Capitol Fever (A Second Chance at Love)

By Wendy Lucca

My most epic mistake is also my greatest chance to find love again!

In hindsight, I should not have been caught having lusty relations with Arrow McCue in the back of his UPS delivery truck. My reckless meltdown got me fired from my first-year teaching job.

 

But my embarrassment after the lurid videos went viral on social media paled in comparison to being abandoned by my husband for his legal secretary.

 

When my Great Uncle Dax passed and willed me his real estate firm in Austin, Texas, I packed up my pride and my goldfish and headed for the Lone Star State, an awesome place for a fresh start. I vowed to stay on a straight path to no more drama from then onwards.

 

So, I keep trying to distract myself by having a fling with this hot drummer, John, a guy I met at a club in Austin.

 

Falling for my new head of security, Jesse Dalton, was never part of my plan.

 

Sure, Jesse's easy on my eyes and hard in the sack, (also my new office sofa, his bedroom, and the tops of cliffs), but he's a bad boy, free spirit with relationship commitment problems and things are turning into hot lava between us. I am a new girl boss now, and my business must come first.

 

But Jesse makes me feel beautiful, sensuous, strong, and protected. All the things I never felt in the last years of my failed marriage. Jesse gets me and when I feel his arms around me, I am enticed to trust a man again. To fall in love again. To let Jesse love me without feeling scared.

 

But way down inside of me, I am petrified.

Will this all be too much too soon and wreck my heart again? Will the risks of starting over be too great for us both to handle?

 

Or am I an idiot to let a second chance at love pass me by?

This is a novella length second chance steamy romance with first person POV and a happy ending.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sun City Art Press
• Release date: Jul 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201737849

Wendy Lucca

Author of sexy, alpha male stories. Texas gal. Italian clothing addict. Always on an inspirational journey. Wendy Lucca lives in Houston, Texas with her handsome, athletic, husband, and her lean, whip strong adopted greyhound Pegasus, a dog she rescued as a baby. Pegasus knows he is a champion and is not modest about showing it! Wendy is a graduate of the University of Texas, loves creative writing and draws her romantic inspiration from the charmed sunsets that cast their siren’s spell over the Amalfi coast of Italy.

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Wendy Lucca

Capitol Fever

First published by Sun City Art Press 2022

Copyright © 2022 by Wendy Lucca

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

1. That Summer Show

2. All the Drama Queens

3. Lettre Morte

4. City of Contradictions

5. The New Castle

6. High Heels and Cowboy Boots

7. The Spider Web Lounge

8. Barton Springs

9. The 606 Club

10. High Riding Candy

11. Austin Aqua Fest

12. Smarty Unicorn’s Like to Party

13. Hot Messes are the Best Messes

14. The Hot Girl Life

15. Vitamin J

16. Jesse’s POV

17. The Continental Club

18. Not Trifling

19. Hope and Feathers

20. Butterflies

About the Author

One

That Summer Show

Chapter Separator

Lust — a siren call to veer off the trail of the dull and ordinary. Chasing someone, sleeping with them, keeping them hooked. It’s all sleight of hand and a bit of fakery. We know it is, but we don’t care because we are too busy getting our socks knocked off.

Everyone gets an orgasm. Everyone gets to feel powerful for a moment. Everyone gets to imagine there are more of those better, sexy times are right around the corner. And the sex is the only thing that matters. I learned that by the time I was seventeen. It’s not about wanting to manipulate people or making them buy you things, although sometimes that happens, and you go along with it. Searching for lust is about the ability to live the life you choose.

I didn’t get there right off the bat, though, choosing lust and the life I wanted, I mean. I made my share of mistakes working up to it.

The most embarrassing mistake I ever made for lust started with me in the back of a UPS truck with my neighborhood delivery driver, Arrow McCue. I’m gonna tell you the authentic truth. Don’t judge me. You know you want the real dirt.

