He pulls over and turns the truck off. Looking out the window, I notice a small lake with palm trees planted nicely around it, and little picnic benches scattered here and there. There's yellow caution tape around areas, with small yellow tractors parked nearby. It looks like this place is still under construction.
"Come on," Chasen mumbles, getting out of the truck. I hop out and shut the door, the sound of it closing echoes through the deserted area.
Chasen walks up behind me, placing both of his hands on my hips possessively. He nips my shoulder with his teeth, causing my body to drum with that delicious ache from when I gave him head for the first time.
"Come on, let's check it out." He pushes on my back, urging me forward.
We make our way up the lake, the smell of dirty water strong.
"Got a big game tomorrow," Chasen explains, looking out across the distance. "Scouts coming in, my father on my ass. It's fucking stressful," he mutters.