Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Another glance around showed he wasn’t anywhere I could see, so I smiled at Jennifer and said, “I’m going to have a panty dropper.”
Giggling, Jennifer stirred her drink in her red plastic cup as she said, “I’d have to be wearing some to drop any.”
I finished pouring my poison of choice as I smiled over at her. “Bad girl. You mean to tell me if I took you into a dark corner and slipped my fingers under your skirt, I’d feel nothing but pussy?”
She bit her lower lip, then released it to take a sip of her drink before responding. “That’s what I’m saying.”
I laughed then took a drink of my own before we moved away from the makeshift bar and toward the area where the pool table was. The lighting was dimmer over here, and there were couches pushed up all along the walls. Already couples, and more, were making use of their soft surface. No sex, but lots of hands down pants and under shirts.
I looked away from the people making out to Jennifer. She stood a few inches shorter than me, even in heels, and her smile had a mischievous edge as she looked up at me through her lashes. I’d made my drink strong, so when I took a second sip I sucked in a soft breath, then blew it out.
“Yikes. Maybe I should have added a little more mixer.” My face involuntarily scrunched up as the concoction burned in my belly. “Oh boy.”
“Strong?” Jennifer asked as we watched the crowd around us. “How long has it been since you’ve had drunk sex?”
“Too long,” I said with a sigh. “Work keeps me busy and when I play at the local clubs, I keep my wits about me. I know I’d be safe here, but Rawhide has rules about getting shitfaced. And I don’t want to break the rules for real and get kicked out.”
Jennifer nodded as she took a smaller sip of her own drink. “Right. Well, how about this. Do you want to get really buzzed and make out on one of those couches?”
My pussy gave a soft throb as I grinned, “I would love to. But it looks like all the couches are taken.”
She looked over my shoulder, then shook her head. “It’s getting crowded in here. I can’t even see across the room anymore. Mind if we find an area less occupied?”
Someone jostled me from behind and I almost spilled my drink. “No problem. The couches are pretty popular, let’s go over by the bean bag area. It doesn’t seem as crowded.”
Jennifer held my hand as we threaded our way through the crowd, but I froze before we’d gone too far. Caleb was here, looking as hot as ever in a black t-shirt that exposed his well-defined arms and broad shoulders. He’d skipped shaving again, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss him. Would I get beard burn? In the low golden light his hair appeared blacker than black, and I wanted to brush it off his forehead.
As if reading my thoughts, he tossed his hair out of his eyes then turned to someone behind him. I couldn’t see who it was, but it had to be a woman. I knew this by the feminine hands sliding over his shoulders, and the orange painted nails digging into his back. Possessive anger flooded me and I growled.
“Oww,” Jennifer complained as she let go of my hand. “What the heck?”
“Some bitch is touching my guy,” I said into her ear loud enough to be heard over the music. “Look!”
She followed my pointing finger then gaped at me. “That skank!”
I was about to march over there when Charlie materialized before us. I swear he just appeared out of nowhere, and when he crossed his arms and frowned at us, I almost didn’t recognize him. Gone was the jovial middle-aged man indulging his beautiful wife. In his place stood a no-nonsense Master in every sense of the word. His dark brown eyes were steely as he looked between us, and my anger wilted before his disapproving frown.
The urge to kneel rattled around in my brain, but Jennifer’s indignant, “Move, Charlie,” kept me on my feet.
“No, little Miss, I will not move. You two were about to do something very stupid.” We both started to protest, but he held up his hand, his face that of a man enduring great hardship. “Spare me. I know you, Jennifer, and Ivy it was pretty easy to read the violence in your expression. I don’t care what girl was touching what guy, if either of you started a fight there would be dire consequences. Like a lifetime ban from Rawhide.”
My mouth hung open a little and I flushed as I closed it. “Shoot, you’re right. Sorry, Charlie.”