Pretty in Kink (5 page)

But did she have the nerve to initiate it? Or even be coaxed
into it?

Another swallow went down. She slammed her cup in front of
Diego. “It’s no problem. A woman needs to know where she stands with her man.
Oh, and I’ll take another tea, please.”

Herman?
Did I really just say that? Whoa, this is
one potent cocktail.

Diego picked up the cup and peered inside. He jiggled the
remainder of the melting ice. “I’ll get you a water too. At the rate you’re
going, you’ll be hung over in two hours.”

“Funny.” Britt tilted her head and made a face at him.

Glen snorted. “Did I mention the dude’s also a gentleman?
Looks after the people he cares about.”

People he cares about. Hm, she liked the sound of that. It
made her feel safe and secure.

Diego unfolded himself from the picnic bench and grumbled
something about nosy-assed friends. He headed back to the bar and Britt
couldn’t help admiring the “Diego saunter” that emphasized his nice butt and
the strain of hamstring muscles beneath worn denim.

“See the hot, topless brunette over there looking our way?”
Glen asked, his voice gruff and cryptic.

Britt couldn’t help but notice. She danced at the center of
the rowdy crowd of partiers, the most gorgeous of all the women. She could
easily be a model in one of Britt’s catalog shoots. “You mean the one who keeps
winking at you
and
me?”

Glen grinned, revealing a row of white teeth with one gold cap
over an eyetooth. Small gold loops in his earlobes glittered by the sunlight.
“Yep, that would be the one. My naughty, beautiful wife Michelle. She’s been
devouring you since you rode through the gate on Diego’s bike. If you’re
interested, they’re getting ready to start the Gelatin-Wrestling Contest. Well,
it’s not really a contest.” He gave a crooked, roguish smile. “Everyone wins
with something as hot as that. But really, she’d welcome a little play in the
Jell-O pit with you. Go get a suit on and dive in and make her day.”

She imagined herself rolling around in the pit of gelatin
with Michelle while Diego watched. Britt’s lower belly quickened and an achy
flood of heat soaked her pussy. Her panties dampened yet again. Damn. By the
time she got out of here, she’d have to change her panties several times.

Michelle was stunning—long dark hair, full lips, large
breasts, curvy hips and long legs. Britt wasn’t sure how she’d gotten those
skimpy shorts on, but she wondered what it would be like to try to get them off
Michelle.

Britt fanned her face. Whew. What was wrong with her? She’d
never been with a woman before, yet she’d rolled through the gates of this
biker rally not thirty minutes ago and now she didn’t recognize herself. She’d
become a nympho full of curiosity and ready to try anything.

Including a woman.

In front of everyone.

For Diego.

“What lies did he tell you while I was gone, babe?” Diego
asked, setting down a fresh Long Island Tea and two glasses of ice water.

“Oh, I told her she should—”

“Shh, Glen, it’s a secret,” Britt cut in.

“Ah, I see,” Glen said with a nod and a conspiratorial
snort.

She enjoyed this little interplay with Diego’s friend.
Something had evolved in her since bumping into Diego in the store. She didn’t
recognize the woman she’d become since meeting him, since arriving here, but
she basked in it nonetheless.

She wanted to let loose and see what a walk on the wild side
felt like for once in her stiff, boring life.

Doris would
so
kill her if she could see her now.
“You’re going to ruin your promising future,” she’d chide.

Britt suppressed a laugh, imagining her agent stalking
through the gate and spotting her sitting here surrounded by bikers and their
rough and rowdy party. And so early in the morning at that.

“Well I don’t see shit. What’s the hell’s up with you two?”
Diego asked.

When Britt and Glen remained silent and grinned at each
other, Diego took a long sip of his water. A single eyebrow arched wing-like,
suspicious, but not for long. He shrugged and dug a pack of cigarettes out of
his inside vest pocket. He’d swapped the leather jacket out for the vest and
stuffed it in the bike saddlebag as soon as they’d arrived.

“Mind?” he asked Britt, holding up the pack.

The band announced a break. Partiers whooped and whistled.
Motorcycles roared to life and a group of bikers revved their engines at a dirt
raceway across the field. A local hard-rock radio station blared over the
speakers, entertaining partiers in the band’s absence. Up the aisle of vendor
tents, a skimpily clad woman focused on painting the breasts of another woman,
her nipples erect, dark discs of brown. Britt dragged her gaze from the sensual
picture the two made sitting in the sun, artist and “canvas”.

