by Kira Graham
I dare anyone to take Dad’s clues and decipher them as well as I did.
“Trash?” Laura groans.
“Yep. But it was better than that time Dad hid a clue in the cemetery, in an open grave. Remember that one?” Gia asks, snorting when I shudder because that is the first and only time I have ever quit a hunt early.
“Shut up. I don’t care if they participate or not. I have to let Cameron come with or he’ll never stop whining, but I want a head start. That means I get the first clue a day earlier than everyone else,” I sniff, ignoring Cameron’s mutterings and watching Mom and Dad whisper together.
“May I make a suggestion?” Connor asks, cutting in at a time when I really didn’t need him to. “Since this is possibly the last round, or close to it since everyone but Paul only needs one more win, we should spice this up. No offense—I love the whole ‘purity of winning’ concept, but come on; this is just getting interesting.”
“What would you suggest?” Dad asks, hissing and slapping my hand away when I go to grab his nipple.
“A cash prize, of course. Supplied by Cameron because he’s obscenely rich—”
“Boooring,” Gia yells, a sentiment that’s seconded by us all because who cares about money?
You want a prize? A true prize, above winning, is having power over someone else and making their lives a misery for at least a week. If I want something like that I’d make Gia shave her head bald, completely bald.
“Okay. Then… something,” Connor huffs, something about the way he says it making me frown because he sounds so… weird.
“If I may?” Gia asks, smiling when Connor inclines his head. “I say the prize should be two things. One, whoever wins can make the final decision on whether or not the games end.”
“Oh, come on!” Melody yells.
“What? That’s fair. I for one would like to continue this thing, and it’s killing me that it could end at any minute.”
“Only because you know I’m winning,” I growl.
“Whatever. Second prize… hmm. That one’s hard—but off-the-cuff, and completely randomly, I say that person gets to make someone do whatever they want them to,” she muses, looking right at me when she says it.
And then she grins, and I know, I just know, if I don’t win this thing, I am so screwed. Shit.
“Cameron?” I mumble, looking over my shoulder when he grunts. “If you don’t help me with this thing, we’re so over.”
Chapter 12
Cameron
I’m nervous. I’m nervous as hell and sweating as I open my apartment door and let Lu walk in ahead of me, playing it off as the gentlemanly thing to do but in reality letting her go first because—
“Son of a bitch!” Lu cries out as soon as she crosses the threshold, hopping around as I flick on the light and let out a laugh.
A relieved laugh when I see Jaja attached to her ankle, his little claws and teeth sunk into her skin the way a rabid beast attacks its prey. It takes me exactly thirty seconds to control my snicker, and then I gently but firmly pry the little shit off my woman and put him down, watching as he scampers away into the darkness to hide, probably more than a little satisfied with himself because that’s his thing now. He bites once and then he’s done for the day.
“You let me in first on purpose, asshole,” Lu complains, her eyes narrowed until I pout and lean down to grab her ankle, placing a gentle kiss there.
Am I stoked about her shaving skills when I feel and see a little stubble on the lower half of her calf? Not exactly—but Lu, being Lu, did warn me that shaving is her nemesis and that she only does it when strictly necessary. Thank God a date and a short dress make that necessary because, as much as I adore her, I don’t adore hairy women. Period.
“I would never,” I lie, grinning to myself before I rise and pull her into my arms, sighing when her tits mash to my chest and her lips yield to mine.
This is our second kiss of the night, and ever since I kissed her the first time when I went to fetch her for our date, I’ve been dying to do it again. There’s just something about kissing Lu that makes me want to melt, and when her mouth opens and she sucks on my tongue, I decide that it’s Lu. She’s special.
I kiss her deeply, my hands going to her ass and squeezing there, the globes so round and full I groan and pull back with a sigh, knowing if I don’t stop now, I won’t get to say anything. And I need to say so much. However, that doesn’t seem to be high on Lu’s list, and just as soon as I pull back, she’s shoving me backward towards the living room and pulling at my shirt. I nearly stumble on my way to where she wants me, and when I feel the sofa behind my legs, I sit at her direction and wait, watching her stand back up with a groan. That dress, a short black number with no sleeves and a tight skirt that cradles her hips, has been driving me nuts all night. I want it off, want her skin bare so I can lick, explore, and suck on her flesh the way I didn’t get to do—or, rather, don’t remember doing.
