Things Made Right by Tymber Dalton

like a rock every night since.
    Ross had already given Loren a couple of basic, easy rules to follow. Once they were settled into their apartment, they’d sit down and put a few more into place. Loren was secretly thrilled about that. Their honeymoon alone had been amazing and only reinforced in her heart she’d made the right decision.
    The man she’d married was utterly and completely devoted to her. Whatever it took to make him happy, she’d do it, because she knew without a doubt how he felt about her.
    One thing he’d asked for during the trip was for her to stay right behind him, following him, and to try not to let other cars get between them. He wanted to be able to glance in the mirror and see her. Since the moving truck would need to stop for gas more often than the car, it only made more sense for him to set the gas schedule.
    It was late in the day and they were somewhere in South Carolina. Loren had lost the latest radio station she’d been listening to and started fiddling with it, trying to find another.
    That’s why when she looked up, it was too late to follow Ross off the exit ramp he’d taken.
    “Shit!” She had a semi coming up behind her and couldn’t exactly slam on the brakes.
    Then she saw the next sign and realized not only had she screwed up, she was coming up on an interchange and had no idea which way Ross had intended to go next.
    “Dammit!”
    Near tears, she opted to take the first ramp, which would dump her into an exit in two miles, according to the sign.
    Then she got off at the first exit and waited, pulling into a gas station right there by the exit ramp and parking where he’d be able to see her.
    And waited.
    And waited.
    It was nearly a half hour later when, with great relief, she spotted the truck coming down the exit ramp. She got out and waved, hugging herself, berating herself for her stupidity.
    Ross, hampered by the tow dolly, got turned around and pulled into the parking lot. When she walked over to him, he flew out of the cab, grabbed her by the arm, and yanked her to him.
    “What the hell happened?” Then he pulled her into his arms, squeezing her tightly against him. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again!”
    She burst into tears. “I’m sorry, Sir. I was playing with the radio and by the time I looked up, you were already turning off and there was a truck behind me, and—”
    He spun her around, pushing her into the cab, over the seat. She was wearing a sundress, more comfortable for the drive than shorts or jeans. With one hand pinning her down by the back of her neck, and the other yanking up her dress and pulling down her panties, Ross proceeded to spank the crap out of her.
    When he jerked her to her feet again, he pulled her into his arms, holding her, his face buried in her hair. “New rule, baby. No radio. Not until I say so. You ever pull a stunt like that again and scare me, you won’t be able to drive because I’ll pull my belt off and beat your ass. Understand?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she tearfully whispered. “I’m sorry.”
    “Shh.” He rocked her, stroking her hair. “It’s okay. Well, it’s not okay, but clean slate. Do not do that again.”
    Now she had another problem.
    The spanking had left her hornier than hell.
    Ross glanced around. From the angle they were parked, trees and Ross’ car blocked most of the view of the cab.
    He turned her around again and pushed her over the seat, pulling her dress up again.
    She felt him unfastening his jeans. “You don’t come right now, baby, then you just have to wait until we stop for the night.” That was the only warning she got before he slid his cock inside her.
    He folded his body over hers, one hand finding her clit and lightly pinching it. “Come quick, sweetheart. I know I will. You know what spanking your ass does to me.”
    It didn’t take her long. And then he was coming, with a pleased grunt, burying himself inside her.
    After just a moment he withdrew. She started to turn