“No, not at all. It’s your lungs,” she said with a cheerful
note. Britt had never dated a smoker before, but there had been something sort
of…sexy about kissing him with the vague taste of mint gum mixed with tobacco
in the kiss.

He chuckled and nodded a thanks, lit the cigarette, took a
drag and blew a smoke ring to the side, away from her face. He eyed her through
the stubborn whorls of smoke the breeze brought back. The entire gesture
screamed alpha-man hot.

In fact, it made
her
hot just watching him.

No, she didn’t mind him smoking at all.

“A secret? What’dya mean?” he asked in that raspy voice of
his.

She glanced over at the Jell-O pit. The “gelatin men”
continued to carry five-gallon buckets over to fill the vat.

Glen rose and winked at Britt. “Well, I’ll get outa your
hair and let your old lady explain that one. Welcome, Britt. Good to see you,
man,” he added, slapping Diego on the back before ambling to the bar.

Old lady?

“Shit. No telling about him. What was that all about?” Diego
asked with a groan.

Britt took a long drink of water then chased it with a sip
of the sweet, strong cocktail. “You’ll see.”

Her stomach did a few butterfly flips. What had gotten into
her? Was she going to do this? For real? Her gaze wandered over to Michelle,
who gave her a seductive smile and a wave. Britt waved back with a slight lift and
flutter of her fingers off the tabletop. It had to be Diego and the atmosphere.
She took another drink of the tea. And it had to be the wicked cocktail too.

Oh, and that shameful photo shoot with Lexi. Now
that
had to be the culprit if she had to pick one thing that had started it all.
Ever since then, she’d been in an almost constant state of arousal. Or maybe
meeting Diego had shoved her libido into overdrive? Then there was his fiery,
smoky kisses, the vibrating ride on his motorcycle and now this, all combined
to make her more horny than she’d ever been.

More than she’d ever thought possible.

And now she considered playing in a vat of Jell-O with
Diego’s friend’s wife?

“Really? You’re going to make me wait and agonize over this
‘secret’?” The late-morning sun warmed his honey-toned skin and put a sparkle
in his chocolate eyes. It made her breathless to hold his gaze with hers. She
could just imagine those eyes pinning her to the bed while he pummeled her with
his cock.

Phew.
She squirmed on the bench.

Diego took one more drag then smashed his cigarette out in a
sand-filled barrel at the end of the table. He let the smoke smolder out of his
mouth, waiting for her to answer.

She tore off a curl of funnel cake, popped it in her mouth
and rose. Her heart thumped with her boldness, but something kept pushing her
forward with the idea Glen had planted in her head. She wanted to be exciting
for Diego, different for once instead of the same ol’ boring Britt Malone.

She snatched up her backpack, her belly swirling with a
potent mixture of liquor, nerves and arousal. She downed the rest of the drink,
swallowed back a cough. “Yep. Let me hit the restroom and then as I said,
you’ll see.”

“Okay. I’ll be waiting. Impatiently.” He gave her an
intense, appraising look that melted her heart and seemed to caress her pussy.

She turned and walked toward the outdoor restroom
facilities. She heard a long whistle and knew it was Diego. His appraising look
caressed her ass too. It made her smile, feel prideful of the compliment.

Once inside the concrete brick structure, it relieved her to
find it clean, fresh-smelling—and empty. She slipped into one of the two metal
stalls, hung the backpack on a hook and dug for her bikini. She found it buried
among flips-flops, a set of clean panties, a t-shirt and socks for later.

“Damn, why did I bring this one?” she whispered as she
pulled out the neon-pink, string two-piece. Would Diego and all his friends
think she was trying to show off her body? She wasn’t sure, but a one-piece
might have been the safer route to go.

Too late. She’d already fallen in way too deep to back out
now. She’d just have to down another Long Island Tea and deal with it. She blew
out a few cleansing breaths to slow her breathing, stripped down naked and
zipped her jeans, tank, Nikes and soaked panties into the backpack. By the time
she had the suit on and her feet into flip-flops, women filtered into the
bathroom, giggling and chattering.

Great. Now I’ve got to parade out in front of them.

She took one last gulp of air and opened the stall door.

“Whoa. Baby, you look
hot
,” one bleached-blonde said
on a low whistle. Her ice-blue gaze raked Britt with open admiration.

