Page 6 of Bred Winner

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Alora comes out of the front door of her townhouse as soon as I pull into the parking lot.

“Hey, babe. I would’ve come to your door.” I jump out of the driver’s seat and rush around to the passenger side of my car before she gets there.

She places her palm flat on my chest and gives me a forced smile. “I know, but I’m so nervous. Part of me considered dragging you through my front door and having my way with you.”

“Oh, really?” I chuckle and flash her a taunting grin.

“Yeah.” She bites her lip. “Maybe we should just get it over with?”

“Oh, that’s sexy.” I place a chaste kiss against her forehead and close the passenger door after she takes her seat. “Turns me all kinds of on.”

That makes her snort, a playful tilt to her lips. “You’re a guy. Do you need foreplay?”

Taking my place behind the wheel, I pull out of the parking lot. “I like foreplay, babe. I like kissing, and touching, and licking, and sucking…”

She shifts in her seat, letting me know she’s not unaffected by my words, and suddenly I’m a lot more confident about tonight. I know how to do this. Flirting and seducing women is what I do.

“Where are we going?”

“Put-Put Palace.”

“Really? I love that place!” Alora grins from ear to ear.

“I know, babe. That’s why we’re going there. So we can have fun, flirt, and date like normal people.”

“Can we have soft pretzels with extra cheese sauce?”

“Absolutely.” I place my hand high on her thigh, something I’ve wanted to do for years. “We can eat whatever you want.”

“Oh, Tristan Marsh, eating junk food for little old me?” She giggles.

“I’d do anything for you, babe.”

She says nothing, wrapping her fingers around mine and bringing my hand even higher up her thigh.

Forty minutes later, we’re on the fourth hole behind a group of teenage boys. One boy in particular keeps looking back and making eyes at Alora, who pretends not to notice. He hangs back when it’s our turn, waiting for her to make her first shot through the clown mouth and into the cup on the other side.

“Nice job, queen.” He tilts his chin.

Alora suppresses a giggle as she walks his way. “Why, thank you.”

“Is that your man?” I hear him ask.

I shake my head, trying to hide my smile, and take my shot.

“Oh, yes. We’ve been together for fifteen years.”

“Fifteen?” The boy, who can’t be over fourteen, exclaims. “Did y’all meet when you were in pre-school?”

“College, actually.”

“Damn, goddess. I know black don’t crack, but no way you’re in your mid-thirties.”

“But I am.” She picks up her ball and takes a step back.

I walk up and give him a nod of respect. “You’ve got good game, kid, and excellent taste in women, but you need to work on your targeting. Try girls your own age.”

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