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Trucker Harry. Year, 1990

Synopsis: Harry picks up hitchhiker who wants adventure in a new city

❌NSFW❌ trigger warning; smut, oral (f receiving), brief mention of anal, cheating.

I’m tired.

It’s the same routine everyday.

Wake up, shower, dry hair, work clothes, kiss boyfriend, skip breakfast, hop the train, work, skip lunch, hop the train, kick off shoes, pjs, find something to eat, hop in bed.

Repeat everyday. Except weekends, don’t go out on the weekend, rot in bed.

It’s been this way since may. I had a feeling something was off. I woke up to the home phone going off at 2am, my boyfriend was passed out so I decided to answer. When I hear her. “Hello?” A breathy female voice. “Are you there handsome? I was hoping you could come over, I bought some new massage oils.” My throat dries up and I’m at a loss for words. Is my boyfriend cheating?

I mean I should be furious or crying at least! I think? I’m not sure, I don’t know.

Maybe this sadness started before that even.

It’s been a few months of this really, he used to be all over me all the time. My boyfriend works close to home literally across the street and is pretty much his own boss so he comes and goes as he pleases so I was always treated like a princess, he made me breakfast in bed (sometimes it was simple like oatmeal and toast some days it was big, filled with fried eggs, toast, sausage, hash browns etc.) before starting the shower for me. He had my lunch bag packed full of last nights leftovers, some popcorn in a plastic baggy, a water bottle, some crackers for the train ride home, a new sticky note every day that basically says some form of “I love you”

Supper was in the oven when I got home and he made up my section of the couch in a way that I love to relax in. Glass with wine on my side table by the couch with my favourite blanket draped on the end of the couch so I can wrap myself up in and forget the world.

I don’t make enough to leave or live on my own or I would’ve left. Loneliness doesn’t scare me but I have grown used to living with someone.

He has definitely lost interest in me so gradually that I don’t even know when this stopped and I started having a roommate. He doesn’t sleep in the same bed as me and sex hasn’t been a thing in at least 2 months.

I got home today and hopped in the shower disrupting my routine but I need to feel something. My suspicions were confirmed that his affair was still ongoing when I seen foundation on his blue button up in the laundry bin. I’m guessing he’s become too lazy to try to hide it anymore. I turned the water on a little colder then usual to try to wake myself up, I decided today I need a change. What I’m changing I’m not sure yet but a colder shower is something so far.

When I hopped out I noticed he was gone but to where I don’t know, I’m pretty sure I don’t care.

I sat on the bed in my towel staring at my closet.

It’s Tuesday at 5pm, I could be out bar hopping, or going to a movie, or dinner right now but I can’t seem to get up or even move my feet to move me in a different direction.

I close my eyes and envision the beach at this time. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sunset at a beach that didn’t come from a movie or picture.

I could go to the beach? Is that what I want? I don’t think I even live near a man made beach.

You know what? Let’s do that. Let’s go to the beach. Let’s go to California actually I think to myself.

I have enough in my savings to afford a trip I think, but I have to get up and move now if I’m going to do this or I won’t do it.

I open our bedroom closet door, grab a blue hoodie, some grey sweats, white shirt and underwear from my dresser, throw on the same beige coloured bra I wore today and there I’m dressed to go to the beach. Well dressed to get a ride to the beach.

I grab my passport from my underwear dresser, my duffle bag from the top of the closet and rummage through my drawers til I find my swimsuit, some comfy pjs, extra set of clothes, underwear, bra, socks. I turn to the bathroom and grab my brush, my makeup bag, lotion, and I could just buy some cheap shampoo and conditioner when I get there, I grab a towel from the hallway closet and I neatly pack my duffle before throwing on shoes and head towards the door. I leave a note on the counter “headed to the west coast for a couple weeks” I need to do this.

I walk towards the train stop and use my change to purchase a timed ticket good for an hour and find the giant illuminated map of the city built in the middle of the train stop to figure out my best way to the airport.

Hop the train. It’s quieter here then it usually is, then again I almost never take the train outside of rush hour going to and from work. The airport is less than an hour away from where I live by train so I settle in my seat and play some music on my Walkman when I feel hungry.

I hop off at the next stop and walk til I see a coffee shop and head inside where I line up to grab a drink. Cappuccino’s are the trendiest drink so I order one and decide to grab a grilled cheese as well.

I pick up my order and head towards one of the cushioned green lounge chairs in the back near the fireplace and I set my duffle bag by my feet after looping my foot into the handle, Don’t want to risk losing it or forgetting it.

I finish my grilled cheese and my drink is about halfway when at the corner of my eye, I see a dark haired figure walk towards the door near my seat.

Dark curly hair with black sunglasses and wearing a burgundy coloured flannel with dark blue jeans and boots, He’s definitely good looking. and… obviously not into me and my grubby sad appearance. I look down at what I’m wearing and quickly wipe my face with my napkin then wipe any crumbs that fell onto my hoodie as I collect my garbage to go throw it out at the can near the door when I trip over my duffle bag at my feet and yelp as I fall onto my hands and knees.

A barista and the tall dark stranger make their way over to me and help lift me to my feet as I continuously say “I’m okay I’m okay” with a light chuckle and wipe my dusty knees with my hands before standing and thanking them.

They both seem okay with the response and continue on with what they were doing and I pick up my garbage off the floor and successfully dispose of it before turning and grabbing my duffle bag and walking out the door thankful I’ll never see these people again.

The map at the train stop shows me the bus stop I need to take me to the airport where I can probably catch the next flight to Los Angeles, I hop the train I need to take me to the stop I need to hop to my bus.

I stare out the window and listen to music when the idea that my boyfriend is cheating on me pops in my head again.

I wonder what I would’ve told him if i confronted him. I purse my lips as I think of a clever response. Should I be witty? Truthful? Sneaky? Or lame? I think of every things he said to me the last few months. so dry and kind of demanding lately now that I think about it. Then I think about the way the girl sounded, So soft and bubbly! She had new body massage oil for them to try? Which means they tried some other oils before then and I feel hurt. If only he put that energy into bettering our relationship with me instead of building one with her then maybe we’d be in a better place right now, I’d be in a better place right now. Like home. I’m starting to miss home now that I actually think about it.

Oh my god. what am I doing? I’m basically throwing away my life to do this beach trip I mean I didn’t request time off im going to lose my job doing this and my boyfriend would not approve of me taking off and losing my job even if I have enough saved up to live off of for half the year. I didn’t think any of this through.

