Lucky: The Irish MC Read Online Free
Author: Heather West
deserved to come out grinning on the other side.
Finally, the rig downshifted and started descending. I knew the freight yard was at the bottom of a steep hill and I crossed my fingers than it would be a mostly uneventful trip downwards. Come on, hold steady , I prayed. I had no idea who the driver was, but he was a wily son of a bitch. I’d never had the thought that a rig could move with such ease or speed. Besides, the back of the truck was almost empty except for me. This driver, whoever he was, clearly was at the end of a long run. I wondered if he wanted to be home as much as I did. I wondered if he’d missed pussy as much as I had, if he’d had his own grandiose plans for homecoming. Maybe we could get a beer together , I thought with a wry grin. Maybe this poor son of a bitch wanted to come home even more than I did .
“And yet here we are,” I said aloud. The rig wasn’t grinding as fast as before and I could actually hear myself. We slowed to a stop and I heard the cab door slamming. This was it. In a matter of seconds, I’d be out and free and in the fresh air once again. Jimmy and Mason would grab me, we’d go bury ourselves face-deep in pussy, and everything would be fuckin’ grand. Soon. Just another couple of minutes . I heard the truck gate slide open. Sunlight filled the back of the truck and fresh oxygen wafted into my crate. Greedily, I sucked in mouthfuls and mouthfuls. The fresh oxygen hit my body like a drug and I could feel my blood absorbing all of the nutrients. Strength and relaxation flowed back into my body as if through an IV.
There were some muffled voices and I felt my body tense, excited. Jimmy! Mason! I’m back here! I wanted to yell. But I frowned when I realized that neither of the voices were recognizable. It sounded like an old man…and a woman?
What the fuck was going on here?
Chapter Three
Ella
Sighing, I climbed back into the cab and revved the engine. All that I had left to do was drop the cargo off at the docks, and then I could be on my way. A shower , I thought blissfully. Or a bath. Or a glass of wine in the bath . Yeah, that’s definitely what I want. I closed my eyes blissfully and imagined being stretched out in a warm tub of water, all of the heat soaking into the creases of my body. There was nothing more relaxing than a long bath after a long run, and I was going to make the most out of today. After all, I deserved it. I’d been so good this time, and I’d even made it home a few days early. I hadn’t ever done this well before. Part of me was proud; I felt like trucking was something that I really excelled at. It sounded stupid, especially considering that I wanted to be a doctor, but it was something I took pride in all the same.
“Just go to the end of the yard,” the old man instructed. “Someone will come out and help you with that load.” He winked at me and again I felt that same kind of disarming flash. Why were all these guys trying to flirt with me today? I knew that I wasn’t pretty. At least, not pretty enough to warrant the attention of three random guys. Even if two of them were bikers and one of them was old, it didn’t seem right.
“Thanks,” I said mildly. “And then I’ll loop around for the exit?”
The man shook his head. “There’s a by-way if you keep going straight north,” he said. “Dumps you out on the highway. Might be easier for you to build up speed and keep going that a’way. Make sense?”
I frowned. The old man was grinning and winking at me again, and I couldn’t help but feel like there was some kind of innuendo that I was missing out on.
“Sure,” I said after a beat. “Thanks for all your help.”
The old man saluted and I drove on. The path down to the yard was a sharp decline and I had to shift quickly to keep control of the rig. As it always did when I was in a dangerous situation, my adrenaline spiked and I felt a hot burst of anxiety as I steered
Finally, the rig downshifted and started descending. I knew the freight yard was at the bottom of a steep hill and I crossed my fingers than it would be a mostly uneventful trip downwards. Come on, hold steady , I prayed. I had no idea who the driver was, but he was a wily son of a bitch. I’d never had the thought that a rig could move with such ease or speed. Besides, the back of the truck was almost empty except for me. This driver, whoever he was, clearly was at the end of a long run. I wondered if he wanted to be home as much as I did. I wondered if he’d missed pussy as much as I had, if he’d had his own grandiose plans for homecoming. Maybe we could get a beer together , I thought with a wry grin. Maybe this poor son of a bitch wanted to come home even more than I did .
“And yet here we are,” I said aloud. The rig wasn’t grinding as fast as before and I could actually hear myself. We slowed to a stop and I heard the cab door slamming. This was it. In a matter of seconds, I’d be out and free and in the fresh air once again. Jimmy and Mason would grab me, we’d go bury ourselves face-deep in pussy, and everything would be fuckin’ grand. Soon. Just another couple of minutes . I heard the truck gate slide open. Sunlight filled the back of the truck and fresh oxygen wafted into my crate. Greedily, I sucked in mouthfuls and mouthfuls. The fresh oxygen hit my body like a drug and I could feel my blood absorbing all of the nutrients. Strength and relaxation flowed back into my body as if through an IV.
There were some muffled voices and I felt my body tense, excited. Jimmy! Mason! I’m back here! I wanted to yell. But I frowned when I realized that neither of the voices were recognizable. It sounded like an old man…and a woman?
What the fuck was going on here?
Chapter Three
Ella
Sighing, I climbed back into the cab and revved the engine. All that I had left to do was drop the cargo off at the docks, and then I could be on my way. A shower , I thought blissfully. Or a bath. Or a glass of wine in the bath . Yeah, that’s definitely what I want. I closed my eyes blissfully and imagined being stretched out in a warm tub of water, all of the heat soaking into the creases of my body. There was nothing more relaxing than a long bath after a long run, and I was going to make the most out of today. After all, I deserved it. I’d been so good this time, and I’d even made it home a few days early. I hadn’t ever done this well before. Part of me was proud; I felt like trucking was something that I really excelled at. It sounded stupid, especially considering that I wanted to be a doctor, but it was something I took pride in all the same.
“Just go to the end of the yard,” the old man instructed. “Someone will come out and help you with that load.” He winked at me and again I felt that same kind of disarming flash. Why were all these guys trying to flirt with me today? I knew that I wasn’t pretty. At least, not pretty enough to warrant the attention of three random guys. Even if two of them were bikers and one of them was old, it didn’t seem right.
“Thanks,” I said mildly. “And then I’ll loop around for the exit?”
The man shook his head. “There’s a by-way if you keep going straight north,” he said. “Dumps you out on the highway. Might be easier for you to build up speed and keep going that a’way. Make sense?”
I frowned. The old man was grinning and winking at me again, and I couldn’t help but feel like there was some kind of innuendo that I was missing out on.
“Sure,” I said after a beat. “Thanks for all your help.”
The old man saluted and I drove on. The path down to the yard was a sharp decline and I had to shift quickly to keep control of the rig. As it always did when I was in a dangerous situation, my adrenaline spiked and I felt a hot burst of anxiety as I steered
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