Knights in a Shining Semi
By Nandi Berry
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Copyright 2012 Nandi Berry
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Chapter 1
Rick glared at her then looked back at the road. “I can’t believe he left everything to you.”
Morgan swallowed, that was the third time he’d said that since they’d left the attorneys office. Honestly she couldn’t believe it either. She’d only met Rick’s father a handful of times and she’d never thought anything of his casual attitude toward her. He’d seemed like a nice old man.
“So what’d you do for him?” She glanced at Rick questioningly. Rick kept looking ahead at the road. “I mean your no great fuck.”
Morgan felt her stomach fall to her feet. Was he saying what she thought he was saying?
“I never…”
“Well then why the hell did he leave it all to you?”
“I don’t know.”
He shook his head, then yanked the wheel hard to the right squealing to a halt. “Get out!”
“What?” She glance out the car window. They were on a stretch of highway in the middle of no where. Thousands of miles from home, and God knew how far from another town.
“You heard me… Get the FUCK out!”
She stared at him for a moment her jaw falling open. Reaching behind her seat she grabbed her bags and got out of the car.
Standing on the side of the road she watched him speed away. Okay let him drive for a couple miles and cool off. He’d come back. In the mean time she’d just start walking. Hefting her over night bag, laptop case and purse she started hoofing it.
Chapter 2
An hour later Morgan had resigned to the fact Rick wasn’t coming back. Her cell didn’t get any reception. So she had one choice, she stuck out her thumb at the passing cars, and hoped like hell she didn’t get some psycho.
Finally after more cars and trucks that she could count streamed by a big semi stopped.
Pulling the cab door open she was surprised to see a good looking guy close to her own age in the drive seat. She’d thought only older men with huge guts and bad teeth drove these thing.
“Need a ride?”
“Yeah, If you don’t mind.” She gave him her most charming smile.
“Happy to help a damsels in distress.”
Morgan hauled herself up into the cab. Setting her stuff between the seats, she lean toward him extending her hand. “I’m Morgan O’Rylee.”
“Bud Tyler.” He shook her hand then jerked a thumb toward the back of the cab. “And the lump in the bunk back there is Ken Leery. He’s my driving partner. He does nights, I do days.”
Morgan glanced into the back area of the cab. Two bunks where back there with what looked like a small microwave oven and mini-fridge.
“Thanks for stopping. I was beginning to think every one believed those horror movies.”
He shrugged. “Well I figured Ken and me could take a little thing like you.” He grinned to show he was joking but the thought didn’t settle well with her.
“So how far is the next… well anything?” She asked, changing the subject.
“Not sure. There’s a map on the floor there.” He gestured with his head toward the area she’d set her bags. “Why don’tcha check?”
Moving her bags, Morgan found a road atlas. She knew they were on highway ninety-one and she’d left Bayclare with Rick. Looking she found Bayclare on the map then highway ninety-one and traced the highway north, the next exit was a couple miles a way.
Morgan sighed setting the map down. She murmured. “A ways.”
A quick glance at the digital clock on the dash told her she’d already missed her flight home. Trying to fight back her tears, she looked out the window.
“Ya all right?” Bud asked, after a moment.
She tried to answer around the lump in her throat and failed. Swallowing she tried again. “Yes.”
She could feel his eyes on her and the concerned look on his face said he didn’t believe her.
“So how’d you end up on the side of the road? I haven’t seen a car broke down and you don’t look like a regular hitch hiker.”
“My boy… ex-boyfriend kicked me out of the car.”
“I don’t mean to pry but what the hell was he thinking. I mean it’s dangerous and well…” She caught his suggestive glance.
Morgan sighed, why not tell this guy. Wasn’t like he was going to spread it around. “His father left all his estate to me and a couple charities. Rick accused me of sleeping with his father and then proceeded to tell me he didn’t know why his father would leave it to me, cause I wasn’t that great a lay.” Morgan caught herself she hadn’t meant to say that much, but couldn’t stop herself.
“Sounds like you had yourself a stupid bastard and his own father knew a good thing when he saw it.”
Morgan smiled. “Well I still need to figure out how I’m getting home, and what I’m going to do when I get there.”
“Well Ken and me will take you as far as we can. Where ya live?”
“Upstate New York.”
“Well you’re a long way from home, little lady.”
Morgan sighed again. “Yeah.” She glanced out the window. “Hey there’s a truck stop coming up at the next exit.”
“Okey Dokey.”
****
Morgan swiped her card for the fifth time. The screen flashed. “Can not finish transaction. Contact card distributor.”
“No, no, no.” She shook her head, leaning against the ATM. She couldn’t even get money out to buy dinner.
“There’s the Damsel.” Morgan looked up to see Bud and who she guess was Ken walking toward her. “I was hoping to catch ya. Ken wanted to see why we were off schedule.”
Ken whistle through his teeth. “Don’t blame ya one bit.”
Yeah she was a catch, due to the fact she’d been walking for hours and probably looked like hell warmed over. She ran a hand through her honey blond hair.
“Still in distress aren’t we?” Bud asked.
“Come on, Hon, we’ll buy you dinner.” Ken added.
Morgan shook her head. “I can’t impose any more…”
“You’re not imposing, we asked you to. Besides free phones in the trucker booths. Maybe you can call someone to help ya out.”