Wait what I’m I thinking of him for? He hasn’t thought of me in months. He’ll probably be elated that I’m taking off for a couple days if he has someone else he’s interested in, probably calling her to come over right now instead of waiting for me to come home.

My mood sours even more and I decide to head home and end this relationship once and for all and move out even if I have to live with a roommate or rent a room somewhere.

I get up from my seat and stand by the door waiting for the next stop and hop the train opposite of the platform to head home.

The platform is freezing and I’m shivering as I wait for the opposite train to pull in any minute when there’s an announcement made.

‘All southbound trains are at the moment closed due to an accident at another station. Please wait for a shuttle bus to be in your area soon to take you to your destination. Thank you’

Great. Another obstacle.

Or maybe it’s a sign to keep going?

I don’t know, I’m tired and thirsty though.

I walk towards the giant map in the middle of the train stop to find the nearest convenience store within walking distance.

ROAD KING TRUCK STOP 24hrs

Is about a 10 minute walk from here and there’s a McDonald’s like 2 minutes pass there. I could sit in and think about what I’m going to do.

Honestly, this might be the biggest convenience store I’ve been in. There’s everything here I could need or want and there’s places to sit, a change room you can shower in and rooms to rent too!

I mean I never really knew what truckers do when they’re not driving but I’m sure there’s places like this littered throughout the world for them and I never even knew about them til now.

I decided on grabbing a Dr Pepper and water bottle to put in my duffel bag for later and make myself a hot chocolate in a to go coffee cup.

I stroll by the pastries, sandwiches, beef jerky, and fruit section and grab myself a banana, a mandarin, and a turkey and cheese sandwich after checking the expiration date.

I pull out my wallet and pay for my items and head towards the seating area when I catch a glance of the magazines in the back area. I forgot porno magazines were a thing, but I guess truckers need something when they’re out on the road?

A blonde with her tits out on the cover of the front page, another of a brunette flashing her bum while looking over her shoulder. I quickly look away like I’m a naughty child about to be swatted at for looking and continue my way to the seats.

I pull out my sandwich and hot chocolate then I unwrap my sandwich and take a bite.

A couple people walk in and out after buying their items as time goes on. I could just rent a room here for now and figure out where to go in the morning.

My mind seems to be in two places at once right now. Normally I’m very organized and planned but I can’t rely on that side of my brain right now. I need to be spontaneous and go with the flow if I want to get away from home.

Thirty minutes pass when I decide to make the trek back to the train station or shuttle area for the bus since the train probably still isn’t working. I walk my trash to the bin and then head out the door. It’s a bit chilly outside but not unpleasant.

After only five minutes of waiting the shuttle comes to take me to the next working train station. I hop on and put my bag down to rummage through for my wallet when I notice it’s not in the regular pocket I put it in. It’s not in the main pocket, and it’s not in my pants pocket either. The driver is becoming more impatient as I scramble to look for it before he barks for me to get off and wait for the next shuttle.

I hop off the bus and pull my bag to the seated bus area as the bus takes off in the background. I must’ve left it at the truck stop? Oh god I hope it’s still there I had my ID’s and bank cards in there along with some cash but I could care less about the cash if everything else is in there. Oh man how am I suppose to get home? How am I supposed to get to the beach?

I give up. I can call my “boyfriend” to come pick me up or to get cash out to pay for a taxi if my wallet isn’t at the truck stop.

I pick everything up this time taking my time and checking that I packed everything back into place before heading back to the truck stop.

At the store, I make a bee line for the seated area I was at and just my luck nothing is there. I’m quick to ask the cashier if anyone’s turned in my wallet and describe it to him, but hes shakes his head no, nothings been turned in.

My shoulder’s slump as I nod my head and accept my fate. No beach and I go back to living my life unloved. I sit back at my original seat and contemplated calling my boyfriend. But even with nothing I can’t let him win even if it means I have to sit here all night til the banks open.

“Miss?” I look up to the cashier. “Miss I’m sorry but you’ll have to buy something to sit here.” “But I was just here 20 minutes earlier I bought stuff then?” He can’t be serious. “I’m sorry miss but you’re a returning costumer and need to buy something if you want to continue sitting here.” I guess he’s serious. I grab my bag, this time turning around and checking my seat and walk out the door. my tail tucked between my legs and begin walking towards the same bus stop as before.

30 minutes pass by and 3 busses leave me in the dust as I sit and wait for the morning to come. I’m cold and tired and I should’ve rented a room the first time I thought of it. Stuck in the industrial area that’s mostly made for semi trucks as I’ve barely seen any other types of cars out here aside from a couple odd ones this late at night. Nothing else to do but play with my thumbs in my hoodie pocket.

My thumbs.

My thumb?

I could hitch hike to the beach? I mean that’s dangerous, stupidly dangerous.

But I am too far from home. Train isn’t working I can’t even hop it and risk a fine anyways, bus won’t pick me up, store won’t let me ‘loiter’

I had enough guts to get this far I could go further if I try. I mean I’m only broke til the morning technically, and if the driver is kind enough to wait til then I could pay them in the morning?

I stand up with my bag in hand and walk to the busy road in front of the truck stop and begin walking to the intersection and watch trucks pull in and out of the stop. I pray I get a female driver, I mean, I know it’s not a female dominated industry but a girl can hope. I begin walking west, far enough from the truck stop and then I stick out my thumb.

After a few minutes of walking with my thumb out my arm gets sore and I’m about to call it quits I mean it’s after 1 am at this point, another semi passes by me, this time honking their horn and they slow down and pull to the side up ahead. I can’t believe it worked! I’m scared but my feet quicken as I remember I’ll be in a warm vehicle. I think to myself ‘here we go’ as I climb the steps up the passengers side and open the door.

“Where you headed?”

It’s a male, which okay I guessed this was the most likely scenario but still disappointing.

“West. California technically” I reply as I hop in the seat and put my bag on my lap the warm air feeling like heaven after being outside for so long.

“Best I can do is Nevada. I’m not due in California for another week” the stranger replies.

I nod my head “my names Y/N I just need a ride headed west til I can get to the bank in the morning I can pay you then if you don’t mind? Lost my wallet this evening”

God I hope that’s okay. I mean I’m good for the money but how does he know that.

“S’alright, I don’t mind the company. I think I can trust you won’t kill me. M’names Harry.”

“I promise I won’t kill you, if you promise not to kill me.” I let out a little chuckle, I mean I could be joking with a murderer right now.

I buckle my seat, put my bag by my feet and hold tightly onto my Walkman in my hoodie

pocket.

