Society Girls: Sierra by Crystal Perkins Read Free Book Online Page A

please don’t talk like them.”
    “Oh. I didn’t realize I was. How about I
play with your cock and balls later? Sorry, but I don’t know other
words for your balls.”
    “You are too fucking adorable.”
    “And sexy?”
    “Mais sexy.”
    “Yay. What are you making for dinner, by the
way?”
    I’ve seen him take rice, beans, and a few
different meats from the bags, tossing them into various pans with
spices he’s also brought with him. It smells delicious already, but
I have no clue what it is.
    “Baião de dois. It’s a common dish in
Brazil. I wanted to make you feijoada, but it’s best if the meat
marinates for 24 hours, so I didn’t have the time. I’ll make it for
you another night.”
    “Sim, por favor!”
    “You don’t even know what it is,” he tells
me with another laugh.
    “But it means you’ll be coming back here,” I
say, softly.
    “I thought that was a given. You are my
girlfriend now.”
    “Um de muitos?”
    “No, not many. One of few.”
    “Oh.”
    “Now I believe it’s my turn to ask the
questions.”
    “Okay,” I tell him in a shaky voice.
    Shit. I’m probably going to
suck at this, not get any kisses, and maybe not even get to
suck him . At least
the food will be good.
     
    * * *
     
    Joel
     
    I know Sierra’s nervous about understanding
the questions I’ll be asking, so I start with some easy ones. Just
to throw her off balance, of course. Making this easy for her won’t
help her master the language, and we both know it.
    “Qual o seu nome?”
    “Sierra,” she says, rolling her eyes, and
leaning up for her kiss.
    “De onde você é?”
    “Seattle.” Kiss.
    “Quantos anos tem?”
    “Twenty-four. Você?” Two kisses.
    “Same. Com que sonha?”
    “What do I…dream of?”
    “Sim.”
    “You.” A very long
kiss.
    I swallow hard, and continue. “Quer
crianças?”
    “Children?” I nod. “Yes, I want them. Not
now, but one day.” Kiss.
    “Qual é a sua posição favorita?”
    “Umm…I have no clue what you just asked
me.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “It’s about my favorite something.”
    “It is.”
    I see her thinking hard, and then her blush
is back. “Joel.”
    “What? I’m a guy who wants to please his
girl.”
    “Fine. My favorite position is whichever one
you put me in.”
    Luckily, dinner is done, because that answer
deserves more than just a simple peck, or even a little tongue. I
step between her legs, and then wrap them around my hips. My hands
are in her hair, and when hers don’t automatically go to mine, I
lift them there, urging her to pull at the longs strands on top.
Once I’ve had enough of her taste to leave me temporarily sated. I
move out her arms, and start plating our dinner.
    “You liked me pulling your hair, didn’t
you?”
    “Eu queria que você me fizesse um
cafuné.”
    “I think that means you liked it.”
    “I said that I wanted you to run your
fingers through my hair. I’ve wanted that for some time now.”
    “You do have pretty hair.”
    “Pretty? Foda-me.”
    “Well, I’d like to fuck you. But yes, your
hair is silky soft, and smells nice. So it’s pretty.”
    “Please, on all that is holy, don’t ever say
that in front of anyone else.”
    “Hmm. You did make me a delicious
smelling dinner, and I’ve gotten some yummy kisses while practicing
my Portuguese, so I guess I can keep this between us.”
    “Thank you, Kitten.”
    “You’ve never called me that in English
before,” I tell him with a smile.
    “You inspire me to do lots of things I’ve
never done before.”
    “Good.”
    “Yeah. It really is.”
    Dinner is pretty delicious, if I do say so
myself. I can’t help worrying about what’s going to happen after,
though. Like I told Miles, I’ve done batting simulations with my
physical therapist, and my rotation is supposedly back to normal.
Tonight, I’ll be picking up an actual bat for the first time since
I inflamed my rotator cuff. I know it could’ve been a lot worse. If
I’d torn the