Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Bart, it’s been nice. I’ll give you a full report on Eva’s progress soon, but we really should be off.” I shake his hand.
“Of course, of course, and keep up the good work, you two.” He shoots Eva with finger guns.
I fall into the car beside her and wait for the front door to shut. When Bart’s gone, I fling myself at her lips. I can’t believe I managed to hold out this long before getting another taste of her.
“Isn’t that a nice hello?” she says. I don’t have to see her blush to know it’s happening.
“You deserve it for getting all dolled up for me.” I start the engine and drive.
“But I’m wearing training clothes?”
“Baby girl, you could wear an old newspaper and tinfoil hat and still send me over the moon.” Cheesy, lame, and the complete truth. “Now, let’s go have some fun.”
“More fun than rolling around my backyard naked?” She snickers, leaning over to my side and pressing her lips against my neck.
“Only better place is my bed.” A pulsating heat radiates through my body.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she whispers in my ear before sucking it between her teeth. “But don’t let me ruin what you’ve got planned. I just want you to think about how wet I’m going to be the whole night, picturing your cock splitting me in two.”
“Then you’ll love what I’ve got in store for us.” I sneak a cheeky peck on her lips. “It’ll give you some practice with a club.”
Her eyes narrow in confusion, but she makes no effort to spoil the surprise. Instead, to torture me further, she rests her hand on my throbbing cock, rubbing it through my pants while I drive.
Good God, Eva Collins is everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a perfect mate.
12
EVA
Ihaven’t stopped smiling since we arrived at Arthur’s date location. I fully believed it was just a nice way of trying to get me to his place, but he had different plans. Hot dogs from a food truck, a couple of beers, and a round of miniature golf to bring it all together.
And our night together makes me realize I was wrong about him. Sure, he stands for everything I’ve spent my life fighting against, but underneath his rough exterior is a big ol’ teddy bear with a heart of gold.
Even if we both knew where the night was heading, Arthur didn’t have to do any of this. He wanted to make me feel like a princess, anyway.
“They’re on the eighteenth hole, neck and neck, with one putt standing between them and victory,” Arthur fakes an announcer's voice, tapping the head of his golf club against AstroTurf.
He’s lying, of course. Arthur’s six holes up, with no signs of slowing down. I’m pretty sure he missed a couple of strokes on purpose to let me win a few. An honest-to-goodness gentleman, even if I can’t capitalize on his generosity.
“Oh, come off it.” I wave my hand through the air. “You said it yourself. We’re only here so I can get some practice with this club. But something tells me this thin stick doesn’t compare to what I’ll have to deal with.”
I look at him over my shoulder.
“Let’s make it interesting then,” Arthur says, stepping behind me and snaking his arms over my shoulders. “Call this hole double or nothing, or whatever it is you need to win.” He grips my hands around the putter, his own club poking against my back. “Win it and the game’s yours.”
“What happens if I win?” Warmth radiates between our bodies. It feels so right having him this close to me. And soon, we’ll be doing this dance butt naked.
Something tells me he won’t be able to control himself the same way he does during our training sessions.
“I’ll have time to practice on the nineteenth hole,” he whispers into my ear. “Make sure I never lose again.”
My cheeks instantly set ablaze. Clubs, holes, sinking balls. I’m starting to think Arthur planned this date so he could lay down as many innuendos as he could to get me excited for what’s to come.
“Then I better not disappoint,” I say, allowing Arthur to help me take my shot.
We give the ball a firm pat and watch as it rolls with expert precision through the windmill obstacle. It continues over bumpy terrain, narrowly avoiding fake hole hazards, and stops in front of the flag.
“Bang on,” he says, swapping places with me.
And unlike the determined golfer I’ve seen all night, Arthur swings, and his ball smashes against the rotating fin of the windmill. His second shot does the same. And then a third, to add levity.
“Whoops.” A naughty smile creeps across his face. “Don’t think I’ll be catching up after that mess.”
“And to the victor goes the spoils,” I say the same way he did right before eating my pussy.