Lucky Mix Up

by Avery, Lark

  Shirley waved a purple silk scarf over our cuffed hands as he chanted “Veddidum. Vellosum. Vamoose!”

  He whipped the scarf off, and the cuffs fell to the floor.

  I stared down at my free hand, not quite believing my eyes.

  “It worked?” Shirley sounded as amazed and grateful as I felt. He scooped down to pick the handcuffs up. “Tada!”

  Shirley beamed. He bowed, letting his unruly red curls flop forward. The few remaining audience members applauded with Braden and me.

  “Nice job.” Braden clapped him on the shoulder. “But we really have to leave now.”

  Shirley was still staring wonderingly at the cuffs in his hands. “It worked.”

  I let Braden steer me back to our table where I grabbed my purse. He threw down some bills to cover the check. As we exited, his breath tickled my ear. “Now I’d like to see you in some handcuffs under me. Got any back at the hotel?”

  Goosebumps rippled along my skin at his words.

  We barely made it back to the room without tearing each other’s clothes off. Braden pushed me against the door as soon as we closed it. I unzipped my denim skirt, pushing it down while he pulled his shirt off over his head.

  “Keep your boots on,” he said after I kicked my skirt aside.

  With his lips against my neck, I was going to pretty much agree to anything. I loved the feel of his skin under my palms. He was all hard-chiseled muscle and tats. So many tats. It was a bit of a surprise after his corporate exterior.

  “Tell me about your tattoos,” I said.

  Braden ripped my lace panties off. “Is that really what you want to do now? Talk?”

  His hands pushed up my vee neck tank. He was amazingly fast at unhooking my bra. His big hands cupped my breasts with this thumbs stroking my nipples.

  “I hardly know you,” I admitted. It was so difficult to concentrate when he was doing that. I could feel heat pooling between my thighs. I shifted my legs impatiently. “Maybe we should lie down?”

  “You should know I’m going to fuck you against this door. You’re going to wrap those sexy legs around my waist while I bury my cock deep inside that sweet pussy of yours. And that’s just for starters. We’ll see how much energy you have for talking after that. That work for you?”

  “God, yes.”

  Then his mouth found mine and our tongues tangled with kisses that only made me more excited. His belt dug into my belly. So I unbuttoned it, pulling it through his belt loops. “Tie me up?”

  “You’re going to kill me,” he whispered against my lips. “Are you trying to make up for all your missed experiences in one night?”

  “Kind of.” I didn’t want to bring myself to say that I wanted to do everything with him while we were together. How much can two people squeeze in a few short hours? Sleep was highly overrated. “I want you to be my first in everything.”

  My fingers worked the button and zipper on his pants. I pushed his pants and briefs down. His thick cock sprang into my palm.

  “Your touch is heaven.” Braden flexed into me. His cock ground into my hand. Instinctively I stroked him, increasing my speed.

  “I want to kiss you. Suck you,” I said.

  “Baby, I want that too, but first I’m going to fill that pussy of yours with my cum. I want it dripping down your thighs, so you know that you’re fucking mine.”

  My heart beat faster at his words. If I had panties on they’d be soaked. His cock felt good, but now I wanted him inside me.

  “Put your legs around my waist.” He dropped one hand to my ass to hold me while I did as he asked. “That pretty little pussy needs my attention.” He used his free hand to push his cock down between my legs.

  At this angle, I could feel his cock underneath me. I started rubbing myself against him. He slid inside me in one smooth thrust. When I dug my fingernails into this muscled back, he growled.

  I loved how Braden had this tough guy exterior covering a very sweet heart. The word love caught in my brain and snagged there. Braden expertly worked my body, but my brain was distracted now.

  Could I be in love with someone I just met? Though to be honest, it felt like I’d been waiting for him my whole life. I felt completed by Braden.

  “Come for me.” He kissed me. His tongue tangled with mine, pulling me from my distractions into the now with him.

