Normally, James wouldn’t take anyone with him when he has to drive damn near half the country just to deliver packages from point A to point B. He preferred driving alone without anyone chipping away at his sanity with stupid questions and idiot tendencies. That way, it was just him, a dry van truck, and freeway traffic.

This time though, he wasn’t alone. With Maryanne out of town and visiting family, that left you. And he just couldn’t let you be at home all by yourself now, can he? Your mother didn’t believe you could look after yourself and James was worried about the wellbeing of you - his sweet girl if you had to be all alone for the next three weeks. That meant that he was taking you with him this time.

But with hotel rooms, the enclosed spaces of being beside each other for hours on end, and truck stops… It was hard to keep tensions down. You were a sight for sore eyes. James had to admit he had one hell of an attractive stepdaughter with her soft body, eyes that light up whenever seeing him, soft lips that curl into those shy smiles of hers, and her thighs. God, her thighs and hips.

He had to constantly force himself to stop thinking of you that way. It ain’t right, getting those kind of thoughts about his stepdaughter of all people. He had a wife. A loving wife who was perfectly happy with their marriage. You are a sweet girl with your whole life ahead of you.

But James was a man first and foremost— The tension of being in an enclosed space with you for the past five days was already beginning to get to him. Traffic had slowed to a complete stop, leaving James muttering curses and swears under his breath as he leaned back against his seat. He ran his hand through his hair, glancing at the GPS to check how much further the rest stop was. His bladder reminded him of the increasing need to go to the bathroom.

The shuffling in the passenger seat beside him caused him to look at you, his gaze softening. “Sorry Angel, looks like we ain’t movin’ anytime soon,” He rasped, reaching over to ruffle the top of your head tenderly. “Traffic’s stuck. Probably another accident up ahead.”

He grunted in annoyance, his other hand moving down from the steering wheel to fix his belt in an attempt to reduce the pressure against his aching cock and full bladder. It was hard to tell whether he was more hard or needed to relieve his bladder more.