Yeah, I was a total teenage girl since my heart gave a little jump at the sight of her name. She sent me a photo. It took me a second to get an idea of what I was looking at. Pale skin, pink lace. Something else that was very pink. “Holy fuck,” I murmured, going instantly hard.
“What?” Duke asked, suddenly serious. “Something wrong?”
No fucking way was I letting my brother see the photo Ava had taken. Her ass was upturned and I could see the tips of her fingers as they held her thong to the side so she could share her pussy, all swollen and wet. Fuck, was that our cum still slipping from her? We’d filled her up with enough of it. Not once, not twice, but fuck… I’d lost track. Each of us had turned to her in the night, taking her over and over. And again before she left this morning.
I stepped back, shoved the phone back in my jeans pocket. “Nope, all good,” I practically growled.
Yeah, I doubted he missed the way my dick got hard, and it wasn’t from the variety of noodles in front of us.
“Welcome to the club,” Duke said.
I arched a brow. “Club?”
He slapped me on the shoulder, started walking away. “The pussy-whipped Duke boys. Remember, dinner’s at seven.”
Speaking of pussies… I had one to go track down. And spank.
6
TUCKER
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“Yes, Mr. Simms, this brand of bird feed does have black sunflower seeds.”
I heard her voice as I entered. She looked up from her spot behind the counter at the sound of the bell over the door. She flushed and cleared her throat and flipped over the bag that was between them on the counter. Good, she was flustered. Well so the fuck was I.
There was no sign that she’d been a good girl and taken two dicks all night long. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, only showing off her pretty face. I couldn’t miss the red lipstick from the across the room, which made me think of how those lips looked stretched as she’d tried to get the head of my dick past. The bright color matched the top she was wearing beneath a jean jacket. I couldn’t see her lower half behind the counter, but because of the porn pic she’d sent, I knew she had on a skirt and beneath, a pink thong. Not for long.
“It’s pretty small and hard to read,” she continued. “The ingredients say twelve percent black sunflower seeds.”
I went over to the coffee station, started a cup. I wasn’t all that thirsty, but I needed something to do with my hands so I didn’t go around the counter, pull up her skirt and spank her ass for sending me something so revealing. It was one thing to see it in person, another to have it in some kind of technology cloud where it could be used against her. Although, it wasn’t as if anyone knew it was Ava’s pussy specifically, but I couldn’t miss seeing the little mole I was very familiar with on her left butt cheek.
“Try this small bag and if the birds don’t like it, bring it back and I’ll trade it out. On me.”
I knew Mr. Simms. He was on the City Council with my mother, used to work for the railroad, but had retired at least a decade ago. He’d once brought us train whistles for Christmas. While we’d loved them, carried them around and made train noises for weeks, I had a feeling my mother hadn’t enjoyed them quite as much as t
he four of us.
Ava finished the transaction and Mr. Simms walked by. I offered my hellos and to carry the bag of seed to his car for him, but he declined. The bag was small, perhaps ten pounds, so I didn’t insist.
She made small talk as she rang up another transaction for the man who’d patiently waited for Mr. Simms to wrap up his birdseed debate. He paid cash, so it was quick. He gave me a nod of greeting on the way by, but I didn’t give him much mind. My attention was squarely on Ava.
When the bell above the entrance jingled, I knew we were alone. Thankfully, and finally. I didn’t think my dick could wait for Ava to tend to any more customers. She remained behind the counter and the way she was biting her lower lip, she showed me a side of herself I’d rarely seen. She was unsure, probably wondering if she’d done the right thing by sending me the photo.
Oh hell yes, she’d done the right thing. She trusted me enough to do something so naughty. I hadn’t even thought to check if it had been sent to Colton as well, but I’d guess yes.
“Tiger,” I said as I approached. I didn’t stop on the customer side of the counter, but went around so I stood right next to her, cupped the back of her neck and kissed her.
Yeah, that was what I’d been craving. Her mouth on mine, her taste on my tongue. Just… her.
That was my brain—and my heart—talking. My dick, well, he was in charge now.
When I finally lifted my head, her lipstick was a little smudged and her cheeks were all rosy. Yeah, that was a start.
“You’re not mad?” she asked.
“What, that you were a naughty girl and sent me a filthy photo?” I took in every inch of her. Her red top wasn’t a top as I’d thought, but a dress that stopped just above the knee. Instead of heels today, she wore a pair of black cowboy boots. “Hell, no.”