Taunting Lips (A Teasing Hands Accompaniment) by Elena M. Reyes Read Free Book Online Page A

dribbled down the court and manhandled the other players.
    They didn’t have an answer for the kind of skills she brought to the court.  Watching her, all sweaty and grunting while she made her plays, was orgasm worthy. Spectacular.
    There weren’t any noises coming from within the home; as a matter of fact, had I not seen her car parked in the driveway, I’d say no one was home. I pushed the doorbell and adjusted my cock while I waited. Couldn’t help myself, knowing she was close—that her small, tight body was a few steps away affected me.
    Just as I’d positioned myself, the door swung open and my smile faded. It wasn’t my girl, but I knew just who she was and also knew she didn’t like me with Amanda. Courtney warned me, told me all about how she managed to lie and manipulate the events that led my gatita to my table.
    “What’re you doing here?” she asked snidely, nose turned up and body blocking the entryway from view. Funny, she turned her bullshit society pre-conceived notions on me, yet my family could run circles around hers when it came to money.
    “Tell Amanda I’m here.” There was no point in faking niceties with her. She hated the threat I posed to her ultimate Hunter and Amanda fantasies.
    “Leave my property.” Her hand went to her hip while she glared me down with so much animosity a lesser man would have crumbled. As I said, the lady was amusing. Maybe I should’ve tried to win her over, but everything I knew about her told me it would have been a total waste of time.
    “No.” An annoyed chuckle passed my lips as I raised my hand to push the doorbell button again.
    She huffed and shoved her manicured finger into my chest. “You should find someone your own age, and leave my little girl alone.” Venom coated each word. My mouth opened, the retort sitting on my lips, but before I could utter a single syllable, my reason for everything appeared.
    “Mom, what the…shit!” Gorgeous. Motherfucking simply gorgeous, she stood there with wide eyes as she looked up at me. Amanda bit her lip then, and a flash of pure volcanic heat seared my veins. Fuck. “What are you doing here?”
    “He was just leaving, baby,” Mrs. Brooks interjected and made a move to close the door in my face; my hand shot out, prepared to not lose the sight of her for an instant. Her mother went to speak when my girl gave her a deadly glare of her own. So much anger and hurt inside those eyes. My chest ached, and I rubbed it with the hand holding our tickets.
    With a hand on her hip, my gatita faced her head on. “Move.”
    “Amanda!” Indignant would be the most accurate way to describe her expression.
    “Mother.” The timber of her voice held annoyance and anger. Those beautiful eyes that I loved to watch as I brought her to the greatest highs leveled her with an icy glare. “This isn’t any of your business. We've had this conversation, and you promised.”
    “That was before he…” she pointed an acrylic nail at me “…did what he did. No man breaks my daughter’s heart and gets away with it.”
    Amanda laughed hard, her fingers wiping away invisible tears. “Really?” Her mother nodded, a smug smile appearing on her face. The crazy woman looked victorious, like she’d won this argument. “Bullshit. What about Hunter?”
    The smile she wore a moment ago vanished. “He loves you, Mandi.”
    I was filled with the taste of bitter ire at her words. Hunter didn’t love anyone. All the fucker cared about was pleasing Mommy and continuing to receive a monthly stippend that maintained his lifestyle. But then again, they had a past. Would she want him back?
    For the briefest of seconds, the jealousy I felt made me nauseous, and I tasted the bile that had risen up.
    “Hunter loves himself and only worries about pleasing Mommy. Did you think me so stupid? Huh?” Mrs. Brooks shook her head, her eyes cutting my way and narrowing as her daughter spoke. “His motives aren't a secret, Mother.”
    “That