Las Vegas, Nevada…
I make true on my words and call Summer as soon as I arrive in Vegas for the next race. She invited me over to see her place and I’m excited. I want to learn more about her real life.
The lobby of Summer’s building is familiar. I buzz the intercom and hope our evening goes better than the last time I was here. With any luck, I can avoid meeting Daddy Warbucks this time while I’m in town.
“Who is it?” she immediately answers.
“It’s me. I’m here to meet that fat cat of yours.”
“He’s not fat!” she yells back at me.
I chuckle.
“Show me then,” I say in an unconvinced voice. “Buzz me up. I want to see this non-fat, poofy cat in person.”
Once she lets me inside the building, I hurry to the elevator and punch in her floor. When the elevator doors open again, she’s waiting for me on the other side.
Without a word, I grab her in a long, passionate kiss.
“Well hello, stranger,” she says, pulling back to look at me. “I’m glad you’re finally here. Come on in.”
She opens her door, which is the first in the hallway, and gestures me inside.
“So, here it is, Mr. Jones. My palace.”
Immediately, my gaze fixes on a white furball on a black armchair. I crouch down.
“Hello kitty. So you’re the one who has caused me such grief and joy all at the same time.”
Summer laughs, her hand resting on my shoulder.
“No, like I told you before. It’s Isabella, my dad’s cat, that we modeled the Kitty Kat Kibble logo after. This is her sister, Alice. They look a lot alike.”
“Alice,” I say to myself. “That’s an unusual name for a cat.”
I stroke my hand over the cat’s silky mane.
“You’re soft and pretty,” I say to her.
I’ve never been around cats and don’t have a clue how they like to be petted or if they like to be handled at all.
Alice’s face assumes an unamused expression, while Summer giggles.
“Careful,” she says, “Alice is…”
The next second, Alice lunges forward and scratches the shit out of my hand in one swipe.
“Owww! Dammit!” I yell, jerking my hand back from the little monster.
I fix Summer with an accusing glare.
“Your cat is evil. Why didn’t you warn me?”
Summer can’t stop laughing. She surrounds me with sympathetic arms and gives me a hug.
“I’m sorry. I was just about to tell you that Alice can be moody at times. She’s temperamental.”
“Not unlike her owner,” I mutter, rubbing at the now bleeding scratch. “Is this going to get infected? I won’t end up with cat scratch fever, will I?”
“Do you want me to kiss it and make it all better?” Summer asks.
“I want you to kiss something,” I reply.
Summer leans up to nuzzle my neck.
“Is that better?” she whispers.
My hands slide down her back and settle on her ass. I squeeze the firm flesh.
“Much better,” I shoot back. “Don’t stop.”
Summer starts to back away, but I grab her chin and plaster my lips over hers. She steers us over to her couch, where she shoves me onto its black cushions. Her dress fans out around us as she scrambles on top of me.
Her kisses are savage, and her hands are greedy. They slide under my shirt and knead every muscle on my chest.
Clearly, our few days apart has been agony for both of us. Summer’s hands move down to my groin.
An angry yowl makes us freeze.
We glance over, to see Alice perched on the arm of the armchair now, giving us a glare that could kill.
“Message received,” I say, disengaging myself and taking Summer’s hand. “You do have a bedroom, right?”
“Nope,” Summer says. “I sleep in Alice’s kitty bed with her.”
She gestures over to a spacious cat bed and waits a good few seconds before cracking up at my confused expression.
“You’re quite the joker,” I mutter. “I almost believed you.”
She pulls me into her bedroom which is done in feminine light blue.
“This is pretty,” I say. “I like the…”
The next words don’t make it out of my mouth. Summer slams her lips onto mine.
“Come here,” she orders. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Her lips are impossibly soft to the touch. I want to drink her in and taste every part of her. Without breaking the kiss, I slide my arms under her and pick her up. Carrying her to the bed, I deposit her gently on the satiny, blue comforter then bunch up her skirt around her waist.
“Who said you could do that?” she protests.
“Let me enjoy looking at you, will you?” I growl hoarsely into her ear. “Damn! You are one beautiful woman.”
I lean back and exhale in pleasure.
“You take my breath away every time I see you. Unfortunately, the dress has got to go,” I say, tugging the soft fabric up and over her head. “And this very sexy bra.”
I expertly unhook her black lacy bra at the back and throw it off the bed. Reaching down, I cup her large, billowy breasts in my hands, loving their heaviness. I rub the nipples with my thumbs and suck in a breath when they harden under my touch.
I lean down and seize one hard nipple in my mouth. Unable to choose which breast I love more, I alternate between them, licking and sucking.
I can’t get enough of her.
Summer slides her hands over my shoulders and down my back.
“I love the feel of your muscles under my hands,” she says. “I want to touch you everywhere.”
While I suck on her nipple, my free hand slides down her stomach to her panties. I tease her, sliding under the edge of her panties first on one side and then the other, never rubbing her soaking wet pussy.
“Johnny,” she moans, her hands feverish as they rake my back. “Stop teasing me. Hurry! Take your clothes off. Now.”
I move off the bed to remove my pants and boxer shorts. Turning away, I’ve just flung them onto the floor in a heap, when something hits the back of my head. Catching it in my hand, I bring it forward to see Summer’s wet satin panties.
I twist around, and my jaw drops.
Sitting there on the bed, completely naked, and her legs splayed open wide, Summer is waiting for me.
“Come here,” she says in a husky voice.
My gaze is hypnotized by the sight of her freshly waxed, glistening pussy.
In two quick steps, I make it to the bed.