Page 13 of Midnight Confessions
“Thanks.” We hang up the phone as I come upon a rest area. Most of the truckers are already bedded down seeing as how the sun is setting. I merge to my area, park in the allotted spot, and through me hopping out of the truck and checking on the bison before climbing back in, Genevieve sleeps. I push the center console up, unbuckle her belt, and pull her into my arms as I recline my seat. Shit is damn uncomfortable, but for a few hours, it’ll do.
TWELVE
GENEVIEVE
The lull of the diesel and the whirl of driving down the road had me asleep halfway into our trip. I’d wake up for a few minutes and then fall right back into dreamland. The last time I woke up, Amos was pulling me into his arms and telling me to go back to sleep. I did, easily, probably too easily considering he’s the one who did all of the driving.
“We’re home, sweetheart.” I stayed awake after the last nap at the rest area. When Amos woke up, I got up to walk around the trailer a few times while he gave the bison more water and food. Then we both went to the restroom, grabbed a snack to keep me awake and keep him company. Apparently, that didn’t happen since I’m peeling my eyes open, and we’re parked near the house.
“Crap, I didn’t mean to sleep the ride away.”My body is protesting making any movements even though I really need to stretch. I deal with the pain, lifting my arms above my head and taking a minute to let the stars explode behind my eyes. I let out a low moan, feeling good as my back pops.
“Kind of boring ride at night, Genevieve. Go on up to the house, grab a shower and slide into my bed. I’m going to turn the bison out in the pasture before I join you.” I blink my eyes awake yet squint as the interior lights turn on. It’s then I realize he’s pulled around to the front of the house near my car. I parked to the side of the circular driveway, and now I’ve realized why they have it built this way. It sure makes it easier than turning around when the farm is busy with people coming and going.
“Let me grab our bags, and then you can be on your way,” I offer, ready to help at some point.
“Not happening. I’ve got plenty of shit in my bathroom for you to use. There’s a spare toothbrush in the drawer, and help yourself to my clothes. Not that you’ll have them on too long.” Amos drags his tongue along his lower lip. There’s a promise in his eyes, and my tiredness instantly vanishes, in its place none other than desire.
“Amos.” My voice is husky. I’m ready for him to take me right here and now.
“Fuck yeah, you like that, don’t you.” Hishand slides beneath my hair, massaging the back of my neck with his thick fingers.
“Yeah, I do. Please hurry. It’s been too long already.” I refer to him being inside me. It feels like a lifetime, yet it’s barely been a day. Sitting next to him on the long ride to and from made me realize that while we have great conversations, it’s also a double-edged sword because there’s not too much touching you can do.
“Don’t worry, Genevieve, I’ll be inside your sweet little body soon enough. Even if you’re sleeping. I’ll wake you up with my cock gliding in and out of your wet pussy. Maybe you’ll wake up, maybe you won’t, maybe I’ll fall asleep seated deep inside only to take you again when I feel the need.” His words are a statement. He’s always made good on his word, and this he’ll one hundred percent do, which means I need to somehow manage to get inside. You know, without falling walking up the steps.
“Amos.”
“Yeah, you’ll be saying my name, too, sweetheart. Just.” Kiss. “Like.” Another kiss. “That.” He gives me one last kiss, and then he’s out of the truck, coming to open my door. I get myself together, grabbing my purse and a handful of items to help in some capacity when my door opens.
“Woman, drop all that. The only thing you need is your phone and birth control pills. I’ll grab everything else later.” He takes everythingout of my hands minus my purse, which also holds my medicine I take every night at the same time, except for today or yesterday.
“Fine.” I drop the few bags I gathered, then scoot out of my seat. Amos’ hands grip my hips, and he lowers me to the ground. But instead of getting back in the truck to drive it down to the barn, he walks me up the few steps of the massive front porch, opens the door, and guides me in.
“Be back soon, sweetheart. Keep the bed warm for me.” He presses me inside and closes the door after him. I take in the living room, seeing it in a different light now that Sienna is living with Trey. Her little touches are gone. The place is kind of bare now that there isn’t a throw here and pillows there. Still, I’m surrounded by Amos’ scent. I take a deep breath, inhaling the woodsy scent mixed with leather and a touch of orange. The tips of my fingers trail along the banister as I take the stairs toward his bedroom. Sienna’s has always been downstairs, along with the spare bedrooms. Amos took the master years ago. Along the walls are images of landscapes, animals, and the barn printed in black and white.
