Grind

by Joanna Blake

“Job hunting.”

  I smirked.

  “In that outfit?”

  She looked down at herself and back at me.

  I pulled my sunglasses down and switched gears.

  “I think you’ve outgrown those shorts little Mouse.”

  Then I drove away. Slowly. Very slowly.

  Just so I could check out her ass in the rear view window.

  Good lord, the girl was fine. She’d stop traffic anywhere. No matter what she was wearing.

  I went into the house to change, all thoughts of texting Jen forgotten.

  A Bad Boy For Summer

  Joanna Blake

  I threw my arm over the back of the seat and looked to the side, letting my eyes slide over her body. Frannie didn’t seem to notice. Her hands were gripping the bar that had locked us into place in the Ferris wheel seat.

  I leaned back and watched her as the ride started to spin.

  She looked like a little kid, nervous and excited. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes sparkled when she turned to look at me.

  “I thought you didn’t like Ferris wheels.”

  “I don’t! I’m petrified.”

  I grinned at her.

  “I’ll protect you.”

  She laughed as if that were the wittiest thing I could have said. I laughed too, her laughter was that infectious. As soon as we got to the top of the wheel I slid over to her. Her face was startled as she looked into my eyes. My eyes lowered to her soft inviting lips.

  I leaned in and tilted my head, angling my mouth against hers.

  Her lips felt like pillows underneath mine. Warm and sweet. Her breath mingled with mine as I slowly eased into the kiss, nibbling and licking her until she opened her mouth.

  Then the kiss went wild.

  My hands reached for her hips as I pulled her against me. Her breasts mashed against my chest and I moaned, diving back into her mouth to tangle my tongue with hers.

  I felt like my dick was a fucking rocket, it was so ready to lift off.

  The next thing I knew the ride had stopped and a crowd of people were staring at us. I guess we didn’t notice. I wanted the ride to go on and on. As it was I had to hold my jacket in front of me as I climbed out.

  I glanced at Frannie. Her pretty lips were swollen and pouting. I wanted to get horizontal with her right fucking now.

  Jesus Christ, what was she doing to me?

  The girl had the moves that was for fucking sure.

  I took her hand and pulled her toward the boardwalk, desperately looking for a place to be alone with her. She smiled at me shyly. There was an innocence in her gaze that made me absolutely sure that she had no fucking clue what I had in mind.

  I had a sinking feeling that Frannie was a good girl. That her innocence might be a problem. That it might take more than a Ferris wheel ride to get into her pants. It wasn’t going to stop me from trying though.

  I knew something else too.

  I knew it without a doubt.

  This girl was going to be mine.