“I’m super-nervous about this,” she mutters, admitting her fear to me in a breathy croak that I want to argue but don’t have the breath to because instead of pulling back, she takes a deep breath and whips the dress off over her head, leaving her in a pair of panties and heels.
I’m already semi-erect from the kiss alone, but as soon as I see her breasts bounce into view, my cock decides that he’s all in, in one moment, and nothing else but full-on, hard fucking will do.
“Sugar,” I groan, the use of her last name more endearment and praise than anything else.
I’m speechless, breathless, and aching behind my zipper because she’s just so… real, it’s sexy as hell. Lu isn’t busty by any means but she has beautiful breasts that are high, firm, and topped with dusky peach tips that I want to suck on so badly, my cock literally leaks out a bead of cum. I’m going to suck on her for hours, I think. Until she’s a wet, squirming mess beneath me and begging me for relief.
“I lo—” I start to tell her how I feel at the same time she shimmies off her panties, and my mouth goes dry, my words choking out when she steps out of them and stands in front me, completely bare and so utterly beautiful I have to swallow.
This is going to sound messed-up, I know, but when she stands there, open, unveiled and so vulnerable, all thought goes out the window but one. Take. I need to take her, claim her, own her in some way because the truth is, she owns me. I think about nothing but Lu, all day, every day. I wake up hard and wanting her. I go to sleep hard and aching, despite jerking off like a madman. I get giddy when I see a text from her pop up, and at this point, I’m so deep into the rabbit hole that is Louisiana Sugar, it’s scary.
“Stop talking, stop thinking, and touch me, Cameron,” she says softly, her mouth curving when I reach out a hand, a shaking hand, and grasp her hips to pull her closer.
Lu is short, and when I sit up fully, my head reaches her chest in such a perfect way that all I have to do to suck her little nipples is to open my mouth and latch on. She sighs, a long moan escaping her when I do just that, and then she’s sighing and moaning as I start to do the one thing I’ve fantasized about the most since our failed night together. I’ve never been that into breasts, to be honest. Like most guys I have one goal and one only: to get to that place between her legs where my dick will be warm, wet, and deep inside her tightness. But with Lu, it’s always different and I revel in the way she moans and clenches her legs together when I suck hard on her nipples, moving back and forth between the two until she’s so wet and needy she’s gripping at my hair and clenching her legs to get some relief.
“We need to—oh! Oh, good Lord,” she cries out when I slide a finger up the smooth skin of her thigh, gently opening her up and slipping the digit between the lips of her smooth sex.
She’s drenched, her nectar soaking my finger as I slide it through the petals there and flick over her clit, giving the hard bud a cursory rub before I press down and stop at her core, the opening tight and grasping against my fingertip. I’ve lain awake at night th
inking of what I would do to her the first time I get her under me, but that all flies out of the window at the first remembered touch of my finger sliding into her sex. It’s smooth, a little tight, and so warm and silky with her juices, I groan and lean down, resting my forehead against her mound so I can suck in air and smell while I watch what I’m doing.
“Cam—”
“You smell like vanilla,” I groan, pumping my finger in slowly until she adjusts and then adding a second digit when she starts to clench as I flick, rising my fingers slowly.
“It’s the… oh, mmmuuuhm. Shit. Shit, Cameron. That’s the spot,” she whimpers when I reach deeper and feel around, locating a rough little patch within that makes her thighs tremble around my hand. “Body lotion. It’s the lotion—agh!”