Harry puts the signal on to get back onto the road, puts the truck in drive, shoulder checks then merges successfully.

I didn’t really get a good glance of how he looks. But from what I see from the streetlights that randomly flash inside the cab, he’s looks pretty average. Dark hair under his trucker hat, Dark flannel with rolled sleeves and jeans are all I can see. I look around me, I’ve never been in a semi truck before I just assumed they were built like a regular vehicle inside? Which ok yeah they kind of are but there’s multiple gauges and screens on the dashboard I have no clue what any of them mean. I only know gas and speedometer and that’s the extent of my vehicle gauge knowledge. The radio is on low, the hum of the engine roars to life as harry starts to slowly pick up speed.

“So, why are you hitching a ride to the west?”

Harry finally asks. “Uh, where to start. I’ve had rough day, or Rough week or months I guess”

I reply. I mean how much do you tell a stranger about your life? “Must be rough to be hitching a ride” Harry turns to me with a smile. Even in the dark I can tell he’s got a nice smile. “I mean if you want a recap of just today I can tell you.”

Not to change the subject but, My seat is so comfy. They aren’t made of the traditional car seats you may be used to. These are velvety soft, and bouncy. Basically feels like a lazy boy without the arm rests.

“Sure give me just today” Harry laughs lightly.

“Well uh, I found out.. my boyfriend of the last 4 years has been cheating on me. For how long I’m not too sure, he used to be head over heels in love with me though. Literally felt like a fairy tale and other women would always compliment us as being the ‘cutest couple’.

Anyways, I uh I had to leave. Impulsive decisions have been leading me today because I think my brain is shutting itself down since finding out. I mean I haven’t even cried about my relationship ending” the streets are dead quiet. the only light is the moon reflecting of the asphalt as we head out of the city and the orange lights in the trucks gauges. I think I’m overtired too. “And I pretty much chose to give up my job to do this, I mean it’s a tuesday and I’m on my way to the west coast and I haven’t even thought of trying to leave a message for my boss to give him a heads up. So when I come back I’ll have no job and when I move out I’ll have no place to live, it’s not like I can just pack up and move back home too since my parents sold their home this past winter and now live in a 1 bedroom condo in Florida which, you know, good for them. But that leaves me with nothing. All I have to my name is my passport and idk how far I can get with that.”

Harry nods along as I continue to vent my problems. “Well sugar, I’m sorry for laughing earlier. Yeah you’re right your life has gone to shit.” I want to cry but instead burst of laughing. God I’m overtired. “It’s okay maybe I needed to get that all out. I kinda feel better, I think it was all pent up anger about the situation.” I thank Harry for listening and pay attention to the road again. Where are we going again? I think to myself I know he told me but can’t remember. I need to sleep at some point. “Where are we going again?” I ask him.

“I have to go a grocery store in Mesquite Nevada. They special ordered some kind of restaurant hardware im thinking it’s for their deli? but I’m not sure, anyways that’s literally all I have to do there then I’m headed on up to Kalispell Montana to pickup a truck for a rich costumer in Oregon. I’ll have a couple days off then I’m due in L.A. For a contract.” Harry replies as he slows for a red light.

“Wow, you’re busy. When do you sleep?”

“Depends on where I’m headed and how far the stretches are in between locations. I should have slept tonight and left at say, 6 am but I figure I’ll catch some sleep on the road tonight eventually, probably at another truck stop or a rest stop”

Christ that sounds so tiring, I wonder when I could sleep and if he’s going to get a room before we ge to Nevada? “How long will it take to get to Mesquite?” I didn’t think any of this through I pretty much forced my way into this man’s life for the next few hours.

Harry looks over at me “probably be there by around 8-9am if I don’t stop, but I do need to sleep sometime before then if you don’t mind.” I don’t know what it is but this all makes me feel like a burden. “I’m sorry if I threw off your routine, I could jump out at the next set of red lights if it’s easier for you?”

I reply looking down at my bag as I play with my fingers.

Harry looks over at me and lightly swats at my arm for attention and I look at him. “Hey, don’t think like that, I’m happy I picked you up.” He says with a smile. I smile back. “Really?” “Really. Firstly I’m happy I’m the one that picked you up and not some other man. Not to spit on my own kind but there’s not a lot of truckers out there with… good intentions. And secondly, I enjoy company. I used to have a dog named Ted that rode with me, beautiful black lab, but my wife got him in the divorce.”

Oh so he’s single? I mean not that I care but I was thinking to ask him if his girlfriend would care if he gave me a ride or if he would even talk about me after I leave his truck. “You were married?” I didn’t mean to make it sound so shocking. Harry smirks, “yeah I was, swear it only lasted about 2 minutes though. We were high school sweethearts and we were each others first everything. Together for 7 years and I decided I wanted to put a ring on her finger. We were engaged and wed within the same week in Vegas on a whim and I was happier than ever! Then the following week she blindsides me completely. She’s pregnant with another man’s baby, 3 months at that point and it was when I was out of state on a contract, then she runs off with him. Divorced that same month. Even after everything she did I still let her have everything. I was angry at first at her, at him, at myself. I drank myself under the table multiple times but have sobered up since then.” Harry pulls out a bottled water that��s already open and finishes whatever’s left.

“Wow. That’s a lot to happen in a few weeks. when was this?” I pry “Last year” He sighs.

“It’s all old news now, I’ve had a couple flings here and there since then. Mostly set up by my friends and my mom who worry about me. It’s taken some time but I’m at peace with it all now though”

Christ I can’t even begin to think about dating again. The fact I have to start that all over again too sounds so draining and I haven’t even started.

Harry clears his throat and pulls me from my thoughts. “I have a bunk on top of my bed if you want to take that one? Otherwise you’re welcome to sleep on my bed while I drive and if I decide to pull over I’ll sleep on the top bunk. How does that sound?” He asks then reaches behind him on his left side. A large black curtain I didn’t even see when I first hopped in the truck is pulled to the side and I can see the back is lit up by the moon through the tiny curtain on top.

“Oh! I didn’t even know you had a bed back here. That’s so cool! Are all semi trucks built like this?” I unbuckle my seat and stand to go explore the back area of the truck.harry flick a button in the middle of his dashboard that turns the light on inside so I can see better “No, not all semi’s are built the same. Some don’t have beds, that’s why truck stops with rooms exists” He explains.

