Truckie Needed

By Heather Kinnane

Mattie has bought a tiny house, intending to drive it across the country to land she’s bought interstate. But Mattie doesn’t take into account the fact that the tiny house is on the back of a truck, and she doesn’t have her truck license.

What to do? An ad in the local pub brings Ned and Jack into her life — two very eager and sexy young men who’ve been travelling around Australia and are more than happy to drive Mattie and her tiny house across the continent.

They might be leaving Western Australia’s deserts behind and heading to the chilly island state of Tasmania, where even in spring there is still snow on the mountains, but inside the tiny house, things are only heating up.

PUBLISHER NOTE: Ménage à trois, M/F/M, Interracial. Anal sex, threesomes, oral sex. 34,400 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Dec 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463236604

Heather Kinnane

Heather Kinnane is an Australian author of fantasy and romance. Her books include the fantasy series, ‘A Faery Dream’, and the steamy menage series ‘Seeking Satisfaction’. She also has a flash-fiction collection, a steamy Halloween short story and a short and sexy retelling of Tam Lin, as well as numerous other stories in the pipeline. Heather lives in a house in the bush with her husband, children and various pets. In her spare time she can be found avoiding the housework, mostly by reading.

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TRUCKIE NEEDED

Seeking Satisfaction 3

HEATHER KINNANE

Mattie has bought a tiny house, intending to drive it across the country to land she’s bought interstate. But Mattie doesn’t take into account the fact that the tiny house is on the back of a truck, and she doesn’t have her truck license.

What to do? An ad in the local pub brings Ned and Jack into her life — two very eager and sexy young men who’ve been travelling around Australia and are more than happy to drive Mattie and her tiny house across the continent.

They might be leaving Western Australia’s deserts behind and heading to the chilly island state of Tasmania, where even in spring there is still snow on the mountains, but inside the tiny house, things are only heating up.

PUBLISHER NOTE:  Ménage à trois, M/F/M, Interracial. Anal sex, threesomes, oral sex. 34,400 words.

TRUCKIE NEEDED

Seeking Satisfaction 3

HEATHER KINNANE

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TRUCKIE NEEDED

Seeking Satisfaction 3

Copyright © DECEMBER 2019 HEATHER KINNANE

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

DEDICATION

For Kelly — thanks for the inspiration! :) 

CHAPTER ONE

The white gum only provided sparse shade from the burning heat of the sun, but it was better than no shade at all, and for Mattie, helping her brother fix fences in a paddock out the back of nowhere, any shade was good shade. 

Fixing fences was not Mattie’s idea of a fun morning, but her parents needed the help, and with everything they’d done for her, she wasn’t about to refuse them.

She twisted the lid on her water flask, downing half the contents in a series of quick gulps.

God, I can’t wait to get out of this. She pulled off her hat, wiped her drenched forehead with the back of her hand, and pulled it back on again. It’s only spring, and already I feel like I’m being cooked alive.

Ha! Hunter, her brother, laughed. You’ll be wishing for it once you get to Tasmania. It snows there all year round you know.

It does not! She slapped his arm. There isn’t even permanent snow on the mountains. I did do my research.

Damn cold still. Hunter shuddered, as though the very thought of snow could cool him down.

Mattie wished the mental image was enough to do the same for her, but she could still feel the sun burning through the long-sleeved T-shirt and long pants she wore to protect her skin against its rays, and while her wide-brimmed hat provided shade, it was also an extra layer on her head that just seemed to trap the heat around her scalp.

Hunter pulled his lunch from the cooler. You’ll be back before summer’s over. You watch.

Mattie stuck her tongue out at him. Just because you can’t imagine living anywhere else, doesn’t mean I won’t be able to.

She grabbed her lunch; a salad roll, courtesy of their mother, and took a bite. There was something cool and refreshing about biting into crisp salad, the tomato and lettuce fresh from the garden their mother was constantly fighting the elements to keep alive.

Hunter stared off into the distance as he ate, but Mattie couldn’t. The land was flat and dry as far as the eye could see, broken up only by the odd low hillock. She’d grown up with this — always marvelled at just how far the land went, always wondered what was beyond the heat haze on the horizon.

After four years in Perth, she knew exactly what was beyond that horizon, and she was more than happy she had an escape.

When’re you picking up that thing anyway? Hunter’s question broke through her thoughts.

The tiny house? Jarrah’s going to deliver it early next week.

Hunter frowned. Deliver it? All the way out here?

Mattie nodded. She’s got family out this way. Uncle John’s wife is her mother’s sister.

