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by Laurel Ulen Curtis


  Her breasts were full and heavy, tan, and peaked with the perfect rose red buds.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I growled, taking the weight of her in my hands and molding them together. She watched with wide eyes as I leaned forward and pulled one perfect nipple into my mouth, circling the edge with my tongue and flicking the tip as I finished.

  Her eyes closed as I moved to the other one and repeated my movements, finishing by licking and biting the plump skin that surrounded each of them and burying my face in the middle and inhaling.

  She smelled like sweet apples and minty gum and mouthwatering juiciness that I couldn’t wait to taste fully. And only a hint of cigarette smoke.

  I wanted her to coat my mouth, run down the line of my neck and onto my chest when I ate her. I wanted to smell her on me for weeks to come and dream of the chance to consume her again.

  Careful to tell my dick to keep his hands to himself, I pulled back enough to kick off my shorts and then pulled hers down to reveal the same.

  Naked for the first time, I felt her eyes as they watched me, a question in them making me scoot my hips well away from hers.

  “You, Easie. I’m going to eat you until you come. And I’m going to dream about the feel of it all on my cock and look forward to next time while I do it.”

  “Goddamn,” she whispered, her eyes dilating noticeably. “That’s how you fucking dirty talk someone into submission.”

  I couldn’t stop my smirk as I inched each side of her panties down over the curve of her slender hips and exposed all of the bare skin I’d gotten a teasing touch of earlier that day.

  “Bare, baby?”

  “It’s easier not to have to deal with it. That’s the last thing anybody needs to accidentally see on television.”

  I raised a teasing brow. “It’s also sexy as fuck.”

  “There’s that too,” she agreed before rocking my world. “Of course, that hasn’t mattered in a really long time for me either. You know, in case you were wondering.”

  Leaning forward immediately, I sucked, pulling her hips off of the bed enough to allow my hands access to her ass. It felt perfect in my hands, and she tasted perfect on my tongue.

  Fresh and sweet and really fucking ready for me.

  I worked her with the flat of my tongue, watching as her hips writhed with the motion, pushing more of herself into my mouth with each stroke. I gladly accepted it, grinding my hips into the bed with each lick and praying she’d come in my mouth before I had a chance to come all over the comforter.

  “Anderson,” she breathed suddenly, increasing the tempo of her hips and begging me to get her there quickly. Circling her clit with the tip of my tongue once before flicking it several times fast, I waited, lifting my eyes to watch her face when she finally let go.

  A scream echoed throughout the room as it made a strangled escape from her open mouth, and her hips surged forward one last time into my mouth. I moved quickly, taking over at her clit with my thumb to help her ride the wave and moving my mouth to drink the flood of her orgasm.

  I’d never tasted anything better.

  As soon as I’d finished the thought, I pulled away slowly, licked my lips, and wiped the excess off of my face with the back of my arm.

  I barely completed the task before she launched herself at me, tackling me to the ground with enough force to make me grunt.

  “Ow. Christ, woman,” I complained good-naturedly as she attacked me, licking and biting my neck with urgency and working her way quickly down my chest and abdomen, finishing by running her tongue up the line where my leg met my hip and brushing her cheek along my hard cock in the process.

  Sweet baby Jesus.

  “Easie, you don’t have to—” I started to offer, trying out the gentlemanly thing for our first time.

  “Shut. Up,” she punctuated between licks, ensuring with the path of her tongue that I did just that.

  “Holy hell,” I groaned as she moved over, starting her lick at the bottom of my balls and running her tongue up the entire line of my dick.

  The head bobbed, just about smacking her in the chin, and weeped a drop of fluid onto the bottom of my stomach.

  This was going to go fast.

  She didn’t though. She worked me slow and easy, making sure to wet the entirety of my cock before wrapping the base with her fist and swallowing the head into the back of her mouth.

  Fireworks went off in my spine, warning me with more than a tingle that my release was in the barrel, the gun was cocked, and Easie’s finger was poised right at the edge of the trigger.

