Page 77 of Lady Luck

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VINH

The first time I laid eyes on Bree Faust, my feet had cemented to the ground and my heart slowed its rhythm.

I watched and waited with no real intention of approaching her. If it hadn’t been for Barbara Ann Copeland’s interruption, I may eventually have turned to stone right there and become another one of Fortuna’s many statues.

This experience was in exact counterpoint.

I’d walked into the houseboat, homing in like a precision missile on Bree’s sprawled form on my bed, the full expanse of her legs on display.

My feet had moved without explicit instructions, my heart racing out of my chest, desperate to reach her.

All my intentions had involved approaching her.

I now knew nothing but joy as I took in the nirvana between her thighs—which I’d already become extremely attached to—and leaned forward, inhaling deeply.

My mouth watered. I hadn’t even tasted her yet, and I knew I’d been right about one thing.

It was bliss.

I licked up the length of her pussy, purposefully stopping right before I reached her clit. She slapped the bed in outrage, and I smiled against her skin at her dramatics. I reversed direction, blowing air back over the path I’d licked, relishing her body’s reactions and every one of her gasps and cries along the way. I glanced up, disregarding the discomfort in my knees from my kneeling position on the floor, and double-checked that her injured ankle was still resting comfortably.

I wouldn’t torture her too much longer.

I nuzzled against her inner thigh, more than content to stay there forever.

As if hearing the thought, Bree gasped in warning, “Vinh, I swear….”

Smiling to myself, I planted a trail of sucking kisses and licks from her thigh all the way to her center. She tried to lift her knee up, but I was ready, my hand poised. Using just enough pressure to make my intentions clear, I pushed her knee back down, keeping her open for me, and speared my tongue into her pussy, my eyes squeezing shut as a moan of pleasure escaped my throat at the taste, the sensation.

More sounds that I didn’t think I’d ever made before were ripped from my throat as I explored her while her own joined mine in a duet that grew even louder when her body arched off the bed, pushing her gorgeous breasts into the air. Taking the invitation, I removed my tongue from her pussy and wet my fingers with her arousal before snaking that same hand up her stomach to where my shirt bunched below her breasts. I marveled at the beautiful patches of freckled skin along the way and tugged her—my—shirt up further, exposing her breasts to the cool air. My mouth went dry at the sight even as my cock hardened impossibly further at the freckles I found there too.

Best discoveries of my life.

Trying my best to stay on task, I took her breast in my hand, delicately at first, before playing with the amount of pressure I used until her gasps went from pleasured to ragged. Using my slickened fingers, I rubbed tight circles over her nipples, alternating between them.

“Ohshit,” Bree rasped on an inhale, the pitch of her voice rising at the end and signaling that this was our moment. Lowering my head again, I laid a kiss on the top of her pussy before taking her clit into my mouth and sucking hard.

Bree’s body nearly levitated off the bed as she came on a muffled cry, and it actually took some muscle to keep her right leg pinned down as I lapped at her opening, determined to catch every drop of her release.

Her leg muscles began to quiver, so I relinquished my hold on her knee and sat back on my heels, licking my lips to chase the taste of her. I straightened her leg, no good option but to let it dangle off the bed. Then I sat up, wincing as I adjusted myself in my pants before massaging any aches out of her leg and giving her a moment to recover.

Three sharp knocks on the boat’s door had us both jumping, and before I could process anything, I had my hands under Bree’s armpits to shuck her up the bed before throwing my quilt over her mostly naked body.

“Vinh!” the muffled voice shouted, accompanied by two more raps at the door. “I’m sorry, bro, but you’re not answering your phone!”

I groaned and partially collapsed on top of Bree, mindful of her ankle as I cursed both the layers between us and my brother’s spectacularly horrible timing.

“Can Liem see through doors?” Bree’s muffled whisper had me pulling back so I could see her, my heart singing at the view. The quilt was pulled all the way up to her eyes, which were sparkling with mischief.

“Possibly,” I answered wryly. “Didn’t seem worth the risk.”

I pulled the quilt down below her chin so I could enjoy the full effect of her answering giggle, the sound such a perfect tonic for my annoyance that Liem’s next knocks barely registered.

“You said that if you wanted to make it home in time, you needed to leave now. This is your last call!”

He sounded agitated, but before I could wonder about it, Bree’s demeanor changed, her body going stiff beneath mine and her carefree giggling coming to an abrupt halt. She scooted backward and sat up, dragging the quilt with her. Taking the hint, I moved back to give her space, frowning at the distance between us as I went.

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