Chapter 2

A week later, the house was quiet. Eric and Tammy were gone, off to their respective campuses for the day. Linda took a personal day, drove straight to Dave’s, and didn’t bother knocking.

She found him in the kitchen, pouring coffee, and slapped her car keys on the counter.

“Get in the truck,” she said. No please. No negotiation. Just a flat, commanding tone that left no room for argument.

Dave wiped his mouth, grabbed his keys, and followed her out. He didn’t ask where. He knew better. She drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her thigh, her eyes fixed on the winding road as they climbed out of the valley and into the pine-choked mountains.

The asphalt gave way to gravel, then to a rutted dirt track that led to an abandoned campground. Weeds choked the old fire pits. Rusting picnic tables sagged under decades of neglect. Linda didn’t stop until she reached the farthest site, tucked behind a dense stand of manzanita, completely hidden from the road.

She killed the engine. The truck ticked as it cooled. She turned to him, her expression hard, her jaw set.

“I want everything,” she said. “Oral. Vaginal. Anal. I don’t want you holding back. I don’t want you treating me like your fragile little sister. You’re going to show me exactly what you’ve got. Right here. Right now.”

Dave stared at her. The air in the cab was thick, hot. He swallowed. “I’ve wanted to do this to you since your first show in Vegas,” he said, his voice low, rough. “Front row. Center stage.

You were in that feathered corset, legs spread on the riser, grinding to the bass. I watched you sweat under the lights. I watched you strip down to pasties and a thong. I’ve thought about bending you over a railing every damn night since.”

Linda’s breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed. She looked away, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “I didn’t know you were there,” she muttered. “I had no idea you’d seen me like that. Naked. Dancing like a cheap stripper.”

“It wasn’t cheap,” Dave said. “It was exactly what I needed.”

The silence stretched. The mountain wind rustled the dry brush. Then Dave opened his door. He walked around the front of the truck, grabbed Linda’s wrist, and pulled her out. She didn’t resist. He shoved her against the driver’s side door, spun her around, and pushed her to her knees.

He unbuckled his belt, shoved his jeans and boxers down, and pulled his cock free. It was already hard, thick, veined, the head dark and swollen. He grabbed the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, and guided her mouth down.

Linda gasped as the broad head hit her lips. She didn’t pull away. She opened her mouth, let him slide in. Her tongue flattened against the underside, dragging down the shaft as she took him deeper.