Page 80 of Bourbon Sins
“I knew it was you, I didn’t even have to turn around to recognize that it was your hard, gorgeous body pressing up against mine. You’re unmistakable.”
Impressed with her candidness, I wrapped my arms around her waist and held out my hands. She looked down and gasped, turning around quickly in my arms so I got a great view of her grateful eyes.
“You got me peanut M&M’s!”
“Four bags, just in case there’s a little mishap.” I pulled out a water from my back pocket and said, “Hope you don’t mind sharing.”
“Jett, I sucked your dick off and drank your cum, I’m pretty sure I can share a water with you.”
I shook my head at her. “What comes out of that mouth of yours is never a dull moment.”
“Can we open them?” she asked, tearing one of the packages open.
“I guess so,” I found myself laughing.
She popped one into her mouth and moaned, making my cock jump to attention at the noise emanating from the back of her luscious throat.
“Keep that up and you’re going to find yourself in a very compromising position in front of the old sleeping couple and bratty-ass kids.”
“In that case . . .” She popped another M&M in her mouth, but I stopped her dainty little wrist.
“Don’t even think about it.”
She smirked and brought the candy to my mouth instead. I opened up for her and she pushed the candy piece in my mouth. Her fingers lingered, which I sucked in my mouth, making her eyes go wide.
“You think that’s not going to get you in trouble?” she asked.
“I call the shots, remember?”
“And I hold the cards,” she said, while smirking and turning back around, shoving her pert little ass into my crotch.
I bent over and rested my chin on her shoulder as she fed me another M&M. “Watch it little one, I have no qualms about taking you right here.”
“Think of the children, Jett. Honestly!” she said sarcastically.
I chuckled at her and then looked out at the river retreating in front of us. “Tell me about your parents.”
She sighed and rested her head on my shoulder. “They would have done anything for me. They weren’t the richest of people, but their souls were rich. They had everything they needed, our house, their refurbished furniture shop, and our family. They were content, more than happy, and treated me like I was their pride and joy.”
“You were their pride and joy, you still are.” I kissed her shoulder. I didn’t know why, but I had the urge to show her how amazing she really was.
“I can’t imagine what they would think of me after they passed, the life I’ve chosen to support myself. They wouldn’t be very proud of the path I’ve gone down. I know I was gifted with some good attributes, but my parents always stressed education; I kind of took the opposite road.” She hung her head in shame, making me almost feel irate about the way she spoke so lowly of herself.
“You did the best you could, given what you had. You can’t put yourself down for trying to thrive after such a devastating loss.”
“Why are you being so good to me?” she asked, as she turned around and placed the bag of M&M’s in my pocket with the rest.
“Because you deserve it.”
“A lot of people deserve good fortune; how did I get so lucky?”
“Let’s just say, you were in the right place at the right time.” I shrugged my shoulders and then looked behind us. The boat was turning around and heading back to the harbor now; the trip was half over.
Her hands grabbed ahold of my waist and her fingers rested in my belt loops. “Thank you for taking me out today. I know you didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to,” I cut her off and then added, “and the night isn’t over. The sun is just setting and we have yet to eat. Come,” I said, dragging her hands behind me and walking her down the stairs.
I walked her to the front of the boat on the bottom level, where no one ever sat. Travelers on the Steamboat Natchez always liked to go to the top of the boat, not realizing the best view was where we were.