  “Gonna come soon,” I warned, doing The Tap and hoping she’d move away if she wanted to, and then settled my hand into the shiny blond strands of her loose hair.

  She didn’t, opting to keep at me until I broke, circling the head with her tongue and bobbing her head at the same time, and never letting up on the steady stroke of her hand.

  Blackness bled through my vision as I came, focusing the sensation to her actions and heightening the experience immeasurably. She hummed as she felt my release hit her mouth, sucking and licking until she’d taken everything and worked me through the entirety of my orgasm.

  Panting, I struggled to move, and the bright lights in the ceiling nearly blinded me when I managed to open my eyes again.

  Despite the white-wash of the lights, all I could see was her.

  Blond hair and blue eyes in the sassiest tiny package I’d ever encountered.

  I was ruined.

  She had ruined me.

  WHEN EASIE WALKED INTO the kitchen the next morning wearing just my t-shirt, I lost a little bit more of my mind.

  All that leg leading straight into a land of pleasure and treats covered only by the fabric of my shirt?

  Nothing fucking like it.

  So consumed with the sleepy look in her eyes, I didn’t even remember that a pajama-wearing Tammy sat drinking coffee at the counter while I cooked all of the meals I’d abandoned last night in favor of sleeping cuddled tightly to Easie’s sleek, naked back. As weird as it was, neither of us even considered my taking her home to sleep.

  “Well, well, it’s the life or death acting job girl.”

  “Easie,” my gorgeous girl said with the raise of a brow. Tammy could stir the shit all she wanted. Easie had no plans of eating it.

  “Right. I’m Tammy.”

  “I know.”

  They stared at one another for several seconds—assessing—before Easie spoke again.

  “Listen, it’s nice to meet you and everything. You know, formally.” Tammy raised her own brows, waiting for the turn. “But don’t ever put your lips on Anderson’s again.”

  And there it was.

  “Hasn’t he told you, honey?” Tammy asked lightly. “All of my parts are man-made. I don’t think he’s into it.”

  “Are you kidding?” Easie scoffed, gesturing up and down the line of Tammy’s body dramatically. “Have you seen yourself? Have you seen fucking Caitlyn Jenner? You both have better boobs than I do!”

  At that point, I couldn’t help but pipe in. I lifted one finger in the air to get her attention. When she looked at me, I only said one, very pointed word. “False.”

  Tammy scoffed, but with one steely look from me, moved on from what might have turned into an unnecessarily heated debate about gender politics.

  Ugh. There was a reason I only liked to deal with one girl at a time.

  “What are you to up to today?” Tammy asked, leading the conversation in another overly helpful direction.

  “We actually haven’t had a chance to talk about it yet,” I said tightly, having wanted to talk to Easie about it before I had to deal with Tammy’s judgements.

  Easie jumped onto a stool at the counter, seemingly oblivious to the tension between me and the other woman.

  She shrugged. Reached across the counter and popped a piece of my broccoli into her mouth. “I’d say we’re going to a drugstore for sure.”

  I nearly choked on my to
ngue, coughing and sputtering into my arm to avoid spitting all over my food.

  “You okay, Anderson?” she teased, leaning into her shoulder coyly. The material of my shirt dropped off to reveal it, the neck hole far bigger on her tiny frame than it was on me.

  Looking her directly in the eye, I told her the truth. “Better than, Easie.”

  Her answering smile was dazzling.

  “Besides the drugstore,” I said, watching as Easie got up off her stool, walked around the counter, and poured herself coffee. She was making herself at home, and I loved it. “I thought I’d see if you wanted to go surfing with me.”

  Tammy shook her head, got up from her stool, and went back to her bedroom. I did my best to ignore her.

  Easie set the pot back on the heater and turned excitedly to me. “Really?!”

  I liked her reaction better.

  “Yeah,” I agreed. “I figured maybe I could teach you a little if you wanted. If not, you can sit in the sand and tan.”