She caved, not like anyone else was offering her help. Morgan let them lead her into the truck stops diner. After ordering they gestured to the phone hooked to the booth.
Flipping over her credit card she called the number on the back. After going through the push button menu she finally got an operator. It took another ten minutes to verify all the information on her account. Frustrated, she finally said, “Can you tell me why my damn card won’t work?”
“Well, miss, it’s been canceled. A Mister Delnario, removed you from the account.”
“But it was my account. How could he do that?” Morgan glanced at Bud and Ken realizing she needed to lower her voice.
“He was given that authority, when you added him. I’m sorry there’s nothing I can do.”
“I understand thank you.” Morgan hung up and put her head in her hands. Great she had two dollars to her name. Thanks to that pecker head Rick. Two years together, talk of marriage, kids and all of it goes down the drain.
Bud put a hand on her shoulder. “We couldn’t help but over hear.” He looked to Ken who nodded. “Listen this load we got is going to Texas. After that we could finagle a load going north.”
Morgan felt the tears coming again. “I can’t ask you to do that. I mean it’s a lot of trouble and you don’t even know me. I can’t pay you.”
Ken shook his head. “If our momma’s knew we left you here in you’re predicament, our back sides would be tanned. One of us is always driving so there’s a bunk free, and we’ll be perfect gentlemen.”
Morgan was utterly surprised by the kindness they we’re giving her. All her life she’d fought for everything, her job, Rick. Now suddenly things were being giving to her and complicating her entire life. Ironically she’d just been given a large sum of money that she couldn’t access until she got back home. Since it had gone directly into a savings account she couldn’t access unless she went to the bank. That’s what she got for going with a locally owned bank. Although on the plus side Rick couldn’t get at it at all.
Bud grinned. “What choice have ya got really?”
She looked from one to the other. Sighing she said, “Okay. I just need to make one more call.”
They nodded in unison.
She called her boss. “Hi Ted, I was wondering if I could keep working via the lap top?”
Chapter 3
“It was nice of your boss to be so understanding.”
Morgan nodded. “Yeah, Ted’s a good guy. It’s been a slow year at the Journal or I bet he would’ve paid for a plane ticket.”
Ken smiled at her from the drivers seat. “I, for one, am glad he didn’t.”
“Yeah… well, I’m just glad he agreed to wire me my next paycheck.”
“So what do you do?” Bud asked from the back of the cab.
Morgan turned so she could see him as well. “I write a sex advice column.”
Bud choked on his soda, and Ken grinned at her.
“No really. What do you do?”
“I write an advice column on sex and relationships. People send in questions and I reply to them. Which seems to be a bit ironic given my predicament.”
“Sweetie, from what you told me it sounds like it was your exes problem not your’s.” Bud said, from the back.
Morgan mentally shook herself, she was on her way home. Now she knew Rick‘s true colors and was rid of him. So no more feeling sorry for herself. When she got home she’d take that inheritance and maybe actually take some time off go to Hawaii or Maui.
“You’re right, Bud, it’s his loss.”
****
Morgan jerked awake as the thunder of the engine died. Momentarily disoriented she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, gaining her wits.
“Want some breakfast?”
She looked down into Ken’s smiling, albeit tired, face.
“I need coffee.”
He gave her that crooked grin of his, she was becoming familiar with. Offering her his hand he helped her down from the bunk. Bud let out a snore and rolled over.
“We’ll bring him back some thing.” Ken said catching her glance.
Climbing out of the cab, they crossed the parking lot, and entered the Flying Jay travel plaza.
“I’m going to freshen up. I’ll meet you in the diner.”
Ken nodded, as she headed for the ladies room. A glance in the mirror confirmed her worst fear. She looked like crap. Retrieving a brush from her purse she did her best to tame her hair.
“This jobs hell on the looks.”
Morgan looked over to find a thirty something lady standing next to her.
“I’m not a driver.”
“Oh, husband or boyfriend?”
“Neither, I’m just hitching.”
The other woman shook her head. “That’s dangerous hon, and side’s you don’t look the type.”
Morgan shrugged and pulled her hair back in a ponytail. “It was a necessary evil.”
“Well where ya headed, maybe I can take you a few miles.”
Tucking her brush back in her purse she realized she didn’t want to ride with some one else. She’d already spent a few days with Bud and Ken. They had started to grow on her. “I’ve got a ride, but thanks any way.”
The woman shrugged. “Okay, it’s your ass.”
Leaving the rest rooms Morgan headed to the diner and found Ken sitting in a booth. “I ordered coffee for us. I hope that was ok?”
“Okay? That’s great.” Morgan replied sliding into the booth across from him and picking up a menu. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“How did you and Bud hook up?”
Ken set his menu down. “Ah, we’ve been friends for years. Seemed natural when we both got CDLs to become partners.”
“Did you always want to drive a tractor-trailer?”
He shook his head. “No, when I was five I wanted to be a race car driver.”
Morgan felt her lips quirk, and took a drink of her coffee. A waitress stopped at the end of their table. Setting down her coffee, she gave the menu a quick once over. “Could I get the ham and cheese omelet, with bacon, sausage, and toast?”
“Sure, Hon, and you?” The waitress turned to Ken.
“Pancakes, and sausage. Could you also put together a number eight to go and fill these?” He set two thermos on the table.
“Sure thing, hon.” After writing down their order, she picked up the thermoses and headed for the kitchen.
