Free Teasing Her Marine Master by Lola Rivera Page A

quotes around the word bridge . He wondered when she'd figured out that her parents' bridge games weren't actually bridge games but swingers parties. Barbara and Derek were very open with her—too open, for Mack's taste—so she'd probably figured out her parents' love of swinging and cuckolding at a way too early age.
    "Did you ever swing with Mom and Dad?"
    Mack choked on a mouthful of soda. He swallowed the fizzy fluid and tried to clear his throat with a loud cough. "No."
    "Really?" She frowned at him in disbelief. "You're sure?"
    "Yeah, Jolie, I'm pretty sure I'd remember having sex with your parents."
    "Jeez!" She put up a hand. "No need to shout."
    "I didn't shout." He looked over his shoulder to make sure Derek and Barbara hadn't heard him. That was the last thing he needed. The happy couple seemed totally oblivious. He focused his attention on Jolie. "Your dad and I have been friends since basic training. There was no way in hell I was crossing that line with my friend."
    "Is that the only line you have?" She turned those earnest eyes on him. Was she really asking what he thought she was asking?
    "No." He didn't even want to go there. Those were dangerous waters and he sure as hell wasn't going to wade into them.
    "I see." Her soft tone said otherwise. He got the distinct feeling she wasn't going to let this one drop.
    "I don't know what game you're playing, Jolie, but it needs to stop." He made sure to lace his warning with the toughness he used with new recruits. "You're wasting your time shaking your little ass in my face and parading around in your bikini."
    "Is that so?" She took a step closer, her breasts dangerously close to his chest, and lifted her chin. "And if I slipped my hand right down here," she held his gaze as her palm glided down the front of his t-shirt to the top of his board shorts, "I won't fight a big, hard cock?"
    Mack hissed as her smaller hand squeezed him through the stiff fabric of his shorts. Even though it felt so damn good, he backed away quickly and knocked away her hand. "Don't."
    She smiled smugly. "I always get what I want, Mack."
    "Not this time, Jolie." But even as the words left his lips, he knew it was a lie. She wasn't going to let up. She was going to push and push and push until she got what she wanted. "Just remember, Jolie. We don't always like the things we get."
    One perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted. "Is that a dare?"
    "More of a caution, young lady."
    She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, sir. Sergeant Hartigan, sir!"
    The mock salute came across as simply a substitute for shooting him the bird. He waited for another witty remark to leave those pouty lips but she simply shook her head and walked away from him. He watched the sultry swing of her hips as she crossed boat and joined her parents. Turning his attention to the wheel and the wide swath of lake ahead, he tried to forget the wicked feeling of her fingers wrapping around his dick but it was impossible. She'd wormed her way into his mind and wouldn’t leave him be.
    Mack gritted his teeth. Of all the women in the world, it had to be her. It had to be the one girl he couldn't touch.
    But he could touch her in his fantasies. In that dream-world, she could belong to him. She could be his little cock sucking slut. She could kneel at his feet and worship his dick. She could drape herself over the arm of a couch and offer that tight ass to him. She could be anything he wanted.
    As the docks came into view, Mack decided he really needed a long, hot shower. If there was any hope of getting through this week at the lake, he had to exorcise those demons and exorcise them well.
    By the time the boat was docked and secured, Jolie had skipped off and disappeared into her parents' lake house. He trudged back to the shared yard with Barb and Derek. There was no shaking the awkward and guilty sensations that plagued him. Even as he discussed steaks and side dishes with his two friends, he was secretly fantasizing about fucking