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He's lost his mind, clearly.

Or perhaps he was psychotic to begin with.

Noah breaks into tears as his laugh breaks into wheezing then turns into a coughing fit, "You jus'!" He attempts but is cut off by another round of hysterical laughing, "You-" But he can't get more than a few words out.

"What do I do?" I ask him turning to face the wheel and try the keys in the ignition, but the vehicle only clicks.

Noah cackles behind me and I try the ignition again, pressing the gas pedal with my foot, but it's no use. I did kill it.

"I can buy you a new one, Noah." Well, Anthony will be buying him a new truck, not me.

The truck rocks again, following the movement in the backseat as Noah climbs over the back rest and sits close beside me, "Scooch over Carti," he says but takes the spot of the drivers seat while I'm smashed against the door beside him.

He adjusts the stick, then pushes the clutch pedal and tries the ignition again.

Nothing.

"You fucking broke my truck!" He turns with humor laced across face.

"I didn't mean to! It took off so fast!"

"It's a standard! Do you not know how to drive a standard?!"

I fix my hair behind my ears and click my tongue, "No."

"How am I supposed to get it out of this damn thorn bush?" He wonders aloud looking around, while I'm still smashed against the door eyeing the thorns that have half eaten the large truck.

"How are we going to get out?" I wonder aloud.

Thick vines have encased the truck all the way to the back tires, getting out of this cabin would result in getting ripped to shreds and a lot more band-aids than I currently have in my medicine cabinet. 

Noah looks around, glancing over his shoulder, and blows out a loud sigh to camouflage a giggle, "I expect a raise after this, eh?"

"You're not getting one, you're fired. Remember?" I determine and cross my arms glaring out the window at the sharp thorns pressed against the window. He chuckles beside me and lifts his arms to rest on the backrest, settling in and letting his head drop back, "Um, excuse me? What are you doing?" I wiggle my shoulders to bump into the crook of his arm so he knows I'm not okay with this.

"Gettin comfortable." He smiles and cracks one eye open. 

"What?" I gasp, "You have to get us out of here!"

He lifts his head in surprise, "Do I?" His brows raise and he cracks another pleased smile, "This was your fault, remember? You stole my truck, so you are going to get us out of here."

I scoff and fidget in the seat trying to wiggle my hips to push him away to give me more space, but he doesn't budge, "I can't fix it." I complain, "I can not believe this is happening to me." I say resting my head against the window.

"You poor little baby." He feigns in which my agitation returns full force.

"God, you are infuriating." I say between my teeth and glare at his leg that leans against mine. "Could I get some space?"

"Sure, climb over," Noah gestures to me climbing over his lap to get to the open space of the bench seat on the passengers side.

Unbelievable. I can not believe my impaired judgement thought kissing this idiot was ever a good idea.

The heat inside the cabin begins to build the longer we're in here, it was already a hot day and the interior of this metal box will start to cook us soon.

"Seriously, can you get us out of here? I'm about to start sweating." I pat my skin on my forehead in an attempt to stop my pours from perspiring.

Although, Noah is already using his shirt to wipe his face.

"You can't always be the damsel in distress, Carti. You're smaller, you can get us out of here." A growl builds in my throat but I hold it back and fan my hand against my face. "What is that smell?" Noah begins sniffing, lifting his head and smelling the air with his nose held up.

Fucking great, are we about to blow up?

He sniffs feverishly, "What? What is it?" I don't smell anything but the remnants of his cedarwood body wash, and the leather of the old truck.

His nose comes closer to me, causing me to flatten against the window. "What are you doing?" Noah takes a deep sniff only inches from me.

"Oh my days, Carti." He moans, "You smell fucking edible, what is that?"

"Uhh," my voice quivers matching the wild movement between my thighs. "It's only perf-." I suck in a sharp breath as his nose runs up the side or my neck, inhaling my scent the entire time.

My hot skin works against the building sweat and perks to goosebumps while my nipples chafe the inside of my bra.

Against my will, my head falls against the window and Noah continues to breathe me in as I'm drowning willingly in his presence despite my conscience and judgement that has been disappearing lately.

My spine tickles and a bead of sweat rolls slowly down my back. Noah's large hand takes the weight of my heavy head, my neck cranes to the side and his wet lips presses and sucks on the exposed skin.

