Special Delivery
Heidi Cullinan
Language: English
Pages: 306
ISBN: 1619223481
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When your deepest, darkest fantasy shows up, get on board. Special Delivery, Book 1 Sam Keller knows he'll never find the excitement he craves in Middleton, Iowa-not while he's busting his ass in nursing school and paying rent by slaving away in a pharmacy stockroom. Then Sam meets Mitch Tedsoe, an independent, long-haul trucker who makes a delivery to a shop across the alley. Innocent flirting quickly leads to a fling, and when Mitch offers to take him on a road trip west, Sam jumps at the chance for adventure. Mitch is sexy, funny and friendly, but once they embark on their journey, something changes. One minute he's the star of Sam's every X-rated fantasy, the next he's almost too much a perfect gentleman. And when they hit the Las Vegas city limit, Sam has a name to pin on Mitch's malady: Randy. For better or for worse, Sam grapples with the meaning of friendship, letting go, growing up-even the meaning of love-because no matter how far he travels, eventually all roads lead home. Warning: This story contains trucker fantasies, threesomes and kinky consensual sex.
about Darin?” “He keeps texting you, wanting to know why you aren’t coming over. I can assure you that he has lube this time, and the last text promised that he cleaned up his apartment and bought beer. He’s also apparently very fond of the way your ass looks when it opens up. I have to say, I agree.” “Oh God.” Sam shut his eyes and sank into the couch. He’d forgotten Darin entirely in the drama of Mitch and his phone. And now Mitch was reading Darin’s X-rated texts? “Oh God.” Mitch laughed.
on time. The unseasonal chill of May was easing into hints of summer, and Sam had declined, with relish, to wear a coat. He’d worn, in fact, as little as possible, and made sure what he wore was as tight as possible. Delia had given him a very pointed look, but he’d ignored her. Nothing and nobody was going to ruin this night. Emma, surprisingly, had tried. “I like the new confidence,” she’d said, “and I love that you’ve dumped the creep show boyfriends, but I think you’re kind of building this
two T-shirts, and these he stuffed into the bottom of a decorative, wide-mouthed vase in a corner because he was now so panicked about getting caught that he didn’t want to even take the time to run back downstairs. His need to get away was becoming an acute urgency, as if the whole universe were about to press on him and keep him in place, to trap him in Delia’s clutches forever. At this point he didn’t care if it were a real or imagined threat—he just didn’t want it to happen, period. Sam
all?” “If this deal comes through, yes, to get to Cortez. Quite deep inside them, in fact.” Sam tried to imagine what mountain roads would be like, but he honestly couldn’t wrap his head around the idea. He assumed they would drive between the peaks, probably in some winding valley. It would be fun to look up at them from so far below. “I hope you get the deal, then.” The warehouse where Mitch took his load was on the southern side of the city, but it was out in the open, the mountains still
even, and soft, and Mitch’s opening was trembling around his tongue, pushing it out, but when Sam spread him, it opened for him. All the while Sam worked, Mitch clutched at him and made frightening, beautiful sounds. Sam lost himself in his work, poking and licking and pressing, until suddenly Mitch shouted, loudly, and bucked and seized, and then he was pulling Sam back up, through his legs, over his stomach, and toward his face. He kissed Sam roughly, his hands trembling as he thrust his