  I could feel my orgasm building as Braden shattered me. He was not just my first. I was his. He’d ruined me for anyone else. All I wanted was him.

  Afterward, we moved to lie down on my bed.

  “How’d you do it?” I asked with my head on his bare shoulder.

  “Do what?” He stroked my hip with one large hand. His fingers were gentle and skillful.

  “You released those handcuffs, not Shirley.” I laid a finger across his soft lips. “Don’t lie to me. I saw the train wreck up close. And don’t try to tell me that’s something they teach at Harvard.” I sat up on my elbow to study him.

  Braden scratched his cheek. Under his tanned skin, a blush slowly crept up from his neck to his face. “Growing up, I had a kid brother into magic. I picked up a few things.”

  Because of his good looks, charm, and size, he seemed impervious to life’s difficulties. But he had them all the same. I knew what it was like to pretend to be something you were not. It was lonely.

  “You were a magician’s assistant. Hard to believe. Though you have the legs for it,” I teased.

  Braden’s cheeks turned dark red. “It was the summer after our Mom died. Magic was a way to keep him out of trouble.”

  “Did it work?” I asked.

  “Hell, no. We wound up with two supposedly female rabbits who promptly produced enough pets for the whole neighborhood. My father was not amused.”

  My heart hurt for the young Braden taking on so much when he was still grieving himself. I loved the rough and tough Braden. But I also loved the vulnerable part of him that he kept well hidden.

  “And these?” I drew my fingertips across the intricate tattoos that lined his chiseled chest. “Tell me about them.”

  “These are for me.” His hand closed over mine. “I needed something that was my own. The first one was to piss off my old man. But he didn’t care, and I discovered that I liked the ink. It made me more me somehow. So I kept going with it. I haven’t added anything new lately. But they are as much a part of me as my cock.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Is that enough information for you?”

  “For now.” I laid back down, resting my head on his shoulder. I was happy he’d shared himself with me. He had many different parts of his life competing for his attention. And I wanted to know them all. But for now, I had a few answers and the steady beat of his heart under my head.

  6

  Braden

  The next morning before meeting the realtor, Scarlet said she wanted to show me something.

  I laid back on the bed with my arms folded behind my head unable to stop the grin from spreading across my face.

  She was styling her hair and caught my gaze in the room mirror. “Show you something outside the hotel room, you perv. Get dressed.”

  We left the hotel and I drove us west away from Las Vegas. The rising sun hit the mountains, turning them a red gold. I’d always loved mountains. Not that we had any in Boston, but I enjoyed the occasional getaway to New Hampshire or Vermont. There was something about the sense of space in the west that made me feel lighter.

  Scarlet chatted away as we approached Red Rock Canyon. “This is my favorite place on earth. When I was little, my dad drove us out here at night to stargaze. When you’re away from the city lights, there are a million stars across the sky. You can even see the Milky Way. Besides, you can’t leave Vegas without seeing a bit of the real desert. When are you leaving anyway?”

  “I’m not sure. It depends on several things.” I couldn’t see getting on a plane and going back to Boston without Scarlet. Leaving her behind just felt wrong. We’d only known each other a short time, though. I
was worried about scaring her off.

  I knew she was The One but how she felt was less obvious. Clearly, she’d not had a lot of relationship experience. Something that didn’t bother me one bit. And I sure as hell wasn’t interested in her dating other men.

  My mind kept churning over what to do next. It did that the whole thirteen-mile loop in the park, passing by amazing scenery. When we’d seen our share of bighorn sheep, I pulled off the road to a vacant trailhead parking lot. We had some time before meeting the realtor. Scarlet seemed happy to be out here.

  “Did you want to take a hike?” I asked.

  “Not in these shoes.” She pointed to her black heels. “Today, I’m dressed for work not play, but I wanted to show it to you before you left.” Her voice dipped in sadness.

  For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what to do.

  The view was impressive, but it was what was inside the car that mattered to me.