Her brother shook his head. So, the friend you made in the city is related.

Sort of. Mattie grinned. Small world, hey?

They got home just on dusk to find the house a bustle of noise and people.

Family had travelled from everywhere to say goodbye to Mattie, certain they wouldn’t be seeing her for a very long time, and the table out on the deck was loaded with food everyone had bought to share.

It’s only the other side of the country, not the other side of the world, Mattie said with a laugh after the fourth person pointed out they’d miss seeing her around.

It may as well be the other side of the world, Mattie’s mum grumbled. It costs the same to fly to New Zealand as it does to fly to Tasmania, and New Zealand is further away!

I’ve got a good job lined up. Mattie put an arm around her mum’s shoulders. I’ll save up and fly back to visit every year. I promise. It won’t be any different from me living in Perth.

Perth is only a couple of hours drive away. I can’t drop in on you in Tasmania.

Mattie felt a pang at the thought of not seeing her mother for such a long time, but she pushed it down and gave her mum a squeeze. I’ll send you the airfare, so you can visit.

At the head of the table, Dad stood up, tapped his fork against the side of his glass, and waited for the chatter to drop.

I just want to say how brilliant it is to have all the family gathered together again, he began. It doesn’t happen anywhere near enough. Just a shame it happens to be such a sombre occasion.

Oh, Dad, I’m not dead. Mattie shook her head. I’m just moving away.

There was a twitter of laughter, and Mattie’s father caught her gaze. His mouth was turned down on the corners, but she could see the twinkle in his eye, and she knew he was teasing.

As I was saying. He cleared his throat. I just want to say how proud I am of you, Mattie. You’ve braved the outside world, survived city living for a whole four years, and now you’re setting off on your greatest adventure yet. Well done. We all love you, and we’ll all miss you, and we all wish the very very best for whatever the future may bring.

He pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to her.

This is from everyone, something to help get you started on your new life. Don’t forget us, hey?

Mattie blinked back tears.

As if I could ever forget any of you. She tore open the envelope to find a deposit slip for a thousand dollars into her bank account. Her heart jumped in her chest.

Oh, guys! You shouldn’t have done this. She looked around the room at her family, all struggling to keep themselves afloat with the drought lingering on around them. You need this more than me.

Don’t be silly now. Grandma reached across the table to squeeze Mattie’s hand. You’re moving too far away for us to be there to support you when you have tough times, and you will have tough times because that’s what life is about. So, this is how we’ll support you. That’s your emergency fund, all right, for your trip. And if you make it to Tasmania without needing it, then that will help you set up once you get there.

Mattie’s eyes filled with tears again, but this time she couldn’t stop them rolling down her cheeks.

Thanks, Grandma, she whispered, then looked around at all the aunts and uncles and cousins and other grandparents who’d come to see her off. Thank you all, really. You have no idea how much this means to me.

Oh, we know, Mattie’s mum said with a smile. She leaned in close. And for the record, feeling down and needing to buy a block of chocolate counts as an emergency, too . . . just as long as you don’t do it too often!

Mattie wrapped her arms around her mother again. Thanks, Mum.

After the meal, it didn’t take long for everyone to head to bed. There was always work for everyone to do the next day, and many of her older cousins had young children who needed an early night.

Soon it was only Mattie and Kylie left, leaning against the rail around the deck. A few years younger than Mattie, Kylie had always been her closest cousin and best friend.

I can’t believe you’re actually leaving. Kylie took a sip of her beer as she looked out over the landscape.

The town lights glimmered in the distance and above them, the sky was crystal clear, a million stars dotting the black.

Got to find some way out of here. Mattie nudged Kylie with her elbow. Not gonna find a bloke here am I, not when all the single fellas are cousins somewhere along the line.

Kylie rolled her eyes. Who cares about relationships. I don’t want to deal with that shit.

Well, yeah, but it’s impossible to even get a casual root in a town full of relatives.

You just don’t get out enough. Kylie smirked. There’s plenty of guys just passing through, who’re more than happy to fill a woman’s needs for a night or even a few hours. And if you’re lucky, you’ll get some who are amazing in the sack, and stay to work for a month or two. That’s what you need. Get your dad to hire some more farm labourers.

Mattie laughed. You know as well as I do there’s no work for farm labourers at the moment.

"That’s why your parents need to diversify. We’ve had three school groups out this week, two for overnight stays. We’ve given them shearing displays, showed them how the windmill works, and spent a night under the stars making damper on the campfire. Schools love that sort of stuff. It’s paid enough that Dad could order in another truckload of