Page 13 of Mountain Daddy

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I try to fight the shiver, but it’s impossible.

Goose bumps break out up and down my arms.

His fingertips skim against my palm.

My nipples harden.

Then the contact is broken.

My lips part, and I fill my lungs.

This man, Luther, had me holding my breath.

“Grab your shot, Doll,” Luther tells me as he reaches for his own.

I feel like I’m already drunk, but I do as I’m told and pick up the shot glass.

Salt rims the edge, and a lime wedge sticks out of the beer bottle.

I pluck the lime out of the bottle, and Luther does the same.

He holds his glass out. “Salud.”

I raise my glass with a smirk. “Cheers.”

Then I lick the rim.

There’s no way to avoid it.

It’s part of the drink.

But the act feels lewd. Pornographic. And I accept that my blush is going to be permanent tonight.

I can’t take it.

I know literally nothing about this man, but the tension between us is so thick it’s hard to inhale.

I press the glass to my lips and tip it back.

The tequila is smooth, but it still burns a path down my throat.

As I swallow, I pull the glass away from my mouth and replace it with the lime.

Luther leans forward. Toward me. Like he can’t help himself.

Chapter 6

Luther

Her pink lipsclose around the piece of fruit, and my dick fucking twitches.

Kendra closes her eyes as she sucks the juice out of the lime.

I nearly groan.

But instead of fisting her hair and dragging her to me, like I want to, I quickly lick the salt, then slam my shot.

When her eyes reopen, I’m biting into my lime.

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