my turn to gasp, as my walls grasped and clenched in desperation.

“But I like... how you… taste,” I gasped, drawing out his torture and mine.

He slid his fingers in deep, curving them around my mound and squeezed his hand. He had my swelling clit trapped in his rough palm. He squeezed again hard, savoring the transition of power. Then he drew his fingers out and put them up to his own lips, tasting them and smiling with the look of savage, promising desire…

“Then I guess that makes us even, baby girl.”