  “Definitely the learning. I know I don’t come across as much of a doer, but trust me, I’m very competitive.”

  “Well,” I laughed. “I can’t wait to see you kick my ass then.”

  “Kicking of the ass today, kissing of the ass tonight,” she winked, throwing her unoccupied arm up and around my neck.

  “Now that’s a deal.” Leaning forward slowly, I sealed my lips to hers, getting lost in her and the moment and loving the satisfying feel of it.

  Maybe I could have everything after all.

  After dropping by her apartment to let her change into a bathing suit, Easie’s pragmatic side made an appearance and suggested we go to the drugstore then, while we were both in our right minds.

  Not one to argue with a good suggestion (read: demand), I stopped, ran in and got condoms while she bought cigarettes (a fact I worked really hard to ignore), and now we had finally arrived at Manhattan Beach to do some surfing.

  Easie’s excitement practically poured out of her, but she didn’t fidget. Instead she channeled it into the mutilation of her lower lip and the subsequent destruction of my self-control.

  Leaning across my shifter, I smoothed my hand up her bare thigh and put my lips to hers, tugging the bottom one free of her teeth with a nip of mine.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered there, licking the inside perimeter of her lips when she gasped them into a small “o” shape.

  “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be. You can’t help how sexy you are.”

  She twisted her face into an ugly smile like she’d done to me once before. And it was unattractive, trust me, but it was meant to be.

  “How am I now?” she teased, fluffing her hair while her bulging eye twitched.

  “Slightly less sexy,” I admitted tactfully, feeling my grin all the way in my hair follicles.

  “Good. Mood ruined. Let’s go surf!” she cheered, jumping out of the truck and leaving me behind with a semi-hard cock and a smile on my face.

  I really wasn’t sure how she managed to leave me unsatisfied and happy simultaneously, but I was sure that she was the only one who could.

  Turning from the empty space she left behind to my door, I climbed out and slammed it shut, and then walked the few steps to the back to get my board out. Never having included anyone else in anything that had to do with Evan, I only had the one, but I was kind of looking forward to spending all of my time trying to help her catch a wave.

  For as long as she lasted anyway. I had a sneaking suspicion she didn’t have a clue what kind of a workout she was in for.

  Calling out, I aimed to stop her overly eager romp down the expanse of sand before the ocean. We had one more errand to run, right across the street, before she’d be ready.

  “Whoa there, Easie!”

  Her head jerked up and her petite feet pattered to a quick stop.

  “What?” she asked back, her hands jumping to her hips with a strong show of attitude.

  Jogging to get closer to her, I stopped only two feet away. “The water temperature here is about sixty-three degrees.”

  “Yeah?” she replied with a cute tilt of her defiant head. “And?”

  “And comfortable water temperature is a good ten plus degrees north of that. You spend thirty minutes in that water with no wetsuit and you’ll freeze your very attractive nipples right off.”

  “Ow.” Her arms came up and crossed on her chest in a defensive reflex.

  “Yeah. I’m not real fond of that idea either.” I chuckled. Stared longingly at her attractively ample chest.

  She mocked my chuckle with a fake one of her own. “I’m guessing you have an actual other option for me? A solution to this problem? Because if you don’t, I might have to junk punch you. Hard.”

  “No junk punching necessary,” I assured her, surreptitiously placing one hand in front of it, just in case. “Only junk love.”

  She shook her head, a smirk forming at the corners of her mouth and squishing up the line of her nose. I could feel my smile grow in response.

  “Come on,” I prompted. “There’s a shop right across the street where we can grab you a suit and save your nipples.”

  “I think you just like saying the word ‘nipples’,” she accused accurately.

  “It’s not bad,” I admitted through a chuckle, adding a remark that earned me a dainty slap shortly after. “It’s not as good as touching them.”

  The sharp sting of her fingertips on the bare skin of my arm did nothing to deter me. “Of course, that lacks in appeal compared to tasting.”