  “Why?” I asked wanting to ask even more but afraid of messing up the most important moment in my life.

  Her cheeks pinked. “After all you showed me, I wanted to give you something. So you don’t forget me.”

  I brushed her cheek with the back of my fingers. Her skin was soft. Things were happening fast. But I wasn’t going to lose her and spend my life regretting it.

  “I want to fuck you,” I said instead. It was easier to show her how I felt than say it.

  “Here?”

  I kept my gaze on her.

  “Now?” She asked.

  I let my fingers drop to the swell of breasts in her vee neck top under her suit jacket. “Is your pussy wet?”

  She swallowed. “Yes.”

  “Climb in the back seat and take off your panties.”

  Scarlet did as she was told. She was one hell of a businesswoman, but she liked an alpha in the bedroom. It was another way we were a good fit.

  I left the air conditioner running, and the windows were tinted. I made sure the doors were locked, emergency brake was on, and we had plenty of gas.

  Then I joined her in the back seat.

  “Lie back, Scarlet.”

  She started to unbuckle my belt. I gently pushed her hands away. “There’s something I need to do first.”

  “What?” Her eyes were wide as I pushed her skirt up her thighs to her waist.

  “I’m going to eat your pussy.”

  Her cheeks reddened. She could sell sex toys for a living and do a pretty damn good job at it, and yet when I mentioned her pussy, she blushed. I was completely charmed.

  I propped one of her legs on the seat. I set the other on the floor. With her shaved pussy, I could see how plump her sex lips were. She was open to me and completely vulnerable. I stroked one finger lightly up her seam. She was very wet.

  “Baby, I’m going to fill up that pussy with my cum, but first I’ve been dying to taste you.”

  I bent my head to between her knees. I ran my tongue up her slit where my finger had just been.

  Her fingers flew to my hair, grabbing it.

  With my face anchored to her pussy, I went down on her hard. Licking, sucking, and nuzzling until she was writhing against my face. God, she tasted fantastic. My tongue lapped at her, pausing only to swirl and tug at her clit.

  Her head was propped against the back door with her breathy moans filling the car’s interior.

  I sucked at her clit hard listening to her breath coming faster and faster. When she came for me, her fingers flexed tightly in my hair. Oh yeah, my girl might have a late start on the game, but she was made for fucking. And there was no way anyone but me was going to be wringing earth-shattering orgasms out of her.

  I lapped at her pussy juices while her thighs quivered and she rode out her pleasure. I debated what to do next. I wanted to fill that wet pussy with my cum.

  The only thing holding me back was that this would be our third time having unprotected sex in twelve hours. I had no doubts that Scarlet was mine. If I knocked her up, that was fine with me. I was pretty certain she wasn’t on birth control, and the thought made me even hotter for her.

  My dilemma was whether I should tell her my intention or give her a little bit of time to get used to the idea?

  “You okay, baby?” I kissed the inside of her each of her thighs. I felt the muscles quiver under my lips.

  Her eyes were open but unfocused. “That was amazing.”

  I chuckled. She was a keeper.

  “I agree.” I rested my head on her knee.

  “Now it’s your turn.” Scarlet licked her lips. Her hair was tousled.

  I groaned feeling my already hard cock pressing against my zipper. My balls tightened too. I unzipped my pants.

  “Suck me,” I whispered, feeling dizzy at the thought of her lips around me.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Baby, there’s no way you can hurt me.” I guided her head down between my thighs. “Just take it slowly.”

  “You’re so big.” She breathed before taking her tongue and running it around my head. Precum glistened on the tip of my cock. She licked it off. “Salty. Yum.”

  It took all my self-control not to come all over her sweet face.

  Once she sucked on my head, she started taking more of me. When I felt the tip of my cock reach the back of her throat, I saw stars. My fingers gripped the leather seats of the rental car.

  Holy Fuck. Her mouth was amazing.