In the back is a twin bed with the bed made in a neat enough way, There’s multiple cupboards and a tiny white fridge tucked under a cupboard. On the passenger side behind the seat there’s a 13” tv/vcr combo and a stack of VHS’ piled beside it. “Uh, what top bunk?” I ask him as I try to look. “Look above the twin, there’s a strip you can pull down” I do as he says and a another twin bunk falls down gently. “it’s never been used”

I put it back in place and sit back In my seat. “That’s so cool. I didn’t know some of you had beds back there. I just thought it was excess storage or something.”

Harry smiles “that’s where you can sleep if you get tired. Please don’t feel like a burden.”

After playing a bit of the license plate game and some shitty night time version of eye spy,

I feel my eyes get heavy as I listen to the quiet radio. The trees lining the highway are hypnotizing me and the tires hum on the pavement is similar to my fan at home. My head falls to the side and I jerk myself awake.

“Oops, sorry. I think I’m ready to sleep finally.”

Harry smiles at me. “Please nap in the bed. I’m fine for now, I’ll wake you when we get there.” I nod and unbuckle myself then head to the back I sit on the bed and flip the pillow. A habit I do at home as well, kick my shoes off and lay down ontop of the bedding.

Harry shakes my shoulder as he whispers “Y/N, hey, wake up.” My eyes are blurry as I rub them and move to sit up. “Hey doll, I stopped at the store do you need anything? Bathroom maybe?” I nod and look for my shoes and then slowly climb out the passenger door side and follow Harry into the convienence store. The sky is a pale pink, the sun is about to peek over the horizon. “Where are we?” I ask as we get to the door. “Colorado city. Just over an hour til Mesquite.” Harry replies. I never got a good look of him til now that we’re under the fluorescent lighting of the store. He has green eyes and a chiseled jaw and his hair is curly under his trucker hat. I’m pulled away from daydreaming about how he’d look while on top of me. How long was I asleep? I wonder down the aisle to look for a clock In the store and see one above the hallway to the storage and bathroom area, 5 am exact. The banks probably wont be open til 8am, So I’d have to kill an hour or so in Mesquite. I head to the bathroom and open the door and am met with a pungent smell and flickering light. Absolutely not! I will not be peeing in here.

I close the door and go to look for Harry who’s in the freezer food aisle. “Is there somewhere else I can go to the bathroom?” I whisper as I catch up to him “what’s wrong with the bathroom here?” He smirks. “It’s gross” i pout. Harry turns around again, “sugar, you’re living on the road, you can’t be picky about where you go.” Easy for you to say I think to myself “you’re a man, you can stand and pee” I whisper shout. The worker is watching us as we’re the only customers in here so early.

“Okay hold on. I’ll help you out, just looking for a couple snacks to fill my fridge” I stand and watch as he continues to grab a couple more items. A box of granola bars, a bag of plain chips, a jug of water, A couple frozen meals. “Grab something to snack on. my treat.” I look around the aisle but can only think of needing the bathroom right now. I grab a chocolate bar and follow him to the till.

“Can I also grab some disinfectanting wipes please.” Harry requests as the cashier bends down and grabs a packet of Lysol wipes.

Harry looks at the chocolate bar I put on the counter. “Is that going to fill you?” I nod with a smile and continue to hop from one foot to the other. Harry rolls his eyes at me and pays the man then grabs his bags and then ushers me to the back of the room by the hallway. He places his bags on the pile of newspaper sitting outside the bathroom door and grabs the Lysol wipes then kicks the bathroom door open with his boot and I follow. Harry then opens the Lysol packet and wipes the lightswitch, the sink taps, and the soap dispenser, discards the used wipe. He then pulls out a couple more and wipes the toilet lid, the handle, the seat, and then lifts the seat and continues to wipe the rim and around it. He again discards the used wipe, then repeats the process again.

“I’ll wait outside the door for you, but the toilet seat is clean.” Harry washes his hands wipes them on his jeans then locks the door before leaving me alone in the bathroom.

The light still flickers on and off so I’m quick to pull my pants down and half squat over the toilet. I know, I know he spent his time cleaning the toilet just for me but I’m just not convinced it’s clean unless I personally get to pull out all the strong chemicals needed to make it sparkle. I wash my hands and head out the door after using a paper towel to pull the handle.

Harry is leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed holding the grocery bags when I get out. “Better?” He asks as he raises his eyebrows, I nod and thank him then follow after him as he walks out of the store.

We hop back in the truck, I sit in the passenger seat as Harry sits behind me on his bed and stocks up his fridge and uses the same bag afterwards to discard any old food and empty containers on his counter and fridge.

“Where are you headed after this again?” I turn to ask as I try to make conversation but I also genuinely can’t remember. Maybe all the stress from yesterday is the reason I’m unable to retain information. “Montana.” Harry ties his garbage bag and makes a beeline for his door and hops out. Oh right, Montana for a car then Oregon then he’s off for a few days. Busy guy.

I should’ve stayed in the bathroom longer to wash the sleep off my face or tried to tidy up my appearance better. I can’t function in day old clothes, I packed another outfit but that’s all I got aside from some essentials and a swim suit. I mean when I was rushing to grab everything I was planning to shop when I got to California to fit in with the locals but now that I’m sat here I should have grabbed at least one more outfit. “Alright, I’m going to piss on the side of the road then we’re good to go.” I nod my head before yawning again and watch as Harry heads to the back of the truck.

The sunrise is beautiful as we continue on the road. “What time do you think the banks open in Mesquite?” I ask. I reach behind me to grab my duffle and look around til I find my hairbrush. “I’d say they’d be open by 8am? That’s just my guess.” Harry replies.

I brush my hair then dig around in my bag to see the outfit I can put together for today. A tight white long sleeve and black jeans. I mean i guess it can work, i don’t know what i was thinking? Black jeans at the beach? I’ll definitely need to shop for some more comfortable clothes while I’m there.

“Can I change in the back?” Harry nods and shows me where the curtain clips are so I have privacy.

Once dressed I put my shoes back on and hop in the passenger seat again and tuck my items in my duffle.

The roads start to fill up more with other motorists as the sun continues to rise.

“Ya know, this is just an idea. I feel like it’ll be shot down but have been thinking to ask anyways. Are you in a big rush to get to California?” Harry asks as he turns to look at me.

“Uh, well no. I was just going off of impulsivity the last what 24 hours. I guess now I’m going with the flow since I don’t really have a life waiting for me anymore.” Harry nods his head before using his left hand to rub his lower lip. “Well, I’m going to be there in less than a week. What do you think of you coming along with me? Save yourself some travel money that way too.”

