Truckers: Lyle: Curvy & Alpha First Time Menage

By Q. Zayne

A big, tattooed trucker. A curvy, fiery beauty with a painful past. Virginal sexual magic, an interracial two-on-one initiation—and a rough night that splits the present from the past forever.

Truckers—Lyle is told from a dominant ex-con trucker's point of view. It's a standalone erotic novelette with no cliffhanger. If you're up for a high-heat story with danger, suspense, a three-way first time, and fated age-gap love, this is for you.

I stepped up and opened my door. She made no move to leave.

“That—oh, that was amazing.” Her husky whisper thrilled me.

“Oh, he had it coming.” I swung into my seat and inhaled her sweetness.

“You’re hurt.” She grabbed my hand.

My knuckles throbbed, now that I noticed them. Her hand looked small and perfect on my scarred and callused mitt. Her full, moist lips moved so close. I shut my eyes. “It’s nothing.”

“Do you have a first aid kit? He might have—rabies.” She sputtered and giggled. “Not really. Germs though, bad germs. I wish I never met him. You were terrific, coming to help. Thank you.” Her eyes met mine and I felt a rush like nothing I ever knew, like welding sparks all through me.

“Are you okay?” I squeezed my thigh to keep from stroking her hair out of her face.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Oh, you mean because—.” She pushed her hair behind her ear, revealing a light constellation of freckles.

If she told me she was a goddess arrived on a shooting star, I’d damned near believe it. I’d never seen a more vibrant woman in my life. With her sparkling green eyes, fair skin, lush figure, and that torch-flare red hair, it didn’t surprise me to sense a core of strength. I imagined her as a Valkyrie, removing the slain from battle. She looked fearless. More than that, she looked aroused. Her breasts rose and fell, her lips parted, the veins showed through her fine skin. A blush the shade of dawn coming through pink freesia colored her cheeks and the tops of her breasts.

Get Truckers—Lyle immediately and go on Liliana's hard ride.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Q. Zayne
• Release date: Mar 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370321049

Q. Zayne

Q. Zayne often appears on top 100 author lists. Q. minored in Classical Archaeology and has an MFA in Creative Writing from SFSU. After teaching at the university, working as an editor, and freelancing, the author embarked on a wild digital publishing adventure. Thanks to fabulous readers, super promoters, and unflagging supporters, Q. writes fiction for a living from the Yucatan, Central America, and the California coast.Check out the Quin Zayne books for dirty, high-heat romance, and Q. Zayne for Erotica and naughty fairy tales.

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Truckers: Lyle—Curvy Liliana’s First Time Menage

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BDSM menage novella

by Q. Zayne

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Copyright

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Copyright ©2018 Hughes Empire. All Rights Reserved.

No part of this publication may be copied, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the express written permission of the author except for brief excerpts in a review. Cover photo ©Deposit Photos and the photographer, all rights reserved. The use of this photo doesn’t suggest endorsement by the photographer nor the models, nor does it imply anything about the models.

Electronic book publication: March 2018

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual businesses, entities, creatures or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All people and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. This fantasy is not intended to represent actual truckers or to cast aspersions on this fine profession. This story is for mature readers 18+. All characters are over 19 and consented to this hot adventure.

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Dedication

To T, for his wisdom, kindness, and generosity,

and to D, who inspires me with her spirit and discipline.

A special thank you to Gail, Donna, and Kari for insightful reading.

Table of Contents

Disclaimer

Motel Break

Shooting Stars

The Clubhouse

All for One

Breaking Point

Epilogue

Get Truckers—Tyrone

SOLD | Brittani Serves Black Men at The Billionaires Club

About the Author

Motel Break

TOO MUCH TIME ON THE road and too long since I’d touched a woman. I eased my hands on the steering wheel. Too many hours of driving and my hands cramped. That didn’t used to happen, but time told on me. I stretched, feeling an ache in my spine right to my tail bone. The night before, alone in the sleeper, I thought back on Buck bringing Gia to the clubhouse for her initiation, such a sweet treat. With our buddy Tyrone, we had her going wild, creaming and coming. She was so responsive, I couldn’t tell when one orgasm stopped and the next began. 

Buck called me with the news not an hour ago. They were on their way to Vegas, about to tie the knot. I would never have expected it of Buck. The man was wed to the road as long as I knew him. I saw how he lit up with Gia though, and as the neon formed trails of blur, I couldn’t blame my old friend. It didn’t bother me that Buck said the thing I never expected to hear, ‘I’m ready to settle down and stick with one woman.’

As I downshifted and pulled into a motel lot for one of my periodic splurge nights, I eyed the sickle moon over the adobe roof. I might settle down myself. All I needed was an armful of sweetness to light me up and make me want to grow roots like a tree.

The hula girl shook on the dash as I parked under the tilted vacancy sign. I could fix up my place, shake off the road dust, start a family. One problem: Where could I meet someone as ready and live-wire hot as Gia, who’d want a man as old as me?

Thuds came from a room across the parking lot.

If you don’t want to do it, get the fuck out of here. What’d you lead me on for, you tramp?

A door slammed ope, and a bountiful young woman stumbled out of the motel room, clutching clothes to her creamy breasts. Her pale flesh escaped a flimsy bra and string panties.

My eyes bugged out. I’ll be damned. I opened my door and leaped down from my rig.

I reached her  in time to catch her before she tumbled to the ground.

My truck’s unlocked, if you want a safe place to dress. I gestured at my rig. The cab gleamed gas flame blue, a refuge in the lot full of beat up cars and trash.

She stared at me, glanced at my rig, looked at the ground.

Her sweet flesh felt hot on me. My muscles pressed against her. If I wasn’t distracted by the asshole lumbering out the door throwing high heels, I’d be hard.

Thank you. She ducked her head, copper waves falling across her cheek.

Go ahead to the truck. No strings. Get yourself safe. I faced down the lean, mean, red-faced fool who threw the shoes after the fleeing beauty. "Ready to try your bullying shit on a man? What happened,