  She shook her head. “Are all men this unashamedly lecherous?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m surprised I don’t find every last one of you humping a pillow like those little horny dogs every time I enter a room.”

  “Ha! Pillows lack a little bit in the warmth and moisture department.”

  “Gross.”

  “You brought it up,” I pointed out, putting my hand to the small of her back to guide her back across the semi-busy street.

  “You’re right. I just underestimated your ability to pick up the ball and run with it.”

  “I’m very athletic,” I teased as we stepped onto the curb in front of Rip Curl.

  Easie glanced into the window, and in one quick instant, all of her joviality fled. “Anderson, I can’t afford—”

  “I’m buying it,” I cut in.

  “No, I can’t let you.”

  The guilt was immediate and very nearly suffocating. If it weren’t for me, and my undeniable inability to let go, she wouldn’t feel the need to spend money she didn’t have.

  “Easie,” I pleaded with my eyes, hoping we weren’t going to have the same old antiquated argument that men and women had been having for years.

  She obviously wasn’t as keen to avoid it, striking back with a weighty name call of her own. “Anderson.”

  “I totally respect your attempt to pay. And I promise this isn’t the beginning of some misguided alpha attempt to control your life.”

  She raised her brows.

  “But I suggested we do this. I knew you would need one of these. I never considered making you pay for it.”

  Her mouth opened with the beginning of a word, but I talked on, making her slam it closed like a gulping fish.

  “Don’t make me waste good time and energy arguing about it.”

  She cocked a hip to the side, but I ignored it, stepping into her body and bringing my lips directly to her ear.

  “If you want to be in control, take it for yourself later, when we’re in bed and my head is between your legs.”

  Her body rolled, her hips sucking to mine like a magnet in time with her small gasp.

  Pulling back slightly, her uncharacteristically timid eyes met mine. “You’re willing to give up control then?”

  I nearly laughed. “When I’m eating you out?”

  She nodded, wide-eyed.

  Skating my lips from the bottom of her neck upward, I moved them back
to the shell of her ear and lowered my voice to a whisper. “I can’t think of a better time.”

  A shiver passed through her body, but as I pulled away, she gathered herself fairly quickly. “Okay, you sex-bargainer, you. Buy me things if you must.”

  “It’s amazing how you managed to make two very good things sound bad just now.”

  She shrugged adorably. “It’s a gift really.”

  Only when I looked away from her to the store, did I realize just how long we’d been standing out here.

  “Jesus.”

  “What?” she reacted, jumping and turning to look where I was looking.

  Two beefy hands formed a cone around a pair of beady eyes, and the set of them all was pressed firmly against the glass window.

  “Jimmy,” I told Easie, pushing her toward the door and pulling it open.

  Jimmy was the owner of Rip Curl, and I’d known him since the first day I came in there, lost and desperate to turn myself into the surfer Evan dreamed of. But even he didn’t know the reason behind my desperation, the factor behind my seemingly endless drive and determination.

  Nearly no one did.

  “Anderson!” Jimmy greeted as the bell rang over the door.

  “Hey, Jimmy.”

  “And who is this lovely lady?” he asked, shuffling his sandaled feet directly over to her and grabbing one of her hands between both of his.

  Jimmy’s skin was tan and worn with both age and abuse, and his clothes hung shapelessly from his relatively svelte body. An active lifestyle kept him moving better than any other eighty year old man I knew. His hair was completely gray and shaggy with inattention, and the bearded line of his jaw matched it to a T.

  And, like every other old man I’d ever known, he was a charmer with the young ladies.

  “I’m Easie,” she introduced herself, smiling at Jimmy’s disheveled appearance in a fond way that she never would have if he were twenty years younger.

  “Oh,” Jimmy cooed. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a prettier woman.” Leaning in and speaking conspiratorially, he whispered and jerked a hand in my direction. “Are you sure you want to be hanging out with this guy?”

 

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