I chuckle when she throws her head back, grabs onto my shoulders and starts to ride my hand because, as much fun as it is to watch her come undone, there is no way I’m letting that happen before I get inside her. But first, I think, leaning in closer and pressing my mouth to the clammy skin of her mons, first a taste, so I can have her on my tongue while she’s riding me. And then I’m going to do things to this woman that will blow her mind. I’m nearly snarling as she continues to ride my hand harder and harder, and when I suck on her little pearl, the nub peeping out from her folds just the barest bit, the way she smells and tastes erupts within me and makes me growl. Clean, wet, musky with that vanilla scent that blends to create a taste I didn’t know I could crave. She whimpers as I lick, flick, and use my mouth to eat her, not even a little gentle because she’s growing tighter with every suck and getting closer—
“Too much! It’s too much,” Lu whispers as I feel her walls shudder, a gush of moisture running out and coating my fingers. “Please.”
Oh, I will please, I growl silently, pulling my hand and mouth away and lifting her so that she straddles me. I’m still dressed.
“Fuck,” I groan, belatedly remembering that I haven’t bothered to undress until Lu starts to rip at my belt and zipper, her touch frantic.
When my dick pops out, so hard and wet with my own need it glistens, she doesn’t bother to look or gasp like most women do. She straddles me, lines up her entrance and then falls down on me, taking me in to the root in a slick slide that makes me throw my head back while she moans and drops her face into my neck. I want to say that we’re making love as I bounce her on and off my cock, my hips snapping up as I yank her down, but this isn’t about love at all. It’s sex—raw, hard, desperate sex as her core clenches and drenches me, the sticky mess running out and collecting in the trimmed hair there. It’s Lu riding me while she attacks my mouth with tongue and kisses that are savage. It’s me pulling her down hard and grinding up as she pants into my mouth and tightens her sex around me, the small flutters within growing, growing, growing until finally, just when I’m starting to sweat and struggling to hold on, she explodes around me and starts to orgasm so hard it feels like she’s strangling my cock.
“Fuck. Fuck, yes. That’s it. Keep going,” I groan, still thrusting even as she peaks because it feels so good I want it to last as long as I can make it last.
“Anghah! Cameron—shit, shit, shit. Fuck. Oh, oh, suck on my nipples,” Lu groans out, her hips grinding and writhing on my cock while I dip down and suck her into my mouth.
I’m out of control, my usual finesse all gone as I go at her, the tightness that continues to ripple around me when I suck on her forcing me to suck harder until I have not just her nipple in my mouth but half of her breast as well.
When I come, when I let go because I can’t hold back anymore no matter how good it feels with her long, drawn-out orgasm, the spend roars from me. It’s a tidal wave. A painful purge that I feel rip from my balls, shoot up my cock and then spew out of me and into her hot, gripping channel. It lasts for a few long seconds before I slump and Lu crumples against me, her core still shivering every few seconds but finally calming against my overly sensitive flesh.
Say something, I tell myself as I hug her closer and pull her head around for my tongue, the need to kiss her so strong I practically inhale her whole. Say anything.
“I dare you to do that again,” Lu breathes once we’ve each caught our breath minutes later, my cum dripping out of her and collecting in my pubic hair.
I smile. Leave it to Lu to throw that out there, I think, sighing and promising myself that soon, soon I will confess how I feel. Just as soon as I know she feels somewhat the same as I do—because wouldn’t it freaking suck if she doesn’t?
Chapter 13
Louisiana
Did I ever tell you about why my name is Lu? Well, you already know that’s a nickname, a shortening of Louisiana, but what I bet you didn’t know is that my mom named me after the state where I was conceived when Mom and Dad took their second honeymoon. Georgia—well, as you can guess, that’s where Mom conceived her one night on a trip to visit her aunt Cora, and Simon and Paul are all Dad, who has an obsession with The Beatles and somehow thought that Ringo’s name was Simon. I know—I don’t get it either, but according to Mom, Dad did smoke a lot of pot at one stage before they were married, so maybe that explains it.
Anyway, the reason I’m telling you this is because I just met Connor’s ex-wife, a sexy, very cool woman who happens to be a lesbian and has been subjected to over an hour of ridicule from Gia who apparently thinks it’s hilarious to call her “easy Lei.”
“You know what’s worse than a ginger with pit hair?” Gia asks, making me giggle and share a look with Lei, who just rolls her eyes and keeps staring at the cake I’m frosting in preparation for an anniversary party someone is having.
