7. Seven

The sun glinted off the chrome of my rig as I fired her up. Another day, another haul. But something was different this time. I could feel it in my bones.

Jamie sauntered out of the motel, hips swaying, a devilish glint in his eye. The little shit had gotten under my skin last night. I don't mix business with pleasure, especially not with batshit crazy little twinks like him. But damn if he didn't look good climbing up into the cab, his pert ass taunting me.

I put the hammer down, engine roaring, wheels eating up the blacktop. Miles to go. Sitting this close to Jamie, I could smell his sweet scent mixed with the tang of blood and sex. It was driving me wild, but I kept my eyes on the road, hands gripping the wheel until my knuckles went white.

Memories kept jumping to the forefront of my mind of how Jamie had climbed on top of me, how I'd let him take what he wanted while I played dead. I never thought I'd be into that sort of thing. I was all for a rough and dirty tumble in the sheets, but playing possum while he used my dick like his personal toy? That was a whole new can of worms and I wasn't sure how to unpack the fact that I'd liked it.

We'd been on the road for hours, nothing but empty desert and telephone poles whizzing by. The cab was thick with tension you could cut with a knife. Jamie was humming tunelessly under his breath, tapping his fingers against the dash. It set my teeth on edge.

"Would you cut that out?" I snapped.

Jamie turned to me with an innocent expression, but I could see the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "What's the matter, honey bunny? Am I getting on your nerves?"

"You could say that," I growled. My grip tightened on the wheel as Jamie's hand slid over to my thigh, fingers digging in.

"Maybe you need something to take your mind off things," he purred, hand creeping higher. "I could help with that."

I bit back a groan, trying to focus on the road. But it was damn near impossible with Jamie palming me through my jeans. I was getting hard embarrassingly fast. He knew just how to push my buttons.

Jamie leaned in close. "Pull over. I wanna suck your cock."

I pushed him away. "Not now. Traffic's about to pick up. We're gonna be in Flagstaff by the top of the hour."

Jamie pouted, but pulled his hand away. "Fine. But you owe me later." He slouched back in his seat, staring out at the barren landscape .

I let out a slow breath. This kid was going to be the death of me. We'd barely known each other a few days, and he already had me wrapped around his little finger. I didn't like it one bit.

The miles stretched on, silent except for the rumble of the engine. Just outside of Flagstaff, around noon, I pulled off the highway into a truck stop on the edge of town, diesel fumes and greasy food smells filling the air.

"Why are we stopping?" Jamie asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I need to fuel up. And take a piss if that's alright with you, your highness." I cut the engine and pushed open the door.

Jamie followed me as I crossed the parking lot to the restroom. I should have known he wouldn't let me have a moment's peace. As soon as we were in the bathroom, he crowded me into a stall and shut the door behind us, locking it.

"I thought I told you to wait in the truck," I said through gritted teeth, trying to keep my voice steady as he pressed in.

"Since when do I ever listen to you?" His breath was hot on my neck, teeth grazing my earlobe.

I turned my back and tried to shrug him off, but his grip only tightened, fingernails digging into my skin through my shirt. The pain sent a jolt straight to my cock. I hated how my body responded to him, like he'd flipped some secret switch inside me.

"We can't do this here," I hissed, eyes darting to the door. It was flimsy, only a thin sheet of metal between us and discovery. "Someone could walk in."

"That's half the fun," Jamie purred. He pressed his hips flush against my ass and I could feel the hard ridge of his erection. "Don't pretend you don't get off on the risk. "

Damn him, but he was right. There was a twisted thrill in the possibility of getting caught. My heart raced and my blood sang with adrenaline.

Jamie's clever fingers found my fly, popping the button and sliding down the zipper with agonizing slowness. I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper as he reached inside my briefs to wrap a hand around my aching cock.

Jamie stroked me slowly, his grip maddeningly light. I tried to thrust into his fist, but he held me firmly in place with his other arm banded across my chest. He was surprisingly strong for such a skinny thing.

"Uh uh," he tutted. "I'm in charge here."

"The fuck you are," I growled, but couldn't stop myself from doing exactly what he instructed.

The wet slide of his palm over my desperate cock was obscenely loud in the cramped bathroom, echoing off the grimy tiled walls. The air was thick with the musky scent of arousal. Anyone who walked in would know exactly what we were doing.

Jamie mouthed at my neck, lips and teeth and tongue, no doubt leaving marks for later. He knew I hated it, hated carrying around visible proof of my indiscretions, but that only made him more determined to stake his claim.