“Thanks,” Britt said softly while her face flamed with
embarrassment. But at the same time, something about it made her crotch tingle.

A chubby redhead scoured Britt with a look of envy and
shrugged. “Nothing special in my opinion.”

The tingle extinguished between Britt’s legs.

“Oh Candy, you’re just jealous,” another blonde said,
“because she’s snagged Diego. Not to mention she’s gorgeous as all get-out.”

“Whatever.” Candy rolled her eyes and locked herself in a
stall.

A pretty brunette standing in line held out her hand and
smiled. Dimples dented her cheeks and lent her a youthful, cheery look. “Hi. Mindy
here.” She had a husky voice and a barely clad, well-proportioned body, far
from youthful.

Britt took the woman’s hand. An instant connection of warmth
and genuine welcome engulfed her. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Britt. Britt
Malone.”

Mindy sidled closer and elbowed Britt amicably. Britt caught
the heady scent of her perfume. Out of the side of Mindy’s bright-red-painted
mouth, she murmured, “Michelle, Glen’s wife, she’s got the hots for you. Why
don’t you go play with her in the gelatin pit? You’d make her day—not to
mention Diego’s. He’s known—among other things—for getting off on watching his
woman with another chick.”

“Yeah, I heard that rumor,” Britt said with a nervous
chuckle. “And that’s just where I’m headed—to the gelatin pit. A little nervous
about it, but I’m going to give it a shot.”

Mindy nodded with a long, “Mmmm. So this is your first
time.”

Britt grinned. “Does it show that badly?”

“Not at all,” the blonde said with a mocking twinkle in her
eyes.

“Well, maybe a little,” Mindy admitted with a wave of her
hand, “but that’s kinda sexy. Besides, we’ve all been biker-scene virgins in
that respect before.”

Britt inhaled and tossed the backpack strap onto her
shoulder. “Thanks. I’ll remember that for the next piece of fresh meat that
walks in.”

They all giggled and a huge weight seemed to lift off
Britt’s chest. It gave her a charge being here. She really liked these people.
It was just a matter of getting adjusted to the differences in lifestyles.

Her usual stiff and boring versus their relaxed and
uninhibited.

The toilet flushed. Candy emerged from the stall, her eyes
much kinder than before. Britt gave a mental snort. Maybe her prior grumpiness
had been due to needing to pee?

“You’ll do fine. Just follow Michelle’s lead. She’s a good
tutor,” Candy added with a wicked grin. “We’ve all been there, but she’s
always…how shall we say, ‘glad’ to pop a chick-on-chick cherry or two. If she
can’t turn you, no woman can.”

“Turn” her? Into a lesbian? Britt wasn’t too keen on that
idea, but she did have a curiosity that needed appeasing, a date she needed to
prove something to. Prove she could lose the prim-and-proper act and let loose
just as much as any of these women—or any of those previous women of his who
everyone seemed to be fond of rubbing in her face.

How many of these women have you been with, Diego?

Britt took a few shaky steps to the door and coached herself
to stop with the jealousy crap. She didn’t own him. “Okay, thanks, ladies. Well
here goes.”

“Good luck.”

“Hey, if you have a hard time with it,” Mindy called after
her, “I’d be glad to jump in the pit and give you a ‘hand’ or two. Just give me
a signal of some sort and I’ll be there.”

Britt laughed and threw Mindy a smile over her shoulder.
“Thanks.” And she stepped outside and into the bright sun.

It’s just like doing a catalog shoot.
She kept
repeating it to herself, soothing her nerves. All eyes were on her, but only
one set heated her blood.

Diego’s.

His gaze riveted to her as soon as she emerged from the
restroom. She hooked her thumb under the backpack strap and tried her best to
walk casually toward him. Her flip-flops slapped her heels as she went. His jaw
fell open, but he snapped it shut and licked his lips. His gaze took on a
predatory gleam, devouring her from the tips of her pink-painted toenails to
her swaying hips and nipples budding against her bikini top, to her low
ponytail and flaming cheeks.

It’s just like doing a catalog shoot…

Whistles and cheers sounded around her, though she wasn’t
sure if they were for her, or in response to something else in this fun, wild
place. But Britt didn’t care. She only had eyes for him, for Diego. She only
wanted
his
whistles,
his
lusty stare,
his
words of
approval.