“So what about you did you always want to do what you’re doin’?”
Morgan shrugged, sipping her coffee. “I’ve done a lot of things, this is just the one thing I’m good at.”
“Giving that… type of advice is the one thing you’re good at?”
Morgan tipped her head to the side, shrugging one shoulder. “If you can’t do, teach. If you can’t teach, write.”
Ken leaned back in his booth. “Don’t believe it.”
****
Morgan felt Bud glance at her, for what seemed like the millionth time in the last hour.
“Okay, Bud, what is it? Do I have some thing on my face? Or did I grow a second head?”
“No, sorry.”
She notice his hands flex on the steering wheel. Closing her laptop she set it down between the seats. “What’s going on? Ever since that last stop where you and Ken talked, you’ve been acting strange.”
He sighed. “Here’s the thing. When we called dispatch, they said there aren’t any available loads going north east. So whatever we take is just going to…well you get the idea.”
“Oh.” She wasn’t sure what to say. They had to go where the loads went, so what could she do.
He rushed on. “The thing is we like having you around. So if you can deal with us.”
Morgan bit her lip, truth was she could work wireless for as long as she needed. Ted had told her so. She didn’t have anyone or thing to rush home to.
“As long as you don’t mind having me tagging along, just take whatever loads you want.”
He glanced at her. “Serious?”
“Yeah, there’s nothing important for me at home and I’m actually have fun.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Getting free meals isn’t too bad either.”
He shot her a grin. “We get reimbursed for our meals and gas, so it’s no skin off our noses.”
She smiled, stretching her arms over her head. “Good to know.” As she lowered her arms she caught Bud checking her out. “So Bud can I ask you a personal question?”
“Shoot.”
“Do you have a girl friend?”
He chuckled. “That’s a loaded question, but the simple answer is no. And before you ask neither does Ken.”
Morgan turned toward him, intrigued. “So why is that a loaded question?”
Bud scratched at the stubble on his cheeks. “Well it’s complicated.”
“Because you’re on the road.”
“There’s that.” He glanced at her uneasy.
“Bud if your uncomfortable talking about this tell me. We can change the subject. I know sometimes I’m to nosey for my own good, but maybe I can help.”
Bud smiled. “Maybe.”
“Aww go ahead and tell her.” Ken muttered, from the bunk area startling them. He sat up, running a hand through his mussed hair.
“See we spend more time on the road, together, than any where else so we’d like to find a gal who could deal with us gone all the time.”
“And not need to find some one else to fill her bed.” Ken added from the back.
“I can’t believe that would be really hard.”
“It probably wouldn’t be hard, but finding someone who‘s into a threesome, that‘s a little harder.”
Morgan‘s eyes widened. That would complicate things. Composing herself Morgan said, “So when you said a gal, you meant one woman for both of you.”
“Yup.”
Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Kinky. Now if you found a woman who’d be interested in this situation, why not just have her ride with you?”
“That would be great, but most woman don’t like this lifestyle.”
“I can understand why.” Morgan ran a hand through her hair.
Ken chuckled. “No worries hon, we’ll take some down time in Sweetwater and you can get cleaned up.”
Morgan smiled, back at him. “Thanks.” Looking out the windshield she thought about what they said. It wasn’t any more crazy than half the letters she got on a daily basis.
Chapter 4
Morgan threw herself down on the double bed in the hotel room, with a sigh. She closed her eyes for a moment then got up. Walking into the bathroom she turned on the shower, undressed and got in. She let out another sigh, as the water splashed over her. After a moment of just enjoying the spray, she picked up the small bottle of hotel shampoo. Lathering up her hair, she scrubbed it, rinsed and then did it again. Picking up the bar of hotel soap Morgan unwrapped it and scrubbed every inch of her body, twice.
Feeling like a new woman she got out, wrapping her hair and body in towels. Walking over to the bed she began digging through her bag. Just as she got her underwear and a tank top on there came a knock on the door.
“Just a sec.” She called grabbing the towel she’d dropped on the floor and wrapping it around her waist.
“Morgan.”
She opened the door as far as the chain allowed, Bud stood outside her door. With his russet colored hair washed and combed back, she could see his dark green eyes clearly. He had to stand around six something and okay so he had a little extra around the middle, but she liked something to grab on to. Now that she thought about it Ken wasn’t anything to sneer at. He had blond hair, hazel eyes, stood slightly shorter than Bud, and was thinner.
“Hang on.” She shut the door, undid the chain and reopened it. “What can I do for you, Bud?”
She watched his eyes run over her, as he licked his lips. “I was going over to the diner to get some take out. Would you like anything?”
“How’s about a burger and fries?” She shrugged. “Maybe if you two aren’t too sick of me you could come over and watch a movie.”
He smiled. “I’d like that. I’ll ask Ken to join us. Be back in a jiffy.”
Morgan smiled back, then watched as he jogged across the street, before shutting the door again. She wasn’t really thinking of doing it. No. That’d be just crazy. Morgan leaned against the door, then again why not? Seducing two men at once, doing two men at once. Well if it didn’t go well it’d be one hell of a story.
Walking over to her bag, she dug out a pair of shorts and pulled them on. Her mind ran through the possibilities of how to proceed, as Morgan halfheartedly flipped through the channels, waiting for the guys to get back. She wasn’t really going to go through with it. So they were nice, good looking and so far treated her well. It didn’t mean it would work out in the long run. But was she looking for long run? Just look where a two year relationship had left her. A knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts.