Picture that at the moment, I was in the back of a UPS delivery truck with the man they call Brad Arrow McCue. Former high school track sprinter, current body builder and side rep for John Rivers Protein Powder. Tall, wears a high and tight haircut with an A carved into the left side of his hair. Stands for Arrow. His high school sports nick name. I can still smell his Axe body spray.

Arrow McCue was sliding his hand up my skirt and into my wet satin panties, fiddling a bit and then pulling them down to my ankles. We sprawled on the floor, semi-hidden behind packages in the back of his UPS delivery truck for the tenth time, while my husband was at work.

Yes, that’s right, I was cheating. A dirty rotten cheater, cheater pumpkin spice eater. My husband, Jim, started it though by sleeping with his legal secretary, Heidi, for the past nine months. Basic, the both of us. I know.

Let’s see what kinda candy we got there, mama! said Arrow. He was not big on exacting and complicated vocabulary like my lawyer husband.

One more yank of my red panties threw my balance off. I had been perched between two big piles of packages just inside the rear door of his truck. We closed the door so we could fool around during that day’s shiny golden, orangey blue cosmic sandwich of sunset. I tipped backwards and reached my arms out in front to grab onto Arrow, but he swung his panty laden right hand upwards to cry whoop, whoop in victory, knocking me off my heels.

I tipped the wrong way.

From a distance I could just hear Summer Whitley, the 18-year-old who lived across the street from me, squealing Stop it, your turn! I’m taking my phone back!

Summer Whitley was a California beach babe in training. Waiting for her big move to Hollywood, she never missed a chance to post selfies on her TikTok and Instagram.

Before I could hear the voice of whatever boy or girl had taken Summer’s phone, I tipped backwards, falling with a hard and ungainly thwap against the unlocked door of the UPS truck, my double D breasts heaving upwards as I plummeted backwards, jiggling loose from the yoga tank top I was wearing like the prow of the Titanic trying to cut through those icebergs.

There I landed on the street pavement of 1908 Fox Ridge Trail, Sioux City, Iowa, subdivision of the upper middles. A place where I began my fall from grace.

I grabbed hold of Arrow’s left leg to steady myself, but then we both slid together. He caught himself just as I heaved over the edge of the truck, and plopped onto the pavement, but not before accidentally flashing his long, hard rod to the neighborhood beach babe, Summer.

Summer had grabbed her phone back by then and began to video the array of cock and titties that landed on the sleepy cul-de-sac like a burst of juicy peaches falling from a lush, green tree. Cheetah fast, that Summer was, as she narrated for her live stream and simultaneously recorded this sexy happening in her best influencer model voice.

Summer had already amassed 9,036 followers on her TikTok, and well, did I mention I was a high school theater arts teacher? Emphasis on was. My contract had a strict community reputation and standards clause. Oops!

Jim’s law firm took a hit briefly from the social media fall out, but plaintiff lawyers always land on their feet. My teaching career though, well I can’t wait to tell you about the rest of that shyte show. This all happened right at the end of my very first year of teaching high school. At age 23, I started teaching and ended teaching in one year; now that was something else!

Here’s the rundown on how my teaching went, just so you get to know how I rolled.

Chill! You need to chill, miss! Let me try again, said my student, Andrew, who eyed my slight frown as an insignificant rain cloud on the edge of what he considered a brilliant Hamlet soliloquy.

To be or not to be, that is the question: whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or take up arms against a sea of troubles, he started again, gesturing and flashing gang signs with his hands.

What? No gang signs! Hamlet is very emo right now, or maybe all the time until he wants revenge, or maybe that is why he wants revenge. Anyway, he is thinking about the merits of suicide as a way out of his situation.

Yo, miss, he just needs to punch that fool Claudius then, just like we gonna punch those Bloods after school.

You might wonder at this point why the notorious 15-year-old Crip gang leader, Andrew Vareles was in my play, but he had a flair for showmanship, Scarface was his favorite