"God, you have such a nice big cock," he breathed hotly in my ear. "Bet this big rig has made a lot of needy holes happy."

"If you're going to jerk me off, fucking do it already," I hissed.

Jamie just laughed, low and dirty. His hand sped up on my shaft, twisting on the upstroke in a way that made my toes curl in my boots. I was leaking steadily now, slicking his palm with every stroke. The filthy slide of skin on skin seemed to fill the world, narrowing down to the tight coil of heat building at the base of my spine .

I let my head drop back against Jamie's shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. I could feel the tickle of his hair against my cheek, the solid heat of his body pressed along the length of mine. In that moment, he felt like the only real thing, the only thing anchoring me as pleasure threatened to sweep me away.

His other hand slid under my shirt, nails raking over my stomach and chest. He found my nipple and pinched hard, sending a bolt of pain-tinged pleasure zinging through me. My hips bucked into his fist helplessly, chasing more of that delicious friction.

"That's it," Jamie purred. "Fuck my hand just like that. Wanna feel you lose control."

I was panting now, harsh breaths punched out of me with every stroke. Sweat beaded my brow and stung my eyes. I could feel my release building, balls drawing up tight. I was so close, just a little more...

The creak of the restroom door had my eyes flying open. Jamie's hand stilled on my cock, but he didn't let me go.

Panic seized me as heavy footsteps approached. Jamie held me tight, trapping me there with my dick out and his hand still wrapped around it. I tried to twist away, but he only gripped me harder, fingernails biting into my flesh.

The newcomer stopped at the stall two down from us. I heard the sound of a zipper, the splash of piss hitting porcelain. My face burned with humiliation, sure we'd been caught.

Jamie slowly started stroking me again, languid pulls from root to tip. I bit my tongue to keep from groaning, knowing the smallest sound would give us away. He seemed to like that, the threat of discovery, of being seen in such a compromising position. His hips rolled against my ass, letting me feel how hard he was in his tight jeans .

It was the longest piss of my life, each second stretching into an eternity. I was sure the guy must have heard the slick slide of Jamie's hand on my cock, my ragged breathing, the hammering of my traitor heart. But he finally finished, zipped up, and left without ever acknowledging our presence.

The second the door swung shut behind him, Jamie spun me around and dropped to his knees. He looked up at me through his lashes, a wicked gleam in his eyes, and swallowed me down to the root.

I had to slap a hand over my mouth to keep from groaning out loud.

Jamie's mouth was sinful perfection, hot and tight around my throbbing cock. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head, lapping up the steady drip of pre-cum. I threaded my fingers through his hair, trying to restrain myself from fucking into his throat.

He pulled off with an obscene pop, lips spit-slick and swollen. "Don't hold back, honey bunny. I want you to use me." His voice was a low rasp, eyes glassy with lust.

I fisted a hand in his hair, pulling just hard enough to sting, and guided him back onto my aching shaft. He moaned around my girth, taking me deep until I hit the back of his throat.

I thrust shallowly, feeling the flutter of his throat around the sensitive head. Jamie just relaxed and took it, his clever tongue working me over. He swallowed around me and I saw stars, hips stuttering.

I picked up the pace, fucking his face now, using him for my pleasure. And he was loving every second, moaning and drooling around my cock.

His hand slid into his jeans, palming himself roughly. The knowledge that sucking me off got him so hot had me teetering on the razor's edge of orgasm.

I tightened my grip, holding him in place as I hammered into the tight clutch of his throat until I came. I cursed out as my orgasm crashed over me, hips jerking as I filled Jamie's willing mouth with cum. He swallowed it down eagerly, throat working around my shaft, milking every last drop.

When I finally released him, Jamie sat back on his heels and licked his lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned up at me. "Fuck, I love sucking your cock. You taste so good."

I tucked myself away and zipped up with shaking hands, still trying to catch my breath. My legs felt like jelly. Jamie had sucked my brain out through my dick.

He climbed to his feet, pulling me in for a sloppy kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it sent a dirty thrill through me.

Jamie palmed my softening cock through my jeans. "Think you can get it up again for me? I need you to fuck me. Like right now."

I groaned into his mouth. "Jesus fuck, kid, you're insatiable. Give a guy some recovery time."

Jamie just grinned wickedly and nipped at my bottom lip. "Tick tock, cowboy. Clock's running and I need that big cock in me pronto."

He shoved me back against the wall, nimble fingers making quick work of my belt buckle. I caught his wrists, stopping him before he could get my fly open again.