I was taken aback by the offer. “You want me to, stay? I won’t be in the way?” I ask incredulously. I mean, if it were with someone I knew it would be a good road trip but we’re complete strangers.

“I, I mean I guess we can try it? If anything changes you can drop me off at the nearest greyhound.” with my voice laced with uncertainty I try my best to go with the flow. From my regular life which is written and highlighted on a calendar (I once followed it so strictly I even planned nights to have sex) to complete disregard with what happens in the next 10 minutes. I feel like I can be at ease finally. Maybe all the years of being wound so tightly have finally unraveled.

Harry drops me off at my bank with the promise of coming back with breakfast from a diner across the street. I enter and I am greeted immediately by a kind lady who listens to my tale of woe (lost my wallet) she tries her best to argue with her manager who very kindly tells me that I can’t access my funds with only a passport and no other form of ID and would need to do so at my home branch.

Feeling dejected I thank them for their time and go to sit on the bench out front and wait for Harry to return.

Maybe this is the sign I’ve been waiting for all this time. I should’ve just walked towards my place and hitched a ride that way and fixed up my life or kicked out my boyfriend instead of dragging Harry into my messed up situation. He’s not going to want to have to pay for me and he shouldn’t have to. I was hoping to surprise him with a nice little wad of cash as a way of saying thanks for the ride. Guess I have to find another way home.

10 minutes later Harry’s truck pulls into the back end of the parking lot and I pick up my duffle bag to walk towards him with bad news.

“Hey what’s with the sour face sweetheart?” Harry hollers from his window.

I walk right up to his side and look up and use my hand as a visor to block the sun from my eyes.

“They can’t let me take out any money. I need to go home to my regular branch and they can pull my info there. I can’t go with you”

I can feel my eyes start to water at the idea of having to risk hitchhiking again. This time I’m sure nothing good will come of it. How often do you get a nice stranger 2 times in a row.

Harry opens his door and hops out the truck with a slam of his door.

“Why can’t you come with me?”

“I have no money. No clean clothes” I look down to kick at the gravel.

“Still no reason why you can’t come. I’ll pay for your food and I can buy you some clothes. I mean they won’t be brand name labels from a big fancy mall but I’m sure we can find some clothing stores around here maybe a thrift store, a Walmart even.”

I look up at him “you shouldn’t have to pay for me Harry. I can’t really pay you back not right away anyways.” My tears begin to streak down my face, I’ve always been a quiet crier.

“Hey now, none of that. You can stay with me free of charge. Wouldn’t have taken a cent from you anyways. Pretty girls shouldn’t have to pay for anything. Come on I got breakfast it’s waiting for ya in the truck. Eat first then decide.”

I nod my head and Harry grabs my duffle from my hands and leads me by the small of my back to the passenger door. After I sit down, Harry stands on the steps on my side and reaches for my seatbelt and buckles me in, then places my duffle gently at my feet before jumping down and closing my door.

Two take away plates sit on the dashboard and Harry hops in when I notice them. “Ones an omelette with hash browns. The other is strawberry waffles with whipped topping. And fruit on the side. Pick whichever one you want.” I’ve never had someone order for me before. Nobody knows what I like, but I do like omelettes.

Both plates empty. Harry gathers the garbage and I watch as he walks across the parking lot to a gas station where he puts it in a garbage bin beside the gas pumps.

I feel like going home is still the best option for me. Go home and figure out living arrangements. Do laundry. Wash the walls. Take down every picture hung up that reminds me of my ex boyfriend.

“So?” Harry asks as he opens his door and plops down in the drivers seat. He looks at me with a smile, places his hand on my knee and shakes it. “What did ya decide, Are you coming with me?” He has such a kind face and His smile is contagious. “I uhm, I… I guess? If you’ll have me I mean and if I become a nuisance then please kick me to the curb first chance.” I don’t know why I said that. Guess I’m a sucker for a pretty face too. “Good. I didn’t want to have to lose hours driving you back home.”

“You were going to drive me home? What about your deliveries. Don’t you have a tight schedule?”

I watch as he presses all the buttons and readjusts his rear view mirror then glances at his paper map quickly. “The right thing to do would be to take you home. Come on let’s go deliver this equipment just on the other side of town”

On the road headed north, I fold my legs and sit cross legged as I stare out the passenger window. “there’s a motel in Cedar City we’re going to stay at. You can wash your clothes and shower, We’ll stay there for the night And start fresh tomorrow. In the morning I’ll take you shopping for a couple outfits.” I nod my head and continue to eat one of Harry’s muffins.

Over the last few hours together ive learned more about Harry. His mother runs a pottery shop (although she mostly teaches it now) back home and he visits her regularly, grew up with a sister who’s now married, his dads the one who taught him how to drive a semi, and his best friend lives in Spokane and occasionally he stays with him and his end goal is to save up enough for a house on the west coast somewhere close to him.

All of it sounds lovely and I think somewhere in the northwest would be great for settling down.

I wait in the truck as Harry’s in the lobby paying for our room. I reach behind and grab all my snacks including the wrappers from the ones I ate and stuff them into the plastic bag they came in, tie it and then stuff it into my duffle bag. I wiggle my shoes back on just in time for Harry to open my door. “Cmon they gave us room 211, there’s a mini bar” he winks.

I follow behind as Harry carries my bag and his backpack and we trot up the stairs and make our way to 211. The motel is fairly clean and there is a outdoor pool with a large blow up flamingo floaty sitting in it waiting to be played with.

Harry uses the key and unlocks the door and tosses my bag on the double bed closest to the bathroom. “Whichever bed you prefer, I’ll take the other” Harry offers as he shuffles his boots off. I walk toward the bed and sit on it to test it out. Cushiony but firm.

“There’s a laundromat just on the other side of the motel but we’ll have to go out and get change I guess they don’t have a working change machine. I’ll take you to grab some stuff in a bit just need to rest my eyes quick.”

Harry grabs hold of the extra pillow beside him and tucks it into himself, turns over and is out like a light.

I decide now would be the best time to shower so I grab my duffle and walk towards the back. There’s two housecoats hanging up in the tiny closet and I grab one then lock the bathroom door.

The mini shampoo, conditioner, and bar of soap is barely enough to wash my hair and body but I make do with half the bottle of each incase Harry decides to shower after me. I rip the slim soap bar in half and lather it up in my hands before soaping myself up.

The shampoo doesn’t lather how I would’ve liked it but it gets the job done and it smells very citrus-y.

I dry myself off with the towel sat on the rack behind the toilet and throw my hair into a twist ontop of my head and wrap myself up in the housecoat, grab my belongings and move everything to my bed.

