When best-selling children’s author and illustrator Shepherd Stone found out his father, the senator, had sold him to a human trafficker, his first thought was to get away, even though he was naked. He hoped to hide, but instead ran into a hot, sexy trucker willing to help him escape.
Brogan Myles was prepping for another long day of driving his truck when a naked man running across the truck stop parking lot caught his attention. Rescuing the man felt like the right thing to do, not only for his sake, but also to keep the growing loneliness of the road at bay.
How far would Shepherd’s father go to get him back? Would Brogan kick him out on the highway when he discovered why Shepherd was running? Can two vastly different men share the small sleeper cab while traveling across the country?
Be Warned: m/m sex
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“You need some help, Hoss?” he asked softly, knowing there were men sleeping in their trucks on either side of his.
The man squealed and turned his head to stare at Brogan with wide eyes. He slowed to a trot and angled to where Brogan stood. “Shit, you scared me. And yes, I could use some help, please. Where are you headed?”
Brogan hesitated a moment, wondering if this was a new ploy to rob a trucker. But since he was a foot taller and probably a hundred pounds heavier than this sweet man, he wasn’t too worried about it. The fact that he had a 9 mm tucked in its holster in the middle of his back added to his confidence.
A wolf whistle from farther down the line of tractor-trailer trucks had Brogan frowning. “How about you get in the cab and put those clothes on. Then we’ll talk.”
The man looked toward the truck stop’s main building once more before nodding. Brogan escorted him around to the passenger side and opened it.
“How do I?” The man looked from the high door to him.
Brogan demonstrated how to climb up to the cab and then descended again. “Give me your stuff.”
The man hesitated only a moment before handing Brogan his clothes. He then quickly clambered up to the cab. Brogan was shocked when his cock came to life watching the man’s ass flex and contract. He was tempted to lean in and take a bite out of the round cheeks. But that was the last thing this man needed at this moment in time. He needed help, not to be propositioned. Especially since he didn’t know if the man was even gay, though the sparkly purple cowboys made him think he was.
A commotion across the parking lot drew his attention. Two men in black suits had just emerged from the building and were talking as they scanned the parking lot. No doubt looking at the man in his truck.
Handing the man’s clothes up, he said, “You can slide between the seats to the back and get dressed there, Hoss. Just push through the curtain. There’s a pop-on light on the left side wall.”
“Thank you.” The man looked down and gave him a hesitant smile before disappearing into his home on wheels.
Brogan flipped the lock and then closed the door before doing an abbreviated walk around. It was time to get the hell out of town. As he opened the driver’s door, the two men were approaching.
They were big and built, though not as tall or broad as he was. They were also wearing slick, expensive looking suits while Brogan was in his work uniform of tan cargo pants and a burgundy Henley shirt with the 3 Myles To Go logo on the chest.
“Have you seen a man out here?” One of them held his hand up. “About this tall with curly brown hair?”
Brogan shook his head. “Sorry, can’t say I have. He lift your wallet or something?”
The man shook his head and ignored his question. Turning to his partner, he started walking away. “Maybe he went the other way. Reymundos will kill us if we lose him. And if he doesn’t, the senator will.”
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