Trick - By Lori Garrett Page 0,16

leaned my head down and sucked the nipple of one soft, sweet tit, then the other, into my mouth, rolling them over my tongue until they went pebble hard. I sucked and she fisted her hands in my hair.

“Holy...oh my...” She gasped, pulling at my hair. “Gunner. Please. What if someone sees?”

“Let em watch,” I whispered, but she shook her head. “You wanna get in the boat?”

It was old as hell, but it had a little cuddy cabin, just enough room to lay a hot ass girl on her back and fuck with a little privacy. I always wanted to keep it romantic for her. From the first time we had sex to the time, a week later, when we’d locked ourselves in her family beach house and screwed until we were sore all over just so I could prove to her how damn sexy I found her...every time was always so much more than sex with any other girl had ever been before. It was real with Harlow.

“Please, Gunner.” She kept her shirt hugged to her chest, looking back and forth like she was waiting for someone to pop out of the woods.

She didn’t realize how in the middle of nowhere we were. I’d make sure to remind her of that fact when my dick was deep in her and she wanted to scream my name. Damn that girl had a set of lungs when she was about to come, hot and slick, on my dick.

I helped her onto the boat and led her to the small, musty space. She may have been nervous about letting me suck her titties on the dock, but once we were in the little room, she tossed the bikini top to the side and slid out of her tiny shorts. When she let her legs fall open, my mouth went dry.

I ran the backs of my fingers over the skin, silky smooth and drenched already.

“I...got waxed,” she whispered.

“Well, this is a cause for celebration, I think.” I knelt down on the floor and spread her thighs wider, taking a long, deep breath and loving the smell of her. “Damn, I love this pussy.” I licked it, long and slow, letting my hands run up her body and squeeze her tits hard when I did.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

I licked again and shook my head. “Not good enough, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”

She shook her head, and I pulled back, keeping one finger moving in a light circle over her clit. “Say what you want,” I ordered.

When she shook her head again, I pressed her legs open with a sharp jerk and stopped a half an inch away, my breath hot on her. “Say it, Harlow. Say it or you don’t get any dick.”

“Lick it,” she begged, finally. “Lick my pussy, Gunner. And after you make me come? Fuck it and make me come again.”

Voice of an angel, demands of a devil, and I couldn’t have been happier. I spread her legs again and said the only thing my mama would expect me to say to a lady who made a request.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I’m not remotely surprised when Rochelle stomps in, interrupting my mental playback of Harlow’s throaty little whimpers and perfectly tight pussy.

“What’s this I hear about you taking some rich Daddy’s girl home with you last night?” she demands. She throws some new purse that probably cost more than Daniels’ farmhouse on the bar. I wonder how she hustled that one. It very well might be bought and paid for with my credit card. She knows the best time to ask for a little shopping spree is after an amazing blowjob. Rochelle won’t hesitate to get on her knees for a new purse or a run to the hair salon.

“Since when is what I do your business?” Rochelle is hot as hell, but she irritates the shit out of me.

“Since you promised that you’d put a ring on my finger after a year. You remember that?” Her face is close to mine, and I really look at it for the first time in a long time.

I guess there’s some people would think Rochelle is more beautiful than Harlow. She’s got those cheekbones like a Russian model, and big blue eyes, almond-shaped. Funny how they’re blue, same as Harlow’s, but Rochelle’s are icy and hard, like diamonds. Harlow’s are soft and dreamy as a summer sky.

“Desperate doesn’t wear well on you,” I say. I flick my eyes over the receipts on the bar again.

“Desperate?” She