Harry is still passed out, snoring quietly but at least he kicked his boots off before covering himself with his throw blanket.

It’s only 4:30 pm when I hear Harry shuffling around to face me before yawning. He must’ve got about nine hours of sleep since we first pulled into cedar city and all this time I’ve been rotting on my bed still in my housecoat, flipping through random channels with the remote on mute.

“Did you get any sleep?” Harry asks before rubbing his face with his hands. “A bit, I think I passed out around 2? Just woke up maybe 30 mins ago was a nice nap.” He nods his head before groaning then stretching and then he hoists himself out of bed. “I’m going to shower then we can go out if you want? I should at least get you some dinner, I know I could go for a nice meal.”

I nod “ I’d love some dinner, but I don’t have any clean clothes..” I’m still stark naked under my housecoat and blanket it of course I don’t say that aloud. “Oh right, well I can run and get some change for the laundry, but I’d rather take you shopping I’ve thought about what I was going to do today and I have a couple errands to run while we’re here, including checking on a few friends of mine down at the pub, Is that okay sweetheart?” I push my blanket off and hop out of bed. Harry grabs his backpack with him to the bathroom and starts the shower.

I rummage through and find my grey sweats and tight white long sleeve. Normally I can’t stand to wear the same clothes after a shower but I feel like if I go commando underneath then maybe it won’t be as bad? I forgo the undies and beige bra for now til I get some new ones or clean ones I put everything back in my bag and zip it up. Actually I should put on some deodorant as well.

Harry walks out of the bathroom wearing only his jeans and his hair still wet. “Don’t mind me, s’too hot in that tiny bathroom. Too steamy as well” I pretend I didn’t see his tattoo littered body and quickly look down at the hotel pamphlet I was holding that said “top 10 restaurants in cedar city” he tosses his backpack on the floor by his bed. “I’ll finish getting dressed and let’s head out”

Harry pulls up to a Walmart and parks near the back of the parking lot, we’re walking when he chirps up “oh, here, I’ll give you some money. Idk how much women’s products are but make sure you get everything you may need like I don’t know, shampoo stuff and makeup or whatever.” He pulls out a wad of cash from his wallet and thumbs through the bills passing the ones, fives, and twenties. He passed me three hundred “if you need more then come find me, I’ll probably be in the automotive section or men’s clothing” idk what to say, three hundred seems like so much but I guess he’s right I should stock up and everything i would’ve bought myself when I first planned on leaving. “Thank you so much Harry idk how I’ll ever repay you for everything you’ve done for me.” Harry smiles softly “it’s okay just happy to have someone around”

I grab a cart when we first arrive and Harry grabs a basket then we go our separate ways. I head towards the beauty section and grab myself some shampoo, conditioner, body scrub, loofah, moisturizer. Then I make my way over to the clothing section and rummage through and grab a few basic items. Tops, bottoms, undies, a couple bras, a hoodie and decide last minute to grab a new bikini. At the checkout I grab a few magazines to read either in the truck or at the hotel I should’ve looked in the book section but maybe Harry will take me to a bookstore somewhere nearby if I ask.

The grand total is $144. I bag everything up and then decide to head towards the parts of the store he said he might be. I run into him in the automotive section like he said, his basket filled with a few random items I couldn’t even name if I tried. he’s chatting up a blonde woman who’s leaning against the aisle of car fresheners and apparently thinks everything he says is the funniest thing ever as she blinks her long black mascara covered lashes at him.

I slowly walk up to them with my cart, he still hasn’t even noticed me as he continues to hit on her. I shouldn’t be feeling this way, he’s allowed to hit on other women I mean he’s not my boyfriend. But yet I still feel this little bit of anger bubble inside me as I decide to tap him lightly on the leg with my cart. “Found you. I’m done, think I got everything” I look him in the eyes and then dart them towards the woman standing opposite him quickly at the end. “Oh, here. I’ll be right out.” Harry hands me the keys and I quickly turn my cart around and head towards the entrance.

Settled in the truck with my bags tied up on the bed in the back after pushing my cart back into the cart return, I kick off my shoes and pull out one of my magazines to flip through as I wait for Mr flirt to get back.

I know it’s not my business who he talks to but what’s his game plan with that woman? I mean if he wanted to he can’t very well bring her back to the motel with us unless he kicks me out while doing so.

That’s a possibility I never even thought of, he could very well ‘fall in love’ somewhere on this trip and I’d have to find another way to the west coast or home and I mean im not going to get in his way either if he finds his true love out here but then I’m stuck in the same situation of trying to find a ride-

Harry pulls open his door and interrupts my inner monologue thankfully.

“Sorry got distracted there. Did you find everything you need?” I nod my head and purse my lips as I continue to flip through my magazine. I just realized I kept overthinking everything and didn’t actually read anything yet. “Oh here, it only came up to like $144, so here’s what’s left” I ruffle through my pockets for the change. Harry grabs my hand and shakes his head “hey no, just keep it, incase you need something and I’m not around.”

Back at the motel I’m in my house coat again as Harry throws both our dirty clothes in the wash and I get busy taking the tags off all my new items and lay outfits out on the bed. I should’ve got another duffle bag but everything fits neatly aside from what I picked out to wear with enough room for my stuff in the wash. Harry opens the motel door and hands me a couple pamphlets of diners and restaurants around town. “These are all within walking distance of the motel” he states before sitting on his bed.

“You pick, I’m not particular about what I want” I toss them back without even looking at them. Harry looks at the scattered pamphlets in disbelief “are you still in your pissy mood? You’ve had an attitude since we left the store I know there’s something bothering you why not just spit it out?” He collects them and places them neatly on the night stand between us. I quickly turn away from him as I roll my eyes but don’t notice the mirror opposite me that gave me away. “Don’t roll your eyes, just talk to me.” I grab my clothes and turn to go change in the bathroom.

Once the doors closed I feel my eyes start to water and feel like im overthinking and overreacting. He’s been such a kind person to me and continues to be so why should I give him the cold shoulder just because my delusions think I own him. I quickly dress into a white button up long sleeve, not bothering with a bra again, (honestly sitting in my bra all day has made indents in my skin and it’s more comfy not wearing one) and blue jeans and wash my face with cold water to help mask my tears and take a few breaths.

After a few minutes I open the door and hang my housecoat in the closet before turning to Harry. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me, maybe I’m more tired then I thought. You can pick where we eat.”

Seeming to accept my apology and excuse of being overtired. Harry says a quiet okay an gets up to grab his boots and I follow behind him to leave the room.

