Firecracker Gone Astray - Firecracker #2 (Erotic Romance) by Megan Flint Read Free Book Online

but that was her business. It would not to be dictated to her by a body-obsessed peroxide-blonde used to getting her way.
    “He fell apart after you dumped him,” Vanessa countered, “I put him back together. He’s mine now. And I have more in common with Erik than you do. We don’t just share a business together, we think the same way. We have the same uncompromising discipline. All you can offer him that I can’t is a spacious cunt. I can already guess at how it got that way!”
    Okay, she deserved that. Still, Vanessa could throw all the stones she liked. Trixie was immune to them, but she wouldn’t be kind now. She menaced towards Vanessa, who reflexively stepped back.
    “You’d be surprised how much that means to a man like Erik. Do you have any idea what he really needs? He walks on eggshells around a woman’s body. I’m guessing that’s your fault. He wasn’t like that when I knew him. He could cut loose and really enjoy himself. I managed to undo all of your damage in one afternoon, and I did it all with my spacious cunt .”
    “He… cuts loose with me,” Vanessa said, not really knowing what she was talking about. Trixie put the lie to her statement.
    ”If you weren’t so obsessed with having such a tight snatch, you’d be surprised what a little juice means to a man like him.”
    Trixie was a Harridan, and more than just in family name, especially when provoked. Vanessa was stunned. Trixie went in for the kill.
    “Yes, I did discard Erik, but I’m also big enough to admit when I made a mistake, to his face . My apology was well received. Very well received in fact. A little softness can make a world of difference to a hard man like him. Let’s just say that he was most forthcoming . Does the discipline you and Erik share keep him warm at night? Does it help him relax when he’s tired? How about when you do spread that tight little package for him? Do you at least welcome his come on your body when he can’t fit inside you?”
    She assumed that Vanessa was the kind of girl who didn’t celebrate sex, or the mess that it made. More often than not, discipline meant uptight. Vanessa was predictably stymied by her rhetorical questions.
    Vanessa’s face turned red with anger. “I do all of that and more. And I can do it better than you can!”
    Trixie was fed up with this woman. She needed to defuse the situation before Vanessa started swinging. Underneath it all, she seemed like the brawling type.
    “Okay Vanessa, prove it, tomorrow , assuming you actually do the work with everybody else instead of just barking orders at them. Until then, I think you should leave.”
    “Gladly.”
    Trixie opened the door of her suite and found the two fitness bitches from class, standing there like deer in headlights, eavesdropping.
    Trixie turned back to Vanessa. “Your entourage? Why am I not surprised.”
    Vanessa stormed out of the suite. The women parted to make way for her exit, shot ineffectually dirty looks at Trixie, and then quickly followed behind their alpha female. Trixie couldn’t help but laugh before closing the door on them all. When would people realize that she wasn’t cowed by juvenile behavior in adult women? Maybe they had a clue now, but as Vanessa had said, she wasn’t getting her hopes up .  

6. Ground Zero
    Trixie went to bed early and got a good night’s rest. The boot camp started early and there would be a wake up call whether it was desired or not. She wanted to be ready before that knock came in case it was Vanessa again.
    It wasn’t. Trixie opened the door to find a shirtless Erik standing there in all of his monumental splendor. If she invited him inside, he’d have to duck through the doorway, which was an instant turn on for Trixie. She wanted to pull him down on top of her and take their time with each other , but that wasn’t possible. He was the master of ceremonies so to speak.
    “You look ready to go,” Erik said smiling.
    “Just give me a second and I will