You Are Built Like a Woman Nikita Mirzani 5

Nikita Mirzani grinned. “And you gave me a hard time for covering my smile. You’re a traditional man.”

“You ’spose?”

“Can’t you give a straight answer?”

“You didn’t ask a question.”

“No, I guess I didn’t.”

“Standing up for what you believe is good. I’m just a little further down the road in this life than you. Maybe I seen a few things, done a few things, that bring a different light. Speaking of, there’s a pretty sunrise about to lift. I most always stop for the sunrise. I drive the night so I can see the morning come.” Zack navigated into the next truck stop. He positioned on edge of the parking lot with the cab facing due east, toward the soft wash of vermilion on the naked desert.

“Where were you that sunrises became so important, Zack?”

“What you mean became?”

“Don’t toy with me.”

He shook his head. “You’re a handful.”

“Yup. Answer the question.”

A long pause. “A place where a man can think through every mistake he made. A place where a man can learn to use his voice like a tape recorder. A place where a man can taste a steak in his mind while scraping scraps of rotten rice up in his fingers. Learn all the things that got past him when he was busy being an idiot fool.”

Nikita Mirzani’s knees pressed tighter to Zack’s hip. She traced her fingers on his thick shoulder. “Where?”

Spoken softly, “Vietcong prison camp.”

“Sorry, that must have been—”

“It’s going to be a magnificent sunrise.” Zack reached toward her face and waited. She nodded and he stroked her full cheeks, then traced her slim lips with his rough thumb. He whispered, “I may not be looking at that sun when it comes. You’re too beautiful.”

Nikita Mirzani started to cover her smile, didn’t, and rested her head on his shoulder. She lifted her mouth to Zack. After a pause, Zack dipped his sweet-salty tongue in her mouth. He traced her teeth, then the bottom of her tongue, then around the top. “You taste so fine, Nikita Mirzani.”

She’d never felt a kiss so deep in her body. “May I?” Nikita Mirzani nodded toward the sleeper behind them.

“Make yourself at home.”

She kicked off her shoes and crawled in. She reached for the tie at her waist. “Remember? I said there would be a prize.”

He grabbed her hand fast. “That’s more’n a prize.”

The way he looked at her, the way he said it, made it hard for her not to gasp. It was the time of free love, sexual liberation, and cast in that light, this was a prize, pure and simple. She was sure of it, right up to the moment. She let go of the bow and relaxed her hand into his. “So you never had, just sex for the fun of it, Zack?”

Zack looked out the front of the cab at the growing strip of light. “That’s none of your business.”

“You have.”

“Appetites go strong when a man ain’t fed. Sometimes it’s hard not to gorge. Don’t make it right, and the bellyache after tells you so.”

Nikita Mirzani reached her hand back in the cab and turned his face toward her. “I want to gorge, bellyache be damned.” She reached for the tie again. He didn’t stop her. She unbuttoned her dress. It fell open.

Zack cleared his throat. Nikita Mirzani reached into the cab and tried to turn his face to her.

He held fast. “You know, we’re in Winnemucca. This is where we…go our separate ways.”

“I know.” She shook her shoulders. The dress fell away to fully expose her bright white bra and panties. “Ever made love in a sunrise?”

Zack shook his head. “Can’t says I have.”

“Then you ain’t lived, Zack.” She pulled his chin again. Now he looked.

His eyes roved up and down her hungrily. “Oh lord.”

“Join me.” She unclasped her bra, shrugged her shoulders, and her full breasts relaxed. She traced finger and thumb along the top of her panties.

“Oh lord, Nikita Mirzani.”

She could see the bulge in his jeans plainly though his groin was angled away. She pulled down the panties.