Page 259 of Property of Whiskey

“Then quit admiring the view.”

“Can do both.”

I drag those ridiculous wrestling shorts down just far enough to expose her ass, panties coming with them.

Twila bends farther over the mats.

I have to grip the edge of the shelving for one second so I don’t lose my fucking mind.

“You wear these shorts around other men.”

“Here we go.”

“Just establishing facts.”

“You survived Rhett.”

“Barely.”

“Want a medal?”

“Want something else.”

I smack her ass.

Not hard.

Enough to make her look back.

“Whiskey.”

“Too much?”

Her mouth curves.

“Not even close.”

Fuck me.

I reach into the inside pocket of my cut and pull out a condom.

Twila looks back again. “You started carrying extras?”

“Blonde problem.”

“Asshole.”

I tear the wrapper open and roll it on. Then I step behind her and run one hand between her thighs.

Still wet.

Wetter.

“You ready?”

“You really asking after I had your dick in my mouth?”

“Yeah.”