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I bought her a couple of
bottles and let her win a few on the pool table before I
made my play. “Hey, Lucinda. I’ve got a nice house not so
far from here. A bottle of Jack and a pair of clean glasses,
what do you say?”
We jumped into my flatbed and pulled up to my
cabin in minutes. Lucinda was all over me on the ride over.
She nibbled on my ear and slipped her hand in my pocket. My
heart skipped more than a few beats. Dunno how I kept that
old Ford between the hedges. But somehow we made it without
crashing.
I was too het up to
bother with my keys, so I kicked my door free of its warped
frame. Lucinda’s excited squeal raised the hair on my
forearms.
“Oh, baby. You’re so
badass!”
She hopped on my back
and dangled her arms over my shoulders. I was engulfed by
the scent of soap and skin. She was lighter than smoke. I
carried her to the kitchen, backed up and set that fine butt
on the old oak table where I took breakfast most mornings.
But I never had me a meal as sweet as this delectable piece.
I turned and put my lips on hers. She tasted of Bud and
Juicy Fruit. She hooked her arms around my neck. I went for
her belt buckle. She broke away from the kiss.
“Not so fast, Bud.”
I chuckled and tugged
on it.
“I mean it, Bud.”
“Sure, baby.” But my
blood was up and... I dunno. Usually, I’m a real gentleman,
taught well by my momma, but this chick... she was bringing
out the beast in me.
I grabbed her vest in
both hands and tugged. It split down the middle. Pert
titties jiggled free, stilling me for a second. Her nipples
were chocolate brown and as big as cigarette filters. I
needed one in my mouth. She was my nicotine.
I leant forward to suck
on one of those nipples. She kicked me in the balls. I
doubled over and my face met her boot. Lights flashed and I
was on my back. Warm blood trickled from my nostrils. I
coughed crimson. Lucinda hopped off the table and went to
the sink.
She came back with my
filleting knife and a wicked gleam in her eye.
“Why does this always
happen?” she said.
“Lucinda, I’m sorry...”
“Every Bud, Chuck and
Lou I pick up. Good for a laugh and a fumble. Then they want
to scoot on past the foreplay.”
“Baby, look at you.
Dressed like jailbait. What you expect?”
She curled her lip and
made a little growling noise in the back of her throat. I
looked up at this tower of beautiful dark skin, bunched
muscle and wild sexuality. I should have been fearing for my
life, but this woman had me thinking like a poet and panting
like a randy teenager. I needed to focus on the danger. The
blade.
“What you gonna do with
that knife, Lucinda?”
Lucinda ran her tongue
along the flat of the blade. “I’m gonna school you, Bud.”
She didn’t speak so
much as purr. My heart fluttered in my chest like a
butterfly in a Mason jar. Blood rushed to my dick. I thought
I was gonna pop right through my blue jeans. My mind swirled
and I felt like the floor was rocking beneath me.
Lucinda took the knife
and cut through the remains of her torn vest. Beautiful. So
beautiful. I refused to blink while this dark angel stood
before me.
“Stand up, Bud.”
Her voice dropped to a
husky whisper as she said my name. I have no recollection of
getting to my feet, but there I was, standing to attention
and breathing in the dizzying scent of her skin again. She
grabbed a handful of my T-shirt and went at it with the
filleting knife. As the last shredded remain fell to the
floor, Lucinda tossed the knife over her shoulder. It
thunked into the wall behind her. The handle quivered like a
tuning fork. Lucinda took hold of my chin and turned my face
back to hers. I offered no resistance.
“We got off to a bad
start, Bud.”
“I’m sorry, Lucinda.
You’re just so damn pretty. I couldn’t help myself.”
“That’s no excuse,
Buddy boy, but let’s not argue. Just let me dictate the pace
for now, okay?”
“Anything you say,
sweet cheeks.”
“We’ll start with some
gentle kisses. Right here.”
She tilted her head to
the left, exposing her long, elegant neck. I leant in to
her. Skin so soft, warm and sweet on my lips. I went easy.
Barely touching. I swear I could feel the blood flowing in
her veins. My whole universe shrank down to a pair of lips
on smooth, brown skin. I felt no connection to anything
else. As if my body had been cut loose from my mind. I
couldn’t see, smell or hear. Everything was touch and taste.
And I savoured.
Then I became aware of
her hands on my chest. She gently pushed me backwards. Light
hurt my eyes. The sun had risen and was glaring through the
kitchen window. I shook my head. Checked out the wall clock.
It was a little after two in the afternoon. I scratched my
cheek and thick stubble met my touch. I’d a vague
recollection of shaving before I left for Chucky’s. My
stomach grumbled.
Lucinda smiled sweetly.
“You should eat, Bud. You’re gonna need your energy.”
I shook my head, knew I
couldn’t leave her, not for a second. A prisoner to the
breath-taking power of her supernatural sensuality. And it
didn’t bother me none. “You’re the only thing I need, baby.”
She winked at me, gave
me that bewitching smile, and pushed her chest forward.
“Let’s get back to it, then.”
I went to her, mouth
watering and breath hitching. And someday I’ll be worthy of
the final release I’ve been craving since I saw her by the
pool table at Chucky’s honky tonk.
Someday.
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