“Just a sec.” She called climbing off the bed and opened the door.
“We have burgers and fries.” Bud began coming in and setting the bags he was carrying on the small table.
“And beer.” Ken finished following and setting a six pack next to them.
“Great.” She muttered, closing the door and walking over.
Both men looked at her. Ken spoke up. “You okay?”
Morgan shook her head, and smiled at them. “Yeah, just thinking about something.”
She took an offered Styrofoam boxes with a burger and fries in it and a beer, then sat on the bed. She watched as the guys doled out their food, then joined her on the bed. After a moment she glanced at each of them, then said, “I’ve been thinking about your problem.” They looked at her expectantly. “And I think I have a solution.”
“Well what is it?”
Morgan smiled. “Me.” Both of the men opened their mouths, but she cut them off. “I’m not talking about a rebound thing or a pay back thing. We’re three adults and…” She shrugged. “You have me intrigued.”
Bud and Ken exchanged a glance. “You’re sure about this?”
Morgan nodded. “I wouldn’t of brought it up, if I wasn’t.” They exchanged another glance. “Listen I’m not taking this lightly. I’ve thought about it and know what I’m getting into.”
Bud grinned at Ken, who nodded. “All right. How’s about this? We’ll give you a taste of what you’re getting into tonight, if you like it we’ll go from there?”
Reaching over Bud took her food. “And there’s no time like the present.”
Ken set his food on the table, then leaned toward her. “Don’t worry, we’ll take it easy.”
She met him half way. “Maybe I don’t want you to take it easy.”
He groaned, descending on her, his lips crushed hers. They were soft, warm and tasted like mustard, ketchup with a hint of hamburger. He cupped her cheek with one hand, the other caressing her breast through her tank top. Morgan felt wetness gathering between her thighs, Rick had never been able to get her wet with a kiss. Mentally she shook herself. Why think about Rick when she had two guys waiting to take care of her?
Ken pulled away, running his thumb over her full lips. Opening her eyes, Morgan gazed into his face. From behind her Bud wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. He placed light kisses along her neck. She noted his naked chest brushed her shoulders and hard erection press against her ass. Tipping her head to the side, she watched as Ken shed his clothes.
Bud’s fingers found their way under her tank top, inching it up higher and higher, until he pulled it completely off. Ken climbed on the bed clad in just his boxers. His erection jutting forward, tenting them. As Bud fondled her breasts, Ken slipped his hands under the waist band of her shorts pushing them down. Morgan leaned her head back against Bud’s shoulder. Turning slightly she brushed her lips over his cheek. He shifted his head, claiming her mouth with his. Unlike Ken’s sweet kiss, Bud’s was hard and demanding. As his tongue broke between her lips, Ken finished removing her lower garments.
Morgan moaned into Bud’s mouth when Ken caressed her calves, he moved slowly up kissing, licking and running his hands over her legs. No man had ever touched her like that, they’d all been just interested at the junction between. She shivered as his lips found a sensitive spot on her inner thigh. Bud’s hands stroked her breast, teasing her nipples until they were hard little pebbles.
Bud broke their kiss, rocking his erection against her ass. A gasp escaped her as Ken pulled her lower lips farther apart and plunged his tongue into her pussy.
Bud’s mouth moved down her neck, then back up. “Has anyone ever fucked you up the ass?”
It took a moment for her sex addled mind to process his question. “Yeah, but it’s been awhile.”
He squeezed her tits. “How longs awhile?”
Ken’s tongue laved her clit. Bud’s cock pressed against her, as he nibbled on her neck and shoulder. How the hell was she supposed to think? Her body hummed as both men played her like a fine tuned guitar.
“So, baby, how longs awhile?” Bud murmured in her ear, his hand moving down to tease her butt. As his fingers probed her anus, Morgan’s hips shot forward, slamming her pussy into Ken’s face. Bud chuckled as Ken sputtered, and backed away rubbing his lips.
“Damn could ya warn a guy?”
Morgan felt her face burn with embarrassment. Maybe Rick was right, maybe she was a lousy fuck. He retreated off the bed, grabbing his jeans and fishing something out of the pocket. “I’m sorry, Ken.” She murmured.
“Don’t be.” He returned to the bed and leaned forward kissing her lightly on the lips. “It’s Bud’s fault, ’sides he talks to much.” Bud let out a growl as Ken guided her down on the bed, pressing kisses to her face, then down to her chest. All thoughts flew out of her head when the tip of his cock brushed her entranced. He ripped open the package he’d pulled out of his pocket. Seconds later, he shifted his hips sliding his length into her sheath. She hissed, in pleasure at the sudden fullness. Ken set a slow sensuous pace, sliding almost completely out then back in just as entirely.
Morgan groaned wrapping her legs around his waist, urging him to move faster. Her eyes closed as she pumped her hips in time with Ken’s thrusts. His lips ran down her throat, nipping and sucking finding a spot she never knew existed that sent a tingle down her spine making her squirm.
“Damn you’re sexy, baby.” Bud muttered reminding Morgan he was there. She looked over watching his hand work up and down his cock. “Want to help me out?”
