Free Love Don't Live Here Anymore (The Love Collection Book 3) by Vy Antenette

pulled his mouth from hers and this time he told her to trust him. He told her to close her eyes and turn around. Placing his hand over both her eyes, he helped her rotate in his lap and motioned for her to spread her legs. “Trust me to make you feel good,” he coaxed.
    He tugged at Summer’s panties and she grabbed his hand. “I don’t want to take my panties off,” she told him.
    Braxdon smiled. “I ain’t gotta take ya panties off; just move ’em to the side,” he sang, and he did just that.
    Braxdon played with Summer’s clit as he licked in, out, and around her ear and nibbled on her neck. Summer squirmed in delight. Braxdon waved for the stripper to squat and gave her the go ahead to lick on Summer. Summer went from sixty to one-twenty in a matter of seconds. Feeling the intensity increase, she raised her head and tried to move, but she was penned. At some point, Braxdon had taken his hand from Summer’s eyes and positioned them so that his arms went over hers and his hands gripped the inside of her legs. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. Summer moaned, groaned, grunted, and cussed until she released a gut wrenching orgasm and came all over the girl’s face.
    Once Summer regained her composure, her mind went wild. How could you, Summer? Especially with Braxdon? And at a strip club? She began chastising herself and at first was a little ashamed; however, the after effects of that orgasm reminded her of just how deprived she had been and she had to admit that it felt damn good! And the high she still felt from the weed she’d smoked with Larita had caused her to be more carefree than normal.
    Wiping her mouth and chin, the stripper stood to her feet. She reached inside a cabinet in the room and retrieved two towels. She tossed one to Braxdon and took one for herself, right before she exited the VIP room. Braxdon wiped around Summer’s thighs and on her love box, then helped her stand to her feet and leave the room.
    When they reached the bar, he ordered her another drink and handed it to her. “Don’t leave without telling me,” he said and disappeared into the crowd.
    Larita and Summer chatted with a couple of the guys at the bar who had purchased them more cocktails. By the end of their drinks, both of them were intoxicated. Summer thought about looking around for Braxdon, but she owed him nothing.
    As they were heading out the door, he grabbed her arm and followed her outside. “I thought I asked you to tell me when you were leaving.”
    “I tried; I didn’t see you.”
    “C’mon, do I look like I got Bobo the Clown written on my forehead?”
    “Okay, maybe I didn’t. I figured you were caught up.”
    Braxdon looked at her sideways. “How’d y’all get here?”
    “Larita drove.”
    Braxdon watched Larita as she staggered to the car. “Oh, hell no! You not riding with her. She can barely walk.”
    “But that’s my ride,” Summer argued.
    “Fuck that. I can take y’all home.” Braxdon had Summer call out to Larita and let her know that he would take them home. Larita tried to protest but Braxdon wasn’t having it. “Listen, y’all have two choices and you driving isn’t one of them. Either you let me take y’all or you can call someone to come get you. I got her,” he said to Larita.
    “I’m sure you were drinking too,” Larita slurred defiantly.
    “Actually I wasn’t. Once you’ve gotten two DWIs, you kind of play it safe.”
    After a few more tit for tats, Larita conceded, gave Braxdon her address, and he went to retrieve his vehicle. Summer sat up front and Larita hopped into the back and was asleep before Braxdon pulled off the property.

Chapter Twelve
    Braxdon carried Summer inside the house. He took her to his room and laid her on the bed. He removed her shoes and socks and placed a blanket over her body. Mesmerized by her skin, long, healthy hair, full lips, and thick lashes, he placed a kiss on her cheek and left the room.
    It was well after ten in the morning