The Truck Driver

South Dakota

Kayla sat back, biting her lip as she watched Tank's big hands grip the steering wheel. Her man was so damn fine. The way his muscles flexed with every little movement, the way that gold chain glistened against his smooth skin, the way he smelled like him—soap, cologne, and just pure masculinity.

She licked her lips, the ache between her thighs already starting to make itself known.

"So, what I got to do to drive this big ol' truck, huh?" she teased, dragging her nails lightly down his arm.

Tank smirked but kept his eyes on the road. "Mm. You gon' have to earn it, lil' bit."

Kayla giggled. "Oh, I don't have no problem with that. You want me to drive? I'll put in some work for it."

Tank exhaled a slow breath, gripping the wheel tighter. "You steady tryin' me, Kayla."

"Not trying you, baby. Just lettin' you know I'll do whatever it takes." She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, her eyes locked on him.

Tank cut his gaze at her, and the heat in his eyes sent a shiver straight down her spine. "Keep talkin' like that, and I'ma have this truck swervin'."

Kayla laughed, but the sound turned into a soft moan when she reached between her own thighs, rubbing herself through her shorts. She loved teasing him, pushing him to that point where he just had to have her.

"Damn, girl." Tank growled, shaking his head. "You gon' have to wait till we pull over 'cause if you keep that up, I'ma be the one fuckin' up the gears."

Kayla grinned, satisfied that she was getting under his skin.

"Fine. I'll be good—for now."

Tank scoffed. "You don't even know what that word mean."

Kayla giggled, stretching out her legs as she leaned back in her seat. "So, where we stopping at?"

"Truck stop up ahead, 'bout thirty minutes out. We can get somethin' to eat, let you drive a lil' bit."

Kayla grinned. "Ooooh, I can't wait. I'm going to show you I can handle this truck, just like I handle you."

Tank chuckled, his voice deep and rich. "Girl, you don't handle me. I handle you."

Kayla smirked. "Mhm. Keep tellin' yourself that, big daddy."

Tank glanced at her, shaking his head with a knowing smile. "Oh, I'ma show you soon as we stop."

Kayla shivered in anticipation.

About thirty minutes later, Tank pulled the rig into a truck stop just off the highway. The neon lights from the diner cast a red glow over the lot, and a handful of other trucks were parked with their engines humming low in the background.

Kayla sat up a little straighter, excited as she watched Tank shift the truck into park.

"Alright, lil' bit. You ready?" he asked, cutting the engine.

Kayla grinned. "Hell yeah. Let me show you what I can do."

Tank chuckled, rubbing his jaw as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "Mm. I bet you think you 'bout to hop up in this seat and take off like you been drivin' all your life."

"I got this," Kayla said confidently, already climbing over to the driver's side. "I been watchin' you Tank. I know what I'm doin'."

Tank smirked, shifting in his seat as he watched her adjust. "Aight, go on then, Ms. Trucker."

Kayla placed her hands on the wheel, sitting up tall as she got a feel for it. The seat swallowed her whole, but she wasn't intimidated.

"Damn, this wheel big as hell," she muttered, adjusting her grip.