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Authors: Ines Johnson
Cruise Control (Watchers Crew)
Dangerous Curves Ahead Sneak Peak
| Kira has never had an orgasm, not even by her own hand. When she catches yet another boyfriend cheating, she escapes humiliation by sticking her tongue down the throat of the first guy she sees. Problem is, the seemingly quiet guy she kisses expects an even exchange. If she gets to put her tongue in his mouth, he gets to put his…elsewhere. It’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for. Tall, dark, and intense, Owl likes control in all things. He unlocks Kira’s body with his touch, but wants absolute control over her pleasure. The problem is Kira wants them to be exclusive, and Owl wants to share his new treasure with the rest of his crew. Kira believes an open relationship is the same as cheating. Can Owl convince her there is security and devotion in sharing? Or will Kira retreat back to an unsatisfying life of cheaters and liars? |
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2015 by N. S. Johnson Seneb
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior permission of the author.
Manufactured in the United States of America
First Edition August 2015
Second Edition June 2016
This book was previously published under the pen name Marie Louis.
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Chapter One
I knew I should’ve blown him this morning, but I had to get to my biology tutor. I’d gotten a series of B’s in Biology 101 and it was messing with my 4.0 GPA. So this morning, while he was still sleeping, I decided to blow off giving my boyfriend some head and went off to tend to my education instead of tending to his dick.
It was the wrong decision.
There he was, standing in the corner of a bar with his crotch pushed into the hip of some vapid blonde. She giggled and flicked her hair over her bare shoulder as he whispered in her ear. The strobe lights on the dance floor made a sweep over them. The light shone directly into her eyes, and out her ears.
I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. The skin around my eyes bunched up like the blinders they put on horses to keep out distractions and keep the animal’s attention focused on the direction it needed to go. I stood there and watched Sergio’s hand trace over the speed bumps of her breasts. Those hands, which had been in my pussy just last night, took the sharp curve of the blonde’s waist and came to rest on the turnpike that was her ass.
The journey was no accident. When I confronted him this time, he couldn’t tell me she bumped into his hand. He wouldn’t convince me he was just helping her out by reaching for something in her pocket. These were horse blinders over my eyes, not sheep’s wool.
I would not accept another lame ass excuse. I would not allow myself to look the other way and pretend I didn’t see what was right in front of me. Not this time.
Fuck! Why the hell hadn’t I skipped my tutoring session?
I heard my mother’s voice in my ear. She always railed that the more educated the woman, the less likely she was to get a husband, especially if she has any color to her skin. The pickings were slim for smart women of color, my momma insisted. When I told her I’d have both, an education and a man, she raised an eyebrow at me and turned back to look out the living room window to perform her one and only task, which was waiting for my father to come home so she could take his shirt and clean off the lipstick stains that weren’t her shade of red.
From my position at the bar, I saw the pink lipstick stains on Sergio’s collar. I’d picked out that shirt for his birthday last month.
I wasn’t even angry any more; I was just tired. Tired of fighting the reality that sooner or later all men cheat. It’s just in their DNA. Thanks to my biology lesson, I learned that it’s more than human males
’
DNA. The tendency is in all male animals. My tutor, Ellie, said it’s in insects too. Few male species are faithful to their mates.
I knew this. I’d learned it at a young age. I’d had the message reinforced since I began dating in middle school. My cheating-boyfriend-radar had been fine tuned before my junior year of high school.
With Sergio, I’d figured out his phone passcode after our third date, and got access to all his texts, social media, and emails. I’d found him so easily tonight because I’d hacked the GPS in his car (and Momma said my education would get me nowhere with a man). I knew that he’d been cheating since last week. Now, it was just a question of did I want to put in the work to get him back into my bed tonight?
The forecast called for a storm later on tonight. Thunder always woke me up, and I hated waking up in bed by myself. My fingers hovered over the top button of my blouse; ready to release the girls to draw my man back to me. But just then Sergio looked up and caught sight of me. His expression halted my trigger finger. I watched, frozen, as Sergio fit three emotions into two seconds, much like our love life.
His first expression was of shock. His eyes widened as he looked up and recognized that it was me. Then his eyes dropped into guilt. That look sparked hope in my heart.
Maybe this could be salvaged. Maybe I wouldn’t have to sleep alone tonight. That blonde was clearly hitting on him. He was just being nice.
He hadn’t groped her ass. He’d been shoving the scrap of paper with her number on it back into the back pocket of her jeans. He had to push his fingers into her ass to get it all the way into her pocket because her jeans were so damn tight. It was loud in this place. That’s why he leaned down to whisper in her ear; to communicate to her that he had a girlfriend.
But then Sergio’s face morphed into a sneer. His head tilted to the side. His mouth opened as though he let out a single, huffing bark of laughter.
The music blared, but I heard that huff of laughter from across the room. More than waking up alone to the sound of thunder, I hated that look of pity my exes got on their faces when it finally clicked for them the depths I went to track them down and try to hold on to them.
I couldn’t handle that look, not tonight. I turned my back on my ex and searched desperately for a Plan B. I zeroed in on the first thing I saw with pecs and biceps.
Dark eyes stared back at me through almond-shaped eyelids. Intelligence oozed out of the corners of those long lashes. Generally, I didn’t prefer my victims to be smart. I liked them with big dicks and small brains. It made them easier to control when I could simply yank on the biggest parts of their body to get their attention. This guy’s dark eyes were so clear I saw my reflection in the dim lighting. It looked as though he’d seen everything that had just gone down and knew what was about to happen next.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I have no idea why I asked him that question. Maybe because I believed in karma and I didn’t want it coming back around on me for what I was about to do.
“No.” His voice was quiet, a whisper over his silky tongue, but I heard him clearly. He said that one word with a slight raise of his eyebrow, as though the concept was juvenile, ridiculous.
He was likely a player, had to be with those good looks and easy confidence. He was Asian, but I wasn’t down enough with Asian culture to know which country.
His skin had a deep tan to it. His dark hair rested just above his eyebrows in a wave, as though he’d swept it out of his way just a moment ago. But it fell back over his eyes as he tilted his head down to survey my body. I could tell that I met his approval when his nostrils flared as they swept over my breasts. He suited perfectly for my plan.
