Manaconda by Elliott Taryn & Quinn Cari

Author:Elliott, Taryn & Quinn, Cari [Elliott, Taryn]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Rainbow Rage Publishing
Published: 2016-01-18T08:00:00+00:00

12

KENNEDY

I work hard for my clients, and make sure I take care of their every need.

When I started my day, hiding out from Hammered fans in the back of a truck had not been on my itinerary. And absolutely no part of my business plan included getting my panties stolen by a rock star with a crazy sexy dimple.

“Are you kidding me with this?”

“Shhh.”

I folded my arms and tugged my dress down. It hadn’t felt nearly as short when I put it on. Amazing how important panties were as part of one’s wardrobe.

The slats of the truck’s back door gave off tiny shafts of light from the parking lot lights. Enough to see that Hunter was digging around at the back of the truck.

I thunked my head against the side wall of the trailer. “When you teased me with seven orgasms, I had a whole different scenario going on in my head. Not that I figure you’ll make it to the seven, but I was going to let you give it a try.”

“Did you hear that?” A voice asked outside.

We both froze. He pointed at me. Like it was my fault?

This was so not what I had in mind for my first one-night-stand. Hell, my only one-night-stand ever. No wonder I didn’t do them. I liked a plan, dammit.

Hunter tossed something at me. I instinctively put my arms up and a padded blanket filled my arms. I folded it awkwardly and set it on the floor.

The clink of bottles and something else falling over was suddenly silenced. I slid down the wall to the blanket, hoping it wasn’t too terribly dirty. It was surprisingly soft on the backs of my thighs.

Hunter came back, holding a bottle.

At least there was wine.

He knelt beside me. “Oh, there will be seven, Kenny.”

“The wine is your lubricant?”

He leaned into me, and his nose brushed the shell of my ear. He drew my knee up, his fingertips coasting along my inner thigh into my dress. “No lube needed. I can guarantee it.”

I dragged in a quick breath.

“I know I saw them run over this way.” Another voice outside the door.

Seriously? Didn’t these fans give up? Did they not know a girl needed an orgasm here?

“Think you can be quiet?” he asked in a tone that was just above a groan.

“Here?” I croaked out.

“Shh…” He handed me the bottle and lowered his head to my knee.

Oh hell no. Not in the… My right hand gripped the bottle as his lips followed the path of his fingers.

He nipped my inner thigh. “Open for me, Kenny.”

My bad ideas were multiplying again, but they couldn’t seem to stack up to my Who-Gives-a-Shit chips.

This Vegas girl knew when to cash out, and when to go all in.

With my other hand, I buried my fingers into his hair, urging him higher.

He kissed his way up my thigh to where my hip and leg met. “I could spend all night here,” he whispered.

“Not if you’re just going to talk to it,” I snarled.

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