Pretty in Kink by Titania Ladley Read Free Book Online Page B

leather
gyrating to the music. No, wait. Scratch the “in” leather part. The women were
topless and swinging their leather halter-tops over their heads. They poured
beer over breasts and licked each other clean. Britt’s face warmed. Her pulse
sped up, and though she knew she gawked, she couldn’t take her gaze from the
wild scene.
    “Can’t make up your mind between the toys and the topless
women?” Diego asked nonchalantly as he guided her to a picnic table set in front
of some sort of blow-up boxing ring. With…with several men dumping buckets of Jell-O in it?
    She rubbed her lips together to help close her gaping mouth
and glanced back at him. “N-no. Sorry. It’s just all so…so interesting, I can’t
seem to quit staring.”
    He tossed her backpack on the bench, pinched her chin and
tilted her face up, forcing her to look deep into his eyes. A pleasant shiver
raced up her spine. “Hey, no reason to be sorry. I understand it’s not your
usual scene. We can go if you’d like.”
    “Oh no. No.” She shook her head. “I-I didn’t mean it that
way. I’ve just never been to a party like this before, but I’m enjoying it so
far. In fact, I’m glad you brought me.”
    “Really?” He grinned and rubbed his thumb over her bottom
lip. She had an urge to bite it, to suck it inside her mouth, but she resisted.
    “Really.”
    He kissed her, right there in front of everyone. The gentle
brush of his lips sucked the strength out of her, made her eyelids flutter and
her knees go weak. Why was it that her knees always seemed to be affected by
everything he did?
    “Be right back,” he said with a click of his tongue and a
wink that made her dizzy with giddiness.
    She gripped the table and lowered herself to the bench. Wow.
What that man could do to her with so little effort. She toyed with her long
ponytail and tried to catch her breath without appearing as if she were some
infatuated, drooling teenager.
    He took a few steps to a nearby vendor trailer, sauntered
back to her with a huge plate of powdered-sugar-coated funnel cake.
    “Breakfast,” he announced with a devastating grin that made
her heart do a flip in her chest.
    He sat next to her. She caught the pleasant aroma of soap
and leather entwined with smoke. Nice.
    She took a long draught of the cocktail, then picked at the
warm cake. The sweet, doughy sensation of it melted in her mouth. Not her usual
diet, and she’d never had a drink this early in the morning before, but the
cake tasted heavenly and the cocktail went down smooth and strong. The heat of
the morning sun beat down on her back while the cool, potent mixture slid down
her throat and quenched her thirst. She took several more gulps and sighed when
the first traces of alcohol hit her system.
    Britt’s gaze met his. Warmth and amusement twinkled in his
eyes and gave her a sense of safety and a sudden charge of excitement. “Sorry
about, you know, all the open gawking. I probably look like a kid who just
found her parents’ stash of porn movies, don’t I?”
    Diego popped a wad of cake in his mouth, licked his fingers.
He cupped her jaw and traced her cheek with his moist thumb. “No, it’s fine. Ya
know, here—and anywhere with me—you can let go, explore, ask questions, give
things a try if you want. Let loose. I won’t get pissed.”
    Let loose.
    “Yes, yes. Sure, I know.” Her gaze wandered around the
perimeter, noting all the RVs and pop-up campers lining the fence, then over to
the topless women again. They were dirty dancing with each other, licking hard
nipples and kneading breasts, shoving their hands down each other’s cutoff, skimpy
Levi’s shorts. The fact that they didn’t care who saw them made Britt smile and
her pussy warm. She’d always had a secret fantasy of making love to a woman,
but she’d never told anyone—oh my lord, no—and she’d never pursued it
for sure.
    And yet the fantasy played out right here in front of her,
the real thing. And no one seemed