Page 17 of Mountain Daddy
I watch, mouth going dry, as he lifts the lime to his mouth and bites down on it.
My eyes dart back to the bar, to the third shot glass holding two lime wedges.
He didn’t need to take mine.
Even if there weren’t new ones, he could’ve taken a drink of his beer as a chaser.
But he chose my lime.
He discards the rind back on the napkin, then picks up one of the fresh wedges and hands it to me. Proving he knew it was an option.
I take it, our fingertips brushing.
Someone shouts from the kitchen.
“Our dinner is ready,” Luther states, then he nods to my shot.
Chapter 8
Luther
Watching Kendra lickthe salt off her shot glass a second time might send me into cardiac arrest. But we all got to die somehow. And death by Brat is okay with me.
Her eyes close as she tips the liquor into her mouth.
My gaze trails down to watch her throat work on a swallow.
If I get to touch her tonight, I don’t think I’ll be able to have her lips anywhere near my length without embarrassing myself.
But maybe she’s staying more than one night.
Hopefully.
Because this girl sucking my cock sounds like a great plan for tomorrow.
But I won’t get ahead of myself.
One moment at a time with my Kendra Doll.
When she lowers the shot glass, I take it out of her hand, letting my fingers graze hers again.
She doesn’t pull away, and she holds my gaze as she lifts the lime and presses it between her lips.
I’m fifty-six. I’ve been around the block.
I’m… experienced.
But in all my years, I’ve never felt an attraction as instant as this.
It’s thick.
Heavy.
Electric.
And I know I’m not alone in feeling it.
Kendra lowers her lime wedge.
