Lorelei James - Rough Riders 06 - Branded As Trouble by Copy

Author:Copy [Copy]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-01-07T07:18:38+00:00

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India settled on his couch, wearing his button-down shirt, looking unbelievably sexy, balancing the

enormous popcorn bowl on her lap.

After Colt plopped beside her, he clicked start. He’d cued up the movie, skipping the wawka wawka

music and telling previews.

“What’re we watching?”

“A comedy.”

India laid her head on his shoulder. Crunch crunch . “This is nice.”

“We do this damn near every Saturday night.”

“But not like this. Snuggled close in the afterglow of amazingly perfect hot sex.”

“True. Quit hoggin’ the popcorn. That’s something else you always do. And crunch it as loud as humanly

possible.”

“Sorry.” She laid a buttery, salty kiss on him and held the bowl closer.

The sex flick started as so many of them did. A hot woman, yakking on the phone to her friend about

her lousy dating life. How she’d love to get some action but her prospects were thin. The doorbell rings.

She hangs up in such a hurry to answer the door that she forgets to put a robe on over her negligee.

Standing on the other side of the door is a repairman.

“I don’t recognize any of these actors.”

“Really?”

India knew something was up when the repairman bent over to “fix” the knob on the stove and the

woman came up behind him, spinning him around to bump and grind on his tool.

“Colt, is this porn?”

“Yep. Keep watchin’. It gets better.”

“I cannot believe we’re watching porn after we just had sex two times.”

“Three if you count oral.” He tossed a couple kernels in the air and caught them in his mouth. “I’ll bet we

have sex again before the movie ends.”

“What do you want to bet?”

“Don’t be so literal, India. We don’t have to bet on everything,” he teased.

She faced him. “No, seriously. Put your money where your sexy mouth is, McKay. What’s the bet?”

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“One dollar.”

“Nope.”

“Two dollars.”

“Nope, not what I want.”

“What do you want, Miz Moneybags?”

“One kiss. One deep, slow, wet kiss.”

Colt pretended to consider it. “No deal. When I win, I wanna nail you from behind while we’re watching

the scene where she’s being fucked by three guys and one chick.”

Her eyes flashed interest. “How does that work?”

“You’ll see.” Colt leaned over and licked the salt from her lips with a flirty kiss. “I dare you not to get

turned on by that scene.”

“I’m gonna lose, aren’t I?”

“But that’s the beauty of bettin’ against me, sugar. Neither of us really loses.”

As the movie progressed, Colt knew India was getting turned on. She squirmed, even when her legs

were primly pressed together. She bit her lip. Her face was flushed. Her breathing choppy. But mostly he

could tell because of the scent of the warm, sweet cream drifting up from between her thighs.

His dick tented his boxers but India was taking great pains not to notice.

Colt curled his hand around her knee. “Here’s the scene.”

The main character returned home and found her best friend in bed with the repairman. She was livid.

Her idea of punishment was having her friend lick her pussy while the repairman sucked her tits.

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