Synopsis
I can't stand a BRO'. You know the type. Rich, hot, tan, full
of himself. Well, I've got one under my skin and he's driving me insane. The
worst part is, he knows it.
Clayton
Westfield isn't my friend or even just a classmate. He's something even more
annoying. My mother Dana works for the Westfield's and we live in their house.
Well, above the garage really. Clayton is just a few years older so I've known
him all my life. We even went to the same private school.
He's rich, he's
loud, he's full of himself. He's a BRO' in the worst sense of the word.
And I can't take
my eyes off of him. He knows it too. He has a lot of fun posing for me by the
pool, half naked or worse. But the jokes on him because after freshman year of
college, I finally grew boobs.
Now it's summer
and he's the one who can't keep his eyes off of me.
Turn about is
fair play, doncha think?
Excerpt:
His hands were on my hips, dragging
me against his body. His lips found mine. I opened my mouth for air- out of
surprise- and his tongue swooped inside my mouth.
He leaned over me, molding his body
against mine. His hand slipped down, yanking my thigh up to his waist. Then he
maneuvered himself between my legs so that I could feel him.
Oh God.
Clay was hard.
Really, really hard.
I heard a soft, needy whimpering
sound and realized it was coming from me. My hands were all over his chest,
shoulders and arms. I’d waited a long time to touch him, and even though I knew
it was a bad idea, I couldn’t seem to help myself.
“Jesus Nev, you feel good.”
He came up for air and was staring
down at me. He looked perplexed, hungry and very very horny. For me. I knew it
was for me.
He dipped down a little and scooped
his hips up, circling his cock against me. I felt him slide the skirt of my
maids uniform upwards and grind himself into my panties. His fingers traced the
edge of them.
“I can’t believe I am finding Grannie
Panties this fucking hot. Promise me you’ll never wear a thong Nev. I’m not
sure I would survive it.”
He kissed me again, his tongue
swirling into my mouth. He had one hand on my ass, holding me in place so he
could work himself against me. His other hand was moving restlessly upwards
until it closed over my breast.
We moaned in unison at the contact.
Then he pulled away a little bit and
reached down.
He was sliding my panties down.
That’s when it hit me. Clayton
Westfield was trying to fuck me in the servants pantry. He was going to try and
fuck me. Here.
Oh hell NO.
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Author Bio:
Joanna Blake loves good
old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot
Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and
the women who love them. She's thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion
Press on her new series! Come along for the ride!
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