“Yeah.” She lowered her legs and Ken pulled out. He grabbed her hips and flipped her, then pulled her to her knees. Bud maneuvered himself under her, guiding her mouth to his cock. Ken entered her as she took Bud in her mouth. Using her tongue, she toyed with the under side of Bud’s cock. Bud groaned his fist tangling in her hair, she relaxed her throat letting him fuck her mouth.
Ken reach around caressing her breasts, as he pounded into her. One hand slipped down to circle her clit. Morgan moaned around Bud’s cock, and his hand tightened in her hair. She felt her climax rising, as Ken continued his administrations while working his cock in and out of her. Morgan arched back against him, trying to encourage him to go harder and faster. But he wouldn’t be rushed taking his time, drawing her closer and closer to the edge. A moan ripped from her as her orgasm hit, her pussy convulsing around Ken’s cock drawing his climax out.
“Fuck.” Bud’s hand tightened in her hair. “Morgan, I’m gonna…” He trailed off as she sucked harder. His hips jerked forward and warm, slightly, salty come splashed down her throat. She quickly swallowed, every drop. When he went soft, she released him. Looking up at his delightedly shocked face and licked her lips. He grinned, looking pasted her at Ken, who’d untangled himself from her and lay at the foot of the bed.
“You okay, darlin’?” Ken drawled as she lay down beside Bud.
“Wonderful.” She replied.
Bud pulled her close. “Good cause we’re just starting.”
Chapter 5
Morgan burrowed under the blanket, as hands caressed her. At first she thought she was dreaming, then she remembered Ken and Bud still shared her bed. One pair of hands cupped her breast as fingers from the other pair traced her slit. Lips ran down her neck. She moaned half in pleasure, half in protest as the fingers invaded her sore pussy.
“Are you all right, sweetie?” Ken murmured in her ear.
“Yeah. I’m just a little sore, not used to such treatment.”
“We go to hard on you last night?” Bud asked.
Her eyes fluttered open. “No.” She smiled. “Just hard enough.”
The men chuckled. The sound of Convoy paired with a vibrating cell, made Bud roll away and fumble for his jean. Morgan cuddled closer to Ken as cool air hit her back, when Bud sat up answering the phone. “Hello.”
Morgan listen absently to Buds, monosyllabic answers to whoever was on the phone as Ken continued a sensual assault on her chest. A few minutes later he snapped the phone shut.
“All right you two, got a load heading for Tallahassee, pick ups in an hour.”
Morgan looked at him over her shoulder. “I thought you said there weren’t any loads going that way.”
“I let the girl in dispatch know we wanted to go that way and to let me know if any thing became available.“ He reached over patting her butt. “Come on we got just enough time to get a shower and breakfast.”
****
Morgan sat on the lower bunk in the back of the cab finishing off her Egg McMuffin when her cell went off. The sound of the Darth Vader’s theme seemed to echo in the cab. Rick. It’d been a joke when she’d done it, her “other half” the dark side. Now it wasn’t so funny. She stared hard willing the call to go to voice mail.
The cab rocked and the passenger side door opened as Ken climbed in. “You gonna get that?”
She shook her head. “It’s the ex.”
“Want me to get it?”
Her imagination conjured up Rick’s face when he got Ken instead of her. She smiled, but shook her head again. “It’ll go to voice mail in a sec.”
“All right, but just so you know no one messes with our gal.”
Morgan felt her heart do a little flip, no one had ever called her theirs before.
The cell stopped ringing a few seconds later it beeped to let her know she had a voice message. She didn’t really want to hear what he had to say. After all the jerk had left her on the side of the road and broke to boot, but figured it was better than getting another nasty surprise. Flipping the phone open she hit the button to retrieve the message.
“Morgan, I know I was a jerk.” Well that was the understatement of the year. “I just felt betrayed by my old man. I mean, I’m his son. Anyway I’d really like to talk to you… I’m worried no one will talk to me and Billy refuses to let me into the house to get my stuff. When did you get the locks changed anyway?” He sighed, and she waited with a smile to see if there was more. Having her neighbor Billy change the locks on the house had been a small stroke of genius on her part. “Listen I get that you’re probably still mad and that we’re done, but at the very least let me get my stuff back. Ok, well call me… bye.”
Morgan bit her lip snapping the phone shut. His stuff, did he mean just the stuff at her house or the money too. That’s what it boiled down to really, the money, didn’t it? Hell It’d taken this long for him to call. The only thing that he was worried about was his crap. The fact was the bastard owed her for closing her credit card and wiping out her checking account. Morgan puffed out a sigh. In the last few weeks with Ken and Bud she’d tried to keep Rick as far from her thoughts as possible, even though she knew at some point she’d have to deal with him.
Ken cleared his throat to get her attention. “So?”
“He wants his stuff.”
Ken nodded, watching her, she studied the phone in her hands. Her mind swirled with thoughts and she didn’t notice Ken move from the front to sit next her on the bunk. Morgan started when he put his arm around her shoulders, then relaxed against him. He tugged the phone from her hands and tossed it behind them.
“When you're up to it call him back and tell him he can have his stuff when you get home… but you got no idea when that’ll be.” He grinned, “Since you hooked up with two incredibly handsome truck drivers.”
“I think I’ll leave the handsome truck drivers out, he already thinks pretty low of my morals.”
“Ah screw ‘um, he’s a dumbass for tossing back a catch like you.” As if to make his point, Ken turned her face up toward his, and pressed his lips to hers.