I make it up the stairs and down the hall. The lamps in the living room are lighting my path, and when I make it to Amos’ bedroom, I almost run straight to the bed, where I can faceplant and soak in my surroundings. As much as I want to do exactly that, I don’t. This room is exactly him—dark wood furniture, deep green bedding, andwhat looks like the same beige walls carried throughout the rest of the house. I drop my purse on his dresser. “Time to get nosy in order to find a shirt,” I say to the empty room. It only takes me two tries until I land on a white cotton shirt, pulling it out and bringing it to my nose. This might seem pathetic to most, but for a girl like me, who never thought a man like Amos would take notice, it's everything.
I shuffle through my purse, grabbing my birth control packet to take to the bathroom with me. I didn’t think to bring a glass of water, so I’ll have to use my hand to cup some and swallow my pill. A few short steps, and I’m flipping on the light in the bathroom. Sienna or Trey must have flipped a couple of the lamps on throughout the house before we made it home.
“Holy shit.” I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is every which way, standing up in a way that has static electricity calling me out. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts, and start stripping out of my clothes. I’ll deal with my rat’s nest later. There’s no way Amos has conditioner, which means no washing my hair tonight. It doesn’t take me long to undress then walk over to the shower. The rest of the house has had a few updates along the way, but the shower, there’s only one word for it:luxurious. Two shower heads, glass doors, and tile all the way to the ceiling. My body relaxes as I think about the hot water raining down on me, and I step inside. Theway Amos moves, I’m going to be lucky to get my shower done with and to be lying in bed when he’s finished with the bison. I have no doubt he’ll unhook the trailer, too, as well as clean up the mess inside of the truck. Still, it makes me move, more than ready to be in Amos’ bed and in his arms again.
THIRTEEN
AMOS
“Motherfucker,” I whisper in the quiet room. It took everything I had to walk past Genevieve lying in my bed, but the last thing I was going to do is get in beside her dirty. The drive and offloading the herd didn’t take near as long as I thought it would. Probably because my ranch hand Dave met me outside and told my ass to get gone, not that I did. We worked side by side, got the bison where they needed to be, unhooked the trailer, and then I drove my truck back up to the house. One trip later, and all of the bags were in the kitchen. The mess can wait until tomorrow for all I care. My mind was on one thing: Genevieve. I took the stairs two at a time, glanced her way, saw she was asleep, and moved as fast as lightning through my shower.
I pull the sheet down her body. She’s completely bare and lying flat on her back, onearm over her eyes and the other clutching the pillow. The only thing that’s missing is me buried in her sweet heat. I’m trying to figure out how to wake her up, with my mouth or with my cock. When Genevieve and I traveled home and then in our hotel stay that last night, we both made some confessions well after midnight. Her wildest desires, my fantasies, and we made a promise that we’d both make them come true. Hers is to one day be tied up, completely helpless, unable to so much as use her hips to get what she wants. But this one happening tonight, this is all me. There’s something about waking the woman up who has stolen your heart and only seeing you.
“Amos.” She squirms in her sleep, legs restlessly moving, trying to relieve the ache I’ve built up all day. I stay still, waiting for her to settle back in her sleep. She’s a sight to behold, hair tumbling around her shoulders, freckles here and there, plush bottom lip that I love to nip on every chance I get. Her tits are more than a handful, with light pink nipples that are currently begging me to suck them. Genevieve’s soft belly that I can imagine her carrying our child with. Hips that my hands ache to hold on to, and goddamn, my mouth waters at the thought of tasting her cunt.
I’m unable to resist any longer. There’s no way I’ll be able to hold back if my tongue so much as slides through her wetness. My cock is dripping with precum. Jacking offin the shower wasn’t an option. The mere thought of using my fist when I have all this beauty laid out before me, there was no way I’d watch my come wash down the drain when I can watch as it slides out of Genevieve’s body.
My hands go to the inside of her thighs, opening them as wide as possible, then I move closer. Through it all, she remains asleep. With each movement I jack my cock, holding the tip to stave off the need to jerk off and paint her pretty peach-colored skin with my come. Jesus, the number of things I want to do to Genny and with Genny. I should leave her alone, walk away, let her find a man who’s closer to her age, but I’ll be damned if I’ll ever give her up.
I lick my lips, breathe her in. Our scents are mixed together, rocking my fucking world. I’m at her pussy in no time, dragging the head of my cock through her wetness. I’d sure love to know if she’s thinking about me in her dreams or if she fell asleep with the thought of me doing this to her. Either way, this right here makes me well aware she’s made for me. My eyes move from her face, watching to see if she’ll awaken to where I’m working both of us up. I slip inside of her warm and tight cunt, holding still instead of slamming my hips until she’s arching up out of her deep sleep.
Next time. I’ll do that next time.