We give the washer some more time before we leave the motel. That way one of us can switch the load to the dryer once it’s ready and will have a longer time to get supper.

Thirty minutes pass, I offer to switch the clothes and Harry locks up the room then leads the way towards the restaurant he’s chosen for us this evening.

The walk is quiet but peaceful, the sun slowly trying to set amongst the mountainous terrain as the sky turns purple then blue with tiny sparkly stars trying their best to shine through. We pull up to a pub called the hose and hound. “They have good wings and the beer selection is decent” Harry speaks the for the first time since leaving the motel. I nod my head and follow in after him.

“Harry! Long time no see, haven’t seen your mug in damn near almost a year!” A joyous man shouts over the jukebox as he wipes a large beer mug dry before swinging his small towel over his left shoulder.

“Been a bit busy yeah, trying to get the orders done up so I can take some time off before the end of summer”

The man puts the mug behind him on the pantry and leans over to shake hands with Harry. “Marv this here’s my friend Y/N, she’s hitching a ride out to cali” Marv then shakes my hand before kissing the back of it “nice to meet you miss Y/N, what can I get you?”

I look around at what everyone else is drinking and notice it’s not catered as much towards women so I ask for a rum and coke as I’m not much of a drinker and usually go off the drinks menu when ordering colourful cocktails.

“Coming right up, Harry the usual?” Harry nods and holds my hand as he walks us over to a booth by the window. A waitress walks over and slides us each a menu, Harry lets her know that Marv already took our drink order and she winks at him with a “I’ll be back to take your orders handsome” and she walks away with an extra swing in her hips.

Harry seems to notices and doesn’t care as he picks up his menu.

For a pub there’s a surprising amount of dishes and sides to order. I’m not as hungry as I should be I feel like guilt is still weighing me down. Harry’s been nothing but kind and patient with me and the first chance I get I bark at him? No wonder my ex cheated.

Harry excitedly talks about his favourite dishes he orders when he drives through this town and decides to settle on a nacho platter for us to split and chicken thigh with mashed potatoes for his main meal. I agree to the nachos and ask for a chicken ceaser salad.

“Is that going to fill you love?” Harry asks as I put my menu down. “Yeah, I’m not very hungry still.”

Harry reaches over and strokes my hand “something’s bothering you pet I can sense it.”

I look up at him through my lashes and then dart my eyes down as I fiddle with my fingers folded ontop of the menu. “It’s silly. Really I don’t know what I was thinking” I smile trying to drop the subject but Harry wasn’t having it. “If it’s bothering you it’s not silly, let me help you.” I bite my lower lip just as the waitress arrives with our drinks and takes our order and menus. “I think.. maybe, I was jealous earlier and it kind of made me feel like I don’t matter to you and it brought up my feelings I spent the whole day trying to forget.” Harry furrows his brows as he tries to think of what I could be jealous over. “ are you jealous of the waitress? She winks at all the truckers here, I imagine she does it to get good tips.” Harry exasperates with a chuckle.

“No, not her. Uhm the uh, the girl in Walmart earlier. She looked at you like you hung the moon until I arrived anyways. I just, I know I don’t have a right to have these feelings over you because we’re not together, but I just I don’t know… it’s been nice imagining a relationship where it’s just us, and I don’t want to make this weird between us because I’m really appreciative that you decided to bring me along I just, I just want to get it off my chest I guess. Because it has been bothering me” I sigh. He’s been looking at me so intently as I rant and I immediately want to crawl under a rock. I bite my lip as I wait for him to respond, I take a large swig of my drink thinking of a exit strategy where he can give me the motel key so I can run back and hop in bed hoping to be asleep by the time he’s back but instead he lightly laughs before shaking his head. “Love, she was just talking about semi’s with me. Her dad owns a shop that specializes in semi repair that’s it. We’re talking about my truck babe, the brakes are squealing and they’re brand new they shouldn’t be doing that. That’s all we were talking about, she looked like that because she was happy to talk her dad up and gained a customer that’s it” “oh I see” is all I can reply with. I mean I just basically admitted to possibly having feelings for this guy right to his face and he’s chuckling like I didn’t just bare my emotions to him.

Harry lightly draws on the back of my hand before interlocking our fingers together. “And I like you too by the way, you’re braver than me though I’ll give you that. I nearly pissed myself asking you to stay with me til I get to Cali I was hoping to ask you out proper earlier but didn’t know how to form the words in a way that didn’t scare you off” He states. I’m at a loss for words as he admits to liking me too. I mean that’s such a big weight off my shoulders after he tells me that. “You were going to ask me out?” I ask in disbelief. “Well, yeah. I mean I know you’re not looking for a relationship so soon so I didn’t want to push and risk freaking you out. But I think you’re pretty and I feel like we’d be a good match for each other… what do you say?” I nod my head eagerly “yes I’ll go out with you” I laugh “I guess you can say this is our first date then” Harry smiles.

Marv keeps our glasses filled as the night goes on, our waitress has gone home.The salad is more filling than anticipated and the nachos were amazing.

The pub starts to clear out as the night grows darker. Marv plays some slow country ballads. Harry bounces his leg with the beat and hums along, and I organize our plates so it’s easier for the busboy to carry I imagine Harry’s as buzzed as I am. The waitress comes by with some cold glasses of water and the bill which Harry slides a few bills ontop of “come on dance with me before we head back” “no Harry I don’t know how to dance” I protest but stand from my seat anyways. Harry shakes his head and furrows his brow “come love, it’s easy just follow my step. I want to dance with the prettiest girl here” I look around and notice almost no one’s here. “I’m the only girl here Harry that’s hardly a compliment” I argue but take his hand and follow him to the dance floor near the jukebox.

Harry pulls me closer to him til our chests are touching, he pulls my right hand into his left and his left hand he puts around my waist and settles on the lower of my back. The music is slow and all the other guests seem to in their own world at their seats nodding their heads and tapping their feet. I only had 3 rum and cokes and Harry had 3 glasses of beer. Both of us feeling light as feather but in reality I bet our dancing is so off.

Harry grabs my chin with his pointer finger and lifts it to look up at him and we lock eyes as the song comes to an end. Just as I’m about to pull away, Harry leans down and kisses me gently on the lips and I lean into the kiss. Harry lets go of my body and cups my face with both hands as he then kisses me harder this time. “Let’s get outta here” he whispers and I nod.