The truck rocked, as the drivers side door opened and Bud hoisted himself in. “Hey no fair, starting without me.”
Morgan pulled away from Ken, smiling. “No worries Bud, if we we‘re starting something I‘d have made him close the curtain.” She nodded to the accordion style privacy curtain, that would cording off the bunk from the seats.
Bud grinned. “Ready to get rollin’?”
Chapter 6
Morgan felt sort of bad for the attendant. He looked utterly shocked, as he set the three towels on the counter. His eyes move from Ken to Bud and then landed on her. She smiled, feeling her face turn red. Taking her hand Bud led them to the privacy of the shower rooms.
Inside Morgan shook her head. “I thought that guy was going to have a heart attack when you told him one room for all three of us.”
Ken grinned at her. “I can just imagine the story in the break room.”
“I don’t really care, just let me at that shower.” Morgan said, tugging her shirt off while toeing out of her shoes. “I can’t wait to get clean and put on clean clothes.” Pulling off her pants, then undergarments Morgan added. “I never realized how much truck stops offered.”
“Not such a hardship after all huh?”
Morgan stepped toward Bud, hooking her fingers in his pants. “Not at all.” She gave him a quick kiss, letting go she sashayed toward the shower stall. Stepping inside she turned on the water then stuck her head back out. “Oh and boys don’t forget the soap, I’m feeling dirty.”
She laughed as they looked at each other, then quickened their pace undressing. Stepping under the spray Morgan sighed. Bud paused in the doorway looking at her. His eyes roamed over her naked wet body. She crooked her finger at him, motioning for him to come to her. He grinned and walked over to her, putting his arms around her. His hard cock poked her in the stomach, she reached down taking it in her hand.
“So how long do we have this for?”
“Well they like you to be quick, but since there’s three of us.” He winked.
Ken entered the stall, slipping behind her. “I got the soap, for our dirty girl.” He began running the bar over her shoulders, down her back over her rump. “Here Bud.” Ken handed Bud the bar of soap over her shoulder then scrubbed between her as cheeks. His thumb pressed against the tight hole back there. Bud lathered up the bar of soap and ran his hands over her chest and stomach. Morgan relaxed into their tender administrations. A hiss escaped her when Ken pressed his thumb farther into her. Instead of pressing farther he pulled away, Morgan moaned in disappointment.
He chuckled. “Someone needs a rinse.”
As Ken angled her into the spray, running his hands over her making sure every ounce of suds were off, Bud leaned out of the shower and picked up something from near the door. Ken spun Morgan so her chest was against his. She closed her eyes as he ran his hard cock between her legs, brushing her slit. She reached down taking his length in her hand and stroking. His breath hitched, and he caught her lips with his. Toying with her tongue, his hands slid down to her breasts.
Morgan's breath caught when she felt Bud rub his cheek against her ass. Gently he spread her butt cheeks, and she gasped when his tongue touched sensitive tissue back there. Ken broke the kiss, she looked up to see him wink then drop to his knees.
Morgan's eye drifted shut again as Ken's tongue circled her clit, Bud's probed her backside. A low moan slipped from her lips as she buried her fingers in Ken's hair. Her hips shifted on their own accord, her stomach muscles tightening. Bud slid one thick digit into her tight hole.
“Oh My God!” She cried, as she exploded in orgasmic bliss. Her hand tightened in Ken's hair, he sucked and licked harder, as Bud moved his finger in and out. Her breathing stuttered, as Ken shoved a finger in her pussy finding her G-spot and rubbing. Another orgasm flooded Morgan's senses, nearly buckling her knees. “Please... guys, no more. I need a moment.” She gasped, holding Ken's shoulder for support.
“Ok Baby.” Bud eased his finger out of her ass as Ken removed his finger.
Arms wrapped around her waist from behind and Bud took her trembling form so Ken could stand. “Let's get cleaned up and get out of here.” Ken said, stroking her cheek.
“But you guys...” Morgan muttered standing on her own.
“It's ok. There's lots of time for us to have fun later.”
Morgan shook her head. “You've got me all opened up and ready.”
They exchanged a glance over her head. She felt Bud shrug, Morgan raised an eyebrow. If that was how they wanted to play, fine. Pressing back she rubbed her ass against Bud's erection, and brought her hands up to cup her breasts. “Don't make my play hard ball, boys.”
Bud groaned and rubbed his cock in the soft cleft between her cheeks. “Ken make a choice, she's killing me.”
“Fine, but you asked for it.” He reached down and grabbed the condoms, off the stall floor. After tossing one at Bud, he ripped his open and slid it on. Pulling her to him, he rammed his cock in her pussy. Morgan moaned as he filled her. The overly sensitive tissue practically vibrating at the intrusion. Ken took a cheek of her ass in each hand, pulling her open for Bud. Something slick and wet hit her skin, then Bud's cock pushed into her. She hissed at the pressure, pushing back and relaxing her muscles.
When Bud was seated, they gave her a moment to catch her breath. All ready primed the sensation of being so full, almost sent her over again. “Guys, I'm not going to last.” She gritted out, her fingers dug into Ken's shoulders.