  She started sucking my cock in earnest. When she first suggested going down on me, I smiled to myself figuring I’d let her get a little taste then pump her pussy full of my cum.

  Now though, I knew there was no way I was going to let that happen. I was going to come in her pretty little mouth. The thought of my seed on her tongue was making me dizzy.

  “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth Scarlet, you better stop.”

  Her words were garbled with her lips wrapped around my cock, but I understood. “I want your cum.”

  I wasn’t asking twice.

  “Fuck!” I roared, grabbing her head as I pumped into her. My cum spurted down her throat. I looked down at her on her knees before me taking my full load.

  I fucking loved this woman.

  I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I didn’t want to. And I wasn’t going to.

  After she swallowed everything I had to give her, her lips were wet with my seed.

  She gazed up at me from down on her knees. Her eyes sparkled.

  “Fuck baby, you’re the best.” I leaned forward kissing her deeply so I tasted my cum on her lips.

  The only thing I was sorry about was that I hadn’t filled her pussy with my cum again.

  7

  Scarlet

  I would never visit Red Rock Canyon again and not think of Braden. But that wasn’t surprising. He’d already changed my life in ways I could never have predicted. And now I was breaking my solo practice business habit by taking him to meet the realtor.

  Back in Vegas, we passed the Strip for Fremont Street. It was a part of town I had my eye on for some time. It was full of the old roadside motels from the 1960s mixed with mom and pop stores. But I could see things were starting to change. Little cafes were popping up in the formerly empty brick storefronts. Motels were demolished and swanky condos mushroomed in their place.

  We were here close to lunchtime on Saturday, and the sidewalks were still full of tourists spilling over from the Strip.

  “Make a left here. Then it’s one block down,” I said.

  “Things are starting to pick up in this part of town.” Braden echoed my thoughts as he eased the SUV into a parking spot.

  “All that’s missing is a quality sex toy shop.” My stomach did a few turns. I was trying to be calm. I’d driven by this particular storefront countless times, waiting for it to come up for sale. In the meantime, I planned and saved funds while keeping an eye on the neighborhood.

  A brick and mortar store could change the direction of our company. Dad never had the luxury o
f a fixed location, and as a result, he traveled his whole working life. That wasn’t the life I wanted though.

  If I wasn’t always traveling, I could meet someone like Braden. If I had a storefront and he had a club in Vegas… I glanced at his profile, letting my thoughts get ahead of me.

  He was so fucking amazing. He was gorgeous, smart, made me laugh, and wrung orgasms out of me like an expert. I didn’t want to say goodbye.

  “What?” He turned off the ignition.

  “Nothing.”

  “I can practically see the gears turning in your head.”

  “Just going over all my questions,” I lied. I mean, I had plenty of questions for the realtor, but that wasn’t a problem to remember. I didn’t want to be distracted by Braden’s presence, but I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t. It was hard not to reach for his hand when we exited his vehicle.

  “Robbie Meyers. Pleased to meet you.” The realtor held out one hand after tucking her cell phone in her suit jacket pocket when we approached. Her voice has the hard rasp of a longtime smoker. She was stick thin and darkly tanned. The area around her eyes that wasn’t bronzed with tanner gave her a raccoon-ish look. Unfortunately, that was accentuated by her sharp-edged nose and prominent chin. Her hair was dyed blond, and her suit hung loosely on her as if she’d lost weight. She was somewhere between forty and eighty years old, but beyond that, it was hard to tell. The desert had a way of making people who spent too long in the sun look like prunes.

  I introduced Braden, and Robbie gave him a long appraising look.

  “I’ve not visited Boston in thirty years. Maybe it’s about time I made a trip back there.” She batted her thick false lashes at him.

  “I’m so excited to see the inside.” I studied the one story exterior, ignoring how she ogled Braden. Nothing was going to ruin this for me. I felt like a kid at Christmas. “What year was it built?”

  She pulled her phone out of her pocket. She scrolled a bit. “1958. New roof: 1983.”