Harry grabs my hand as he makes his way to Marv at the bar. “Great food and atmosphere as always Marv. Keep it up! Well catch you again next time we’re in town” Harry shakes Marvs hand and pulls him into a slight hug over the countertop. Marv waves bye to me and blows me a kiss that Harry catches instead and we all laugh as Harry places the kiss on his own cheek.

On the walk home both of us dragging our feet, Harry points to random places along the way. Shops he likes to frequent when he has more than an night off, a bookstore, a pet store that has a pet monkey who’s no longer for sale and is part of the staff, and a camera shop where he usually buys his film as he likes to take shots of nature on the highway.

We make our way to our room before remembering our clothes in the dryer, I follow Harry as he picks up our clothes and notice our laundry basket was stolen. No big deal though it belongs to the motel but it’s a hassle having to carry it all in our arms without dropping anything.

Once inside and the doors shut and locked we toss our clothes in a pile on the extra bed by the bathroom, Harry turns to grab my face in both his hands and kisses me. Softly at first maybe to test the waters before he deepens it and nudges my mouth open with his tongue. Beer coating his breath he moves us close to the edge of his bed by the window Harry roams my body with his hands, stopping for a moment at my hips before moving his right hand up to cup my right breast. “Been fucking teasing me all evening with these nipples. Could see them poking out of your shirt at the pub. Damn near could see the colour and outline and everything.” Harry whispers against my lips before using his hand to lift my shirt up and over my breasts. He then leans down and licks then sucks my right nipple then moves to the left and does the same, only this time nipping at my left.

I bite my lip as the feeling sends a spark down to my clit and I buck towards him slightly.

Harry stands up lifting my shirt off completely before tossing it behind on the floor. Next he dips his fingers into my jeans and shimmies them down with my underwear and helps me step out of them. “Lay down on the bed for me baby” he puts his hand on my chest as he pushes me backwards and I sit on the end of bed before pulling myself more centre.

Harry unbuttons his shirt in the mean time not once breaking eye contact with me as I lay down and look up at him. He unbuckles his belt next then crawls onto the bed and hooks his hands under my thighs til he grabs hold of my hips and pulls me closer towards him til my pussy is right front of his face. “Wait, you don’t have to do that if you don’t want..” I tell him, as I move my hand to cup myself but Harry grabs onto my hand and holds it down beside me. “I’m going to eat your pussy. I’m going to make it messy. And you’re going to be a good girl and let me.” I whisper out an okay as Harry then licks a strip up then down before delving his tongue in and going straight for my clit. I haven’t experienced this before, my ex wasn’t a big fan of making me cum so to have someone who’s so eager to devour me is a whole new experience that feels so thrilling.

Harry holds down my hips from bucking towards his face as I greedily want his tongue deeper. He then moves his hand from under me and uses two fingers to slide between my folds and hold me open as he uses his tongue to circle my clit before sucking it, I moan loudly as I use my hands to grab onto my breasts, playing with my hardened nipples as he uses those same fingers to push inside me as he hooks his middle finger up to press on my gspot just under my clit. “Im going to cum, I’m going to cum please” I chant as I try wiggle away from his mouth not wanting to squirt in his face. Harry keeps his assault on my clit steady as I moan and cum all over his mouth and the sheets.

“Told you I’d make it messy baby” he proudly claims as he climbs up my body kissing me on the hipbone, then my bellybutton, my left breast, my collarbone, then my lips. I slowly come down from my climax, my breathing returning to normal. “Thank you” I whisper against his lips as he litters my mouth with kisses. Still on top of me Harry then reaches down and holds my knee to the side as he then moves back to kneel between my legs. My hands are rubbing down my body caressing every point he kissed as he reaches into his wallet in his back pocket and pulls out a condom. He pulls himself out of his jeans and wiggles his boxers down and I watch as his he rolls the condom onto his lengthy cock. My mouth waters at the idea of sucking it, maybe someday if not tonight.

Harry then leans down and lines himself up with my core tapping the tip of his cock against my budding clit before sliding it down and inside me. I close my eyes as I feel the burning stretch of him filling me up. I grab hold of his sides with my hands, my fingertips slightly digging in as he continues to push in, my walls adjusting to his size as they pulse around him. Harry sighs as he dives his head into the pillow beside my head. He stills himself as if he’s silently asking if im okay for him to move, I nod my head like I’m reading his mind and whimper “I’m okay” he then pulls out and this time is faster as he pushes himself in.

He holds onto my head with his right hand as he pumps himself in and out of my weeping hole, moaning in my ear to “take it like a good girl” I hold myself in place by gripping his back with my nails I can feel myself ready to cum again already. I whimper “please don’t stop I’m almost there..” as I purposefully squeeze his cock with my pussy but just then he lets go of my head and pushes himself up and pulls out.

I reach out to grab him but he grabs my hand and places it on my tummy. “Turn around face down ass up” I do as I’m told as quickly as I can and Harry grabs hold of my hips as he lines himself up again. “You ever been fucked in this tight hole before?” Harry asks as he traces a circle with his thumb. “No, but I’ve always wanted to try” I say as I try to look at him. Harry then guides himself back into my weeping hole and the delicious burn of his thick cock filling me has me closing my eyes again as I try to concentrate on getting my orgasm back.

“Well we’ll save that for another night. Don’t want to be greedy with you just yet baby”

Harry keeps a rhythmed pace as he continues to fuck me from behind using his hands to guide my hips to smash back onto him. I can feel my orgasm growing again, this time leading my own hand underneath me between my legs to my clit to rub tight little circles with my ring and middle finger “that’s a good girl, come on my cock baby” Harry urges as he quickens the pace, seeming to be chasing his own high. I moan loudly as I cum, my body shaking as I squirt and I bring my fingers to my mouth to lick them clean. Harry follows quick with a few hard grunts and moans as I feel himself still inside me filling up the condom.

I move to push myself up by my arms as Harry leans down and litters my neck with kisses down my spine. He pulls out and I’m left feeling empty as he then ties a knot in the condom and tosses it in the trash under the nightstand. I kneel on the bed, suddenly becoming more aware of my surroundings, the sheets are soaked underneath me but Harry still climbs into bed next to me before pulling my arm to lay beside him. Our breathing erratic as we try to catch our breath.

“So…” Harry starts. “So…” I copy. Harry runs his finger up and down my arm “so, what are you thinking?” He asks quietly. The only light in the room coming from the old lampshade that flickers with a buzzing sound. “I think, if you continue to fuck me like that, then I’ll follow you anywhere.” I chuckle before looking at Harry. He grabs hold of my neck gently with his free hand and pulls me into a kiss.

“Deal.”

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