Page 7 of Bred Winner

“I like older women.” He looks me up and down. “I’d ask why she’s with you, but I guess you’re alright.”

I chuckle. “Thanks.”

“Terrell. Where you at?” his friends call to him.

“Well, I had to take my shot, you know? Have a nice night, my queen.” He runs off, leaving us laughing.

“You claimed me as yours… how did it feel?” I interlace my fingers with hers as we stroll slowly toward the next hole.

“Claiming you was never the problem—”

“—choosing between us was.” I finish for her. “And the fact none of us fit the perfect man image you had in your head, but you know, Oak made a comment earlier that I think it important.”

“What’s that?”

“We—me, Coen, and Oak—we are CEOs of our own company. It might not be some billion-dollar company with twenty-story office buildings where we wear suits, but we are the CEO, CFO, and COO of Mindful Body & Soulful Living Wellness Center.”

“That’s an excellent point.” She stops at a bench between holes four and five and sits down, pulling me down beside her. “Do you remember the first time we went mini-golfing?”

“Of course. The four of us started the day at the driving range and then played the back nine. It was your first time, and by hole twelve, you were over it.”

She chuckles. “I was so bad. Every ball went so far to the left, I almost took out some other golfers.”

“You were pretty sour by the time we got home. So, I snuck you out that night, and we played glow golf at Mike’s Arcade and drank copious amounts of Hurricanes.”

“That was also the first time we made out.”

“Yeah, I remember that, too.”

Alora takes my hand and crawls into my lap. She throws her arms around my neck and rubs the tip of her nose against mine. “Is that why we’re here tonight?”

“Maybe.” I kiss the corner of her mouth and then the other corner, sliding one hand over her hip, the other between her knees. “It was a good night.”

She trails her finger down my face, starting at my brow, tracing the ridge of my nose and down my chin before pressing her lips to mine. I bring my hand up from her knees and cup her face, tilting my head and deepening our kiss, sliding my tongue inside her mouth. Within seconds, we’re making out like horny teenagers, and I half expect the kid from earlier to come running up to talk smack about my technique.

Alora moans when my fingers dig into her hip and slide up her side to brush my thumb along the underside of her breast. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Let’s go.”

Seven minutes later, she’s got her hand between my thighs, her mouth on my neck, nibbling along my jaw, as I do everything within my power to not run us off the road. We pull into her parking lot, and I throw the car in park, shutting down the engine and pulling her across the console into my lap. I claim her lips in a way I’ve never claimed a woman’s mouth before. Although we’ve kissed and snuggled and even made out a couple times in our lives, I’ve always been somewhat controlled, knowing we could only go so far.

Not tonight.

Tonight, there is nothing holding either of us back, and I want to lay her out and worship every inch of her body like the queen she is.

Hey. That kid was right. She is a queen. My queen.

“You ready to go inside, babe?”

“Yeah.” She strokes my face and licks along my bottom lip.

I’ve been to Alora’s place many times. We’ve hung out and watched movies, celebrated Thanksgiving, Christmas, and birthdays—all of it. So it takes nothing for me to pick her up and cradle her in my arms as soon as she unlocks the door. I carry her through the house to her bedroom, tossing her on the bed and covering her with my body before either of us can think twice about what we’re about to do.

She tears at my T-shirt until I lean back and pull it off.

“Sweet Mary, your body is amazing,” she hisses and trails her fingers over my six-pack.

“Feel free to explore me, babe.” I kick off my shoes and unbutton my jeans before pulling her blouse free and over her head. Alora might be tiny compared to us, but she’s perfectly curvy, with large breasts on her otherwise petite frame.

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