They began to move, alternating. Bud thrusted as Ken pulled out to the tip, then they switched. Morgan's breath came in little pants as the sensation grew. Her stomach muscles tensed, her thighs shuddered threatening to give out. Then the release came, her pussy quivered as her ass tensed. A gasp slipped from her lips as she slumped forward on to Ken's chest. Ken groaned, thrusting deep and tensed. Behind her Bud followed suit.
“Damn Darlin'.” Bud muttered kissing her shoulder.
****
Morgan slipped out from under Bud's arm, and off the bunk. It was really to small for them both, but he had insisted. She moved to the passenger seat and sat, pulling one leg under the other. Ken glanced at her then back out the windshield. For a few minutes she watched the stream of head lights flashing pass. Each flare gave her glimpses at Ken's face but never a good look.
“Are you angry with me about the shower?”
“Huh?” He spared her another quick glance then went back to the road. “Hell no. What gave you that idea?”
“Well you've been kind of distant.”
When the next headlights washed over the cab she noted his jaw was tense as though he was gritting his teeth. As the lights faded he said. “I'm just wondering what will happen when we get you home.”
“Oh.” It was something she'd been wondering about too. Yet hadn't wanted to dwell on. “Have you found a load going to New York?”
“Yeah.”
She stayed silent, not sure if she was happy or not. There was nothing for her at home, but some dead house plants and her job. Which she'd established she didn't actually need to be in New York to accomplish. Morgan bit her lip, she liked being with both of them but what happened if they tried a relationship and it didn't work out. Would she be on the side of the road, again? No, they wouldn't do that.
She felt like she belonged with these two more than she had any where else. Her decision was easy. The next question was did Ken and Bud feel the same way?
****
Bud frowned at her from across the table. “I thought you'd be happier to know you're all most home.”
Morgan shrugged, moving her breakfast around on her plate. “I've been thinking about something, listen do you get time off?”
They exchanged a glance. “We can take down time when ever we want since we basically work for ourselves. But time really is money to guys like us.”
“Right.” She puffed out a sigh.
Ken and Bud exchanged another look. Ken reached over and took her hand. “Just tell us.”
Morgan eyed them, drawing in a deep breath. “I'd like to have something more with you guys. That is if...” She swallowed, nervously. “If you guys want the same?”
“Morgan, we would love for you to stay with us. But not unless you really want to, this is a hard life. It's not for just anyone.” Bud said, reaching over to take her other hand.
“I get it.” She smiled.
Ken chuckled, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “So why were you asking about time off?”
“I'm going to need a day or two to get thing in order so I can be on the road with you guys long term.”
Bud grinned. “I'm sure it can be arranged.”
Chapter 7
Morgan unlocked the door to her house. She glanced a crossed the street where Billy stood on his pouch watching. Shooing Bud and Ken into the house ahead of her, she waved then followed. Her over protective neighbor had decided to give her the third and fourth degree about not only Rick but her new “friends” too.
Shutting the door she leaned against it and sighed. Back in town fifteen minutes and she already wanted to climb back in the truck and leave.
“Nice place you got here.”
Morgan straightened. “It was my grandmother's house. She left it to my mom, when she passed but ma didn't want it and I was living at home still, so I took it. After fighting off the debt collectors, that is.”
Ken nodded, still looking around.
Bud clapped a hand to his stomach. “So what have ya got to eat in this joint?”
“There's probably nothing edible in house. I'd planned to be gone a week not close to a four. You can rifle through the cupboards though if you want, mi casa et su casa.” She grinned. “I'm going to grab a shower and get this show on the road the sooner I get done the sooner we get rolling.”
Ken stepped toward her, taking her hand he tugged her against him. “I don't know, taking some down time and ravaging you in a real bed has it's appeal.”
Morgan's stomach flipped, as wetness grew between her thighs at his smoldering look. She licked her lips looking up at him. “It does sound appealing,” She peeked around him, looking at Bud. “What do you think?”
He grinned and winked at her, then patted his stomach. “But first I need some food, where's the kitchen?”
“Should I be insulted, he's thinking about his stomach.” Morgan asked looking up at Ken. He shook his head. “Ok, Bud down the hall. It's the big room with the stove, fridge, and table.”
“Funny.” He muttered wandering toward the back of the house.
“Why don't you show me around and while your gone, we'll get settled.” Ken said, stepping back.
“Not much to see this is the living room, Kitchens down there, my office is to the right, and there's a bathroom off to the left. Bedrooms are upstairs, along with another bathroom. You can put your stuff in the master bedroom, and feel free to make yourselves at home.”
Ken nodded, eyeballing the TV. “Got cable?”
“Satellite.”
“Cool.” He moved to the sofa and flopped down picking up the remote.
Grinning she headed upstairs.
A half hour later Morgan came back down to find Ken asleep on the couch while an old movie droned away. In the kitchen, Bud stood next to the counter eating mac and cheese. He paused, fork midway to his mouth, when she stepped into the kitchen.
“Wow.”
She smiled, neither of the guys had seen her in a dress before. Even though she loved the light sundresses she hadn't packed any for the trip, it had seemed disrespectful. “I see you found something to eat.”
“Yeah luckily this stuff had the cheese packets and not the powder stuff. Your milk was chunky.”
“I'll get some grocery's while I'm out.”
He nodded, “What ya got there?”
“Rick's crap. I'm getting up the courage to call him and tell him to come get it.”Morgan glanced at the clock,dropping the box of Rick's stuff on the counter. If she left now she'd have enough time to swing by the bank and get to the Journal before closing. She'd deal with Rick tomorrow.
