Food Truck Hero ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes Part 21


Taking her chin in my hands, I raised her face so her eyes met mine. “I was waiting, like they told me to. I heard you on the phone, telling Monroe how many men were in there. I was so proud of you for having the nerve to do that. Then the dirt bag hit you, and that was it. I could go in shooting, get myself killed, or I could take a handful of nuts, and walk in like I owned the place.”

“God, I love you,” she whispered.

I knew she hadn’t meant to say that, especially not with her boss in the room. But it was said. I couldn’t let the moment pass.

“Me too,” I murmured, giving her a kiss.

Alexander rose abruptly, clearing his throat. “Roy,” he called.

“Found ’em,” his assistant said with a grin. “They’re at St. Mary’s. Apparently, the one who wasn’t shot was roughed up some, before they were dropped at the emergency room entrance. Shoved from a van with no plates, which sped off before the driver was recognized. No clear picture of him on security cameras.”

I wasn’t surprised. My buddies are nothing if not inventive. I said a silent thank you to them, as we bid farewell to Alexander and Roy. Once they were gone, Rowena and I stared awkwardly at one another. We’d admitted something very personal, and slightly crazy, to one another. I’ve said those three words to women a couple times, and thought I meant it. But never after knowing them a handful of days. But I knew, in my heart, I meant it.

Taking a step forward, I closed the gap between us. My right hand wound into her hair as my left arm circled her waist. The distance ceased to exist. Seconds later, I was kissing her. It wasn’t the hard core, full throttle kissing we’d done the night before. This was soft, gentle, heart warming. My toes tingled and shivers of pure pleasure ran up my spine. We stood like that a long time, enjoying the touch of the other. I’d never wanted a woman as much as I did at that moment, and I hoped she felt the same. I had no intention of carrying it any further, unless she gave me the right signals. Willing her to do so, I sighed happily when she rubbed her hips against me.

Her mouth left mine, but she clutched my hand. Hopeful, excited, I followed her as she led me to the bedroom. The door thumped shut and a drawer opened. I was only marginally aware of these things, as I was busy taking off my shirt, shoes, pants—anything that got between me and her. Her clothing started to fly off, too. Soon, we were in bed and she was rolling on a condom. A moan escaped my lips when she touched me, growing louder when she straddled my thighs. Her golden hair was down, cascading around her shoulders, swirling between her breasts. Shaking her head, she let it fall onto my chest. Dropping lower, she let her honey scented locks tickle me all the way down.

She was hot, wet, ready. Raising her, I guided her over me, letting her slide down until our hips met. A loud moan tumbled from both our mouths. Many things happened after that, which I had no words for. Filled to overload with sexual pleasure, I let her do whatever she wanted, responding in kind when the opportunity presented itself. I focused on her delight, as she focused on mine.

Soon, we were both gasping as she rode me to completion. She hit her peak, as I hit mine, calling one another’s names when we came. Rowena collapsed on me, exhausted. Easing her legs, I rolled us onto our sides. My hand massaged her hips and ass while I kissed her.

“We forgot our fortune cookies,” I mumbled, nipping at her lip.

Rowena giggled as I tickled her with her hair.

“I know what mine would say.”

“Yeah, what?” She waited patiently, expecting something good.

“Yep. It would read You will live a long and happy life—And have spectacular sex every night.”

“That according to Confucius?”

“Absolutely. He was a very wise man.”

“I’ve heard that. So—spectacular?”

“Abso-f**king-lutely spectacular.”

“Yes, it was.” She started to get up, reaching for her underwear.

“Where ya going?”

“I thought….”

“You thought we were done? Do you want to be done?”

“No, I just thought…other guys…they didn’t….”

“They were happy after just once? I’m just getting started.”


“You have to work tomorrow?”

“The office is closed. But I have to do some digging to do. I don’t have to be in until noon.”

“Good.” I glanced at the clock. It was barely ten.

My lips on hers stopped any protests she might have. Once a night guys don’t know what they’re missing. I figured we could make it three times, before we had to get some sleep.

I was right.

©2021 Dellani Oakes

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