"Not here. Too risky."

Jamie pouted but relented, stepping back. "Fine. But you better deliver on that rain check, and soon." He adjusted himself in his painted-on jeans, not bothering to hide the prominent bulge.

I splashed some cold water on my face at the sink, trying to clear my head. This kid was going to get us both in trouble if I didn't rein him in. But God help me, the thought of pounding into his tight little ass had me half hard again already.

We made our way back to the rig, Jamie practically skipping while I tried to affect a casual stride on still-wobbly legs. As soon as I had the engine going, Jamie's hand was on my thigh, creeping toward my crotch.

I clamped my hand over his, stopping his upward trajectory. "What did I say?" I growled.

Jamie huffed and flopped back dramatically in his seat. "You're no fun."

"And you're a fucking menace."

I turned my attention back to the road, trying to ignore the way Jamie was squirming in his seat like a kid who needed to pee. The landscape stretched out before us, nothing but scrubby desert brush and distant mesas painting the horizon in streaks of red and gold beneath the merciless sun. Heat mirages made the asphalt shimmer in the distance.

Jamie fiddled with the radio, flipping through staticky country stations until he found one playing something fast and gritty. The twangy guitar set my teeth on edge, but I didn't tell him to turn it off. Anything to distract him from groping me while I was trying to drive.

We'd been on the road for maybe an hour when Jamie twisted in his seat to stare into the back of the cab. "What are we hauling to LA, anyway?"

I hesitated for just a beat before answering. "Car parts. Boring shit, really. Alternators, gaskets, that kind of thing."

Jamie narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously. "Car parts, huh?"

I kept my gaze resolutely on the road stretching out before us, the endless ribbon of sun-baked asphalt flanked by sand and scrub on either side. "Just moving inventory for a client."

"Uh huh. And this client wouldn't happen to have ties to, say, a certain East LA gang known for boosting cars, would they? "

Damn, the kid was too clever for his own good sometimes. I schooled my features into a neutral mask. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a driver."

Jamie let out a derisive snort. "Please. No one's 'just a driver' for the kind of scratch you're pulling in. You forget, I've seen that nice fat wad of cash you keep tucked away. And this time, I'm not talking about your dick."

He leaned in closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So what is it really? Drugs? Guns? Or maybe something more exotic, like endangered animal parts or black market organs?"

I huffed out an exasperated sigh. "Christ, kid, you've got quite the imagination. Drop it. You don't want to know and I'm not telling you. Plausible deniability."

Jamie held up his hands in mock surrender, a smirk playing at his lips. "All right, all right, keep your secrets. But just so you know, danger gets me all hot and bothered. The shadier the cargo, the harder I'm gonna ride you later."

We rode in tense silence for a while, nothing but the rumble of the engine and the tinny twang of the radio filling the cab. Jamie stared out the window, his long elegant fingers tapping out the rhythm against his thigh. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but they kept being drawn back to those restless hands, remembering all too vividly the clever things they'd done to me at our last stop.

Fuck, what was I doing? This was all kinds of stupid, letting the little psycho get close, letting him worm his way under my skin like this. I had rules for a reason - no repeat fucks, no getting attached, no complications. And Jamie? He was the very definition of a complication.

As the miles stretched on, the sun slowly sinking towards the rugged horizon, I couldn't shake the growing unease in my gut. It gnawed at me, an itch I couldn't scratch, a persistent whisper in the back of my mind telling me I was making a huge mistake in letting Jamie stick around.

Sure, the sex was fantastic, mind-blowing even. The way he could play my body like a finely tuned instrument, wringing out pleasure I'd never knew existed. But that's all it could ever be - a physical release, scratching an itch. Anything more was inviting disaster.

I snuck a glance over at Jamie, dozing in the passenger seat, his sinfully full lips parted slightly. He looked almost innocent in sleep, the hard edges of him softened, that manic energy tucked away behind closed eyelids. But I knew the darkness that lurked beneath that pretty facade had seen it firsthand. The kid was dangerous, damaged in ways I was only beginning to comprehend.

And yet, some twisted part of me was drawn to that darkness, moth to a flame. It called to the shadows in my own soul, the ones I tried so hard to outrun. With Jamie, I didn't have to hide the ugliest parts of myself. He embraced them, reveled in them even.

But he knew my secret, and that made him dangerous. I couldn't just let him go, which left me with limited options. I either had to keep him, or kill him. I just wasn't sure yet if I had the balls to do either.