Bud set his bowl on the counter stepping in front of her. He slipped his arms around her waist. “You sure your ok, with all these changes.”
“Yes.” She looped her arms around his neck, tipping her head up she kissed him. Pulling back she smiled. “I'm not even mad he left me on the side of the road, because if he hadn't I'd have never met you or Ken.”
Bud grinned. “Guess that's one way of looking at it.”
****
Ted enveloped her in a fatherly hug as soon as Morgan stepped into his office. “We've been so worried. Rick was in, bitchin' up a storm. I told him to go fuck himself.”
Morgan nodded, stepping back. “He mentioned no one would talk to him.”
“You spoke to him?” Ted asked, gesturing for her to take a seat.
“He left a message, so I left a message.”
“Does he know your back?”
Morgan shrugged, settling into a leather chair in front of Ted's desk. “I haven't called him yet. Doesn't matter, I wanted to run something by you.”
Ted sat down in his chair. “I'm all ears.”
“I want to keep working on the road.”
Leaning back Ted, scratched his cheek. “Why? You're home now. There's no reason for you to, is there?”
Morgan felt her cheeks heat up under his stare, she drew in a deep breath. “Ted my personal life isn't your concern...”
“It is when it effects the paper. You have a ton of letters sitting on your desk. If you're on the road who'll answer those?”
“You're exaggerating. We don't get that many snail mail letters, besides I can't answer every letter I get. Also most places only have email now, we're the exception not the norm any more.”
Ted frowned at her. “Listen missy, we're a small town newspaper. Not everyone has a computer.”
Morgan bit her lip to keep from letting loose with a snarky comment about dinosaurs.
“If you want to do this, you have to pick up the mail at least once a month. You're lucky, your columns popular. You sell papers.”
Morgan nodded, standing. “I'll make it work.”
“You better. Make sure you pick up your mail, too.”
Nodding she made her exit before he could change his mind.
Chapter 8
Ken yanked open the door for her as Morgan came up the steps. “Thanks. There's more in the car.”
“Got it.”
As she walked toward the kitchen he headed out.
“How'd it go?” Bud asked as she entered the kitchen.
“Good, I was able to turn my savings account into a checking account so no more money worries. I spoke to Ted, we're going to have to talk about it but I think we can work everything out.”
Bud nodded. “So your only loose end is Rick.”
“Yeah.”
“What are you going to do?” Ken asked sitting several bags on the counter.
He phone began ringing the Darth Vader theme. “Guess we'll find out.” Pulling it out of her purse pocket she flipped it open. Out of everything she'd had to do this was the one she hated the most. “Rick.”
“Morgan, why didn't you tell me you were home? I had to hear from Sally at the Big M.”
“I had things to deal with before you. I have a life that was left in the lurch when I...” She stopped herself, drew in a deep calming breath. She wouldn't let him get her riled up. “Listen just come over and get your crap. I'll have everything ready for you.” She snapped the phone shut without waiting for a reply. Turning she forced a smile. “There. Now let's put this stuff away and I'll make dinner.”
****
Morgan snuggled between Ken and Bud, yet couldn't stop herself from jumping every time a car passed.
“Hon, do you want one of us to answer the door when he gets here?” Ken asked wrapping his fingers with her's.
“No this is my problem, I have to deal with it.”
“Ok we'll be right here if you need us.” Bud said.
“Thanks.” She laid her head on his shoulder. A loud knock startled her, causing her to jump. Letting go of Ken's hand she stood. With a tense look at the guys she walked over and opened the front door. Rick stood there.
“Hi.” He muttered, sticking his hands into his pockets.
“Hi.” Reaching down Morgan picked up the box of his stuff she'd set next to the door. “Here you go.”
“This everything.”
“Everything in the house.”
“Uh huh.” He glanced over her shoulder. “What's with the truck?”
“None of your business.” Morgan crossed her arms over her chest. He was trying to blindside her, buying time so he could bring up what he really wanted. The money.
“Really every bodies talking... speculating that you already got some one new.” He looked over her shoulder toward the couch, again. “Or should I say ones.”
“Rick, you lost the right to ask about that stuff, when you left me on the side of the road and didn't come back. You have your crap, now get off my property.”
“What about the inheritance?” Rick snapped.
“What about it?”
“It's rightfully mine.”
Morgan drew a calming breath. “I think the courts will find you wrong in that aspect. I've had a lot of time to think this over, Rick. If you hadn't left me in bumfucked Egypt. If you hadn't closed my accounts and taken my money, I would have turned everything over to you when we got back here. But since you did, I think you owe me. First for all the money in the checking and second for my mental health.” Morgan caught herself and lowered her voice. “Do you realize what could have happened to me out there? Hit by a car, killed, raped...” She looked up at him, to see Rick just glaring at her. “Did you even care?”
Without a word, Rick spun on his heel a stalked off. With a sigh, Morgan closed the door and locked it. She turned to find Bud and Ken standing behind her, they held open their arms and she stepped into their grasp. They hugged her close.
“We care, Morgan.”Bud said, kissing her head.
“As long as your with us, nothing like that will ever happen.”Ken added, pressing his lips to her temple.
Morgan smiled, embracing them back they really were her knight's in a shining semi.
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