It’s a last-minute thing, which is why I’m currently standing in the kitchen of the bakery and working at ten at night. It doesn’t, however, explain how I ended up with Gia and Lei annoying the hell out of me—but hey, at least I’m not here alone. I live upstairs, I know, but it’s downright creepy being down here alone this late.
“Gia, just shut up,” I grumble, finishing off a swirl and moving on to the fondant decorations while eying Lei up and down.
She’s gorgeous, and I can totally see why Connor married her. She’s got fake red hair that is just a shade lighter than mine—mine is natural, thank you; I have the carpet to prove it—blue-green eyes that aren’t aqua but a blend of the two colors that is downright sexy if you ask me. What she isn’t is family, and I just don’t get why she’s here with us. No offense to Lei, but I’m not really down on hanging with a chick I don’t know, even if she’s funny and makes more lesbian jokes than Gia does.
“Stop being on her side,” Gia pouts, sniffing when I groan.
“I’m not on anyone’s side, okay?” I mutter, my annoyance trumped only by my fatigue because I’ve been up since five and I skipped breakfast and dinner thanks to a last-minute rush at five that saw me closing at seven.
I should have had the cake done an hour ago, but Gia, being Gia, dropped the one half out of the oven and I had to start again then wait for it to cool before I started the main part of it.
“I’m just tired, and you’re annoying. Why are you here anyway?” I ask, looking at Lei, who shrugs and keeps staring at what I’m doing.
“I have to babysit this one because she’s got serial-dating issues, and Connor, that ass, decided that, since he’s working late tonight, I have to pick up the slack. I pointed out that we’re not a thing, and so I’m not into doing work for nothing but he’s an asshole and he just showed up at my place with Lesley here,” she shrugs, chortling when Lei snorts.
“Serial dater. Explain that one.”
“Well, it’s like this. Lei is a lesbo—”
“Yeah, we all got that part,” I snort, chuckling when Lei grins and takes the seat on the other side of the table, surprisingly okay with Gia’s less than PC talk.
But, I mean, it’s just girls razzing, ya know, and besides, she does eat salmon, so it’s not a lie.
“Just saying. She’s into chicks and appa
rently also into a lot of chicks at the same time. Her girlfriend broke up with her two weeks ago because she caught her tonguing—”
“Gia!”
“What? It’s true. She was snacking on the box, dude. Ain’t no denying it, is there, Lei-er?” Gia asks, grinning when Lei smirks.
“I do tend to get greedy,” she admits, her smile growing when I giggle.
“Greedy? She was dating three chicks at the same time. Connor finally got pissed and laid down an ultimatum. She’s celibate for the next two months until she can get a handle on herself. Personally, I can’t say I blame her. You should have seen the chick she was munching, Lu. Smoooking hot. Like Gisele, Heidi, and Naomi all rolled into one. Her legs were way long,” Gia says in awe, giggling when Lei snorts and I grunt.
“And apparently very open,” I murmur, stopping what I’m doing and laying the frosting bag down to look at Lei. So, you’re not in for commitment?”
“Oh, I am. At first, anyway. But then… I’m a little unreliable, I’m afraid. I like what I like, and I happen to like a lot of women. It’s the whole coming-out-late-in-life thing. I’m still in the gorging stage,” she sighs, smirking when I nod because I know that stage.
I don’t think Cameron and I have said twenty full words to one another since we had sex the first time, and it’s been nearly a month of nonstop screwing already. It’s just he’s so yummy—and don’t get me started on what that man can do when he gets started. Sigh.
“So is Lu. She and Cameron fuck more than they speak to one another at this point,” Gia laughs, also grimacing because she’s made it plain as day that she doesn’t get why Cameron likes me when I’m a troll.
Such sisterly love, I say. Just so much. My cup overfloweth.
“See? That’s the thing. I like sex, a lot. So much so that it’s killing me not to be in a relationship full-time. I mean, I work as a designer, people. I’m around a lot of women, all the time. I’m not made of stone,” Lei complains while I snicker and shake my head. “How do you do it, Lu? You and Cam have been together for a second now. How do you look at other men and not want sex with them?”
