I love food trucks by Heidi Champa

My city had a food truck event last October. It was literally half a block away from the front door of my apartment. Despite the fact that it rained nearly five inches that day and was unseasonably cold, I knew I had to go. It was right outside my door, after all, and I had the cutest Wellies to wear for the occasion. 

But, even if the proximity hadn’t been on my side, I would have attended in a heartbeat. Because, I love food. And, more specifically, I love food trucks. I just think the entire idea is genius. A roving, mobile place to get amazing vittles is an idea that I’m glad my small city is embracing. I can only hope that this year’s event, coming in April will be less rainy. But, even if it isn’t, I’m going anyway. 

The idea for ‘Steak Through the Heart’ came to me as I was wandering between venders that night, dodging rain drops to sample rosemary French fries and Spicy Pork Buns. I hope you enjoy it!

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“Nice talking to you, as always Darren.”

The beer was still burning my stomach as I walked out the door, waving to Adam as I went. I’d barely made it half a block when I heard his voice.

“Hey, wait up man.”

I spun around, despite my better judgment, ready to let Darren have it.

“What the fuck do you want, dude? I’m tired and I don’t feel like listening to any more of your crap.”

He closed the gap between us and I started backing up to find some room. Too quick, I ran out and found myself leaning against the old brick façade of the bar. Darren looked at me, his face fixed in his ever present smirk.

“You seem a bit frustrated, Russ. What’s wrong, not getting any?”

“That’s none of your business, dick.”

He chuckled, but when he ran a finger down my chest, it was all I could do to stop a moan from coming out of my mouth.

“You don’t need to bother telling me. I already know you’re not.”

“We can’t all be sluts like you.”

“I’m not a slut. I’m popular.”

“God knows why.”

He moved closer still, until his body pressed against mine. I thought of shoving him away, but I didn’t. I could hear him breathe, smell the mix of cologne and beer on him.

“You of all people know why, Russ.”

I put my hands up to his shoulders, finally finding the sense and the strength to get him away from me. Instead of moving him, he leaned in and planted his lips on mine. I should have stopped him, but in the moment, I couldn’t. It felt too damn good. His tongue shoved its way into my mouth and I wrapped my arms around his back. He ground against me and I could feel my cock stir to life. Thoughts of a year ago, of the two of us popped into my head and for a few seconds my hatred for Darren was gone. It was then that he pulled away, the fucking smirk right back on his face. His laughter was back too and I realized too late I’d been played. My face burned with embarrassment and I was thankful for the dark.

I turned without a word and left, my steps practically a run. His voice chased me down the street, but I didn’t turn around.

“Have a good night, man. So good to see you.”

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Steak Through the Heart by Heidi Champa is now available at Amber Allure.

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