The acheing between my legs returns with an angry vengeance after being denied not ten minutes ago.

Noah sucks and bites my neck, each suck breaking the walls down giving way to me becoming human putty.

"I fucking want you, Carti." His husky voice growls while his lips continue their assault on my neck.

I can't form a thought, let alone a word, and the only sound that comes from me is a trembling whimper. The sound causes him to bite and suck harder.

The material of my blouse is pulled from my shoulder and his hand paws at my bra-clad breast.

My limbs move on their own occord. Taking his face in my hands I claim his mouth with my own and my tongue flicks his. I'm hauled from the door to his lap. I straddle his waist and roll my hips against the intimidating bulge between his legs.

"Fuck, yes," Noah moans gripping my hips and rocking them back and forth, grinding myself against him.

The friction has my panties ruined with my wetness. With each needy pulse between my legs the more the liquid heat seeps from me.

"Let me fuck you, Carti?" Noah's lips brush against mine and I freeze causing him to backtrack, "No, no--wait, baby?"

I sit back and want to disappear forever. I have no control around him. What is wrong with me?

"This is wrong, Noah." The ache is almost debilitating between my legs but is nothing in comparison to my embarrassment.

"It isn't," He coaxes and takes hold the back of my neck his eyes pleading with mine. "This feels good."

Good?

I cringe and tense all over, "No shit, it feels good with someone grinding on your crotch." I crawl off him quickly fixing my shirt and attempting to brush my hair with my fingers. I'm trying to hold it together but I'm freaking out.

Of course he wants to 'fuck me'.

What a great story to tell his friends over beers that he fucked his boss who is also nine years older than him.

I'm nothing more than every boys fantasy. The fake tits, the age, the lonely divorcee looking for a young cock to spice up her depressing life.

"I didn't mean- yes it feels good with you on my cock-- but I mean it feels different-."

A pretentious laugh shoots from my mouth, "Oh, what a line." Someone get this boy an Oscar. "I want out of this truck." I demand looking around again for anyway to escape the disaster going on inside the truck.

"For fucks sake, you are mad." Noah kneads his brows laughing from pure exhaustion.

"Yeah, I am mad. You've forced yourself on me three times now-."

"Oh, no, no, no, Cartier. Do not start that bullshit. You wanted it each time. Guarenteed if I reached into your panties you'd be fucking soaked."

"Out! I want out!" I demand louder, utterly ashamed and angry he's calling me out on everything.

"I can't deal with the spoiled-arse-princess-shite." He glowers at me and twists around climbing over the top of the leather backrest. "Stuck up Bitch Queen!" He throws open the back old style slider window and crawls through it.

I fold my arms tightly over my chest, boiling in this hot as fuck cabin and wait till he climbs into the bed of his truck and hops out.

He's known the way out this entire time!

"I'm not a bitch!" I yell as he continues  mumbling in his thick accent. He stalks off away from the truck inside my house while I begin to sweat, my pride not allowing me to leave yet, "I'm not a bitch." I tell myself.

He's mad because I said 'no'. Never in his life of looking like a God has he ever heard the word. "Immature little twit."

Well guess what? Life is full of rejection.

The back door slams closed and I grimace in the hot leather seat as he stalls off fisting two water bottles and goes to the footpath that leads down to the lake, "Keep pouting, boss! I reckon your fingers shall do the trick!" He calls to me.

I.fucking.hate.him.

If he's insinuating I'm going to touch myself after our exchange he's way off.

However the pulsing and aching is almost painful.

I clench my thighs together and let my head fall back letting out a shaky long breath.

Once the roof is complete I will hire someone else and I'll never have to deal with Noah Turner again. I'll keep my distance and avoid him at all costs until the roof is repaired.

I gather myself and sit up climbing up and through the small window of his truck, grunting as I crawl on my hands in the bed.

I twist through, and lift my legs from the small window then stand dusting myself off and climb over the bed rails of his truck.

Inside the house, I work hard to get the lipstick stains from the pillow case and the dirt stains from the sheets Noah touched. Then I throw them into the washer machine and try everything to forget what happened in the truck, and outside, and at the lake.

Because it was different for me as well.

Steamy steamy! Bet you weren't expecting back to back were you!

These two, my goodness. Lol

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