Chapter 11
Brad
What do you call an expert fisherman?
A master baiter.
She doesn’t recognize me.
I’ve been obsessed with her for months since I saw her in my bar, and she doesn’t even know who I am.
The only good thing is that I’m not being sent away, even if I do have to share her attention for tonight. I need to ensure I’m all she can think of by the end.
It's time to capture my unicorn's attention.
“Where do you want to go? We could go back to my bar,” I offer. “Free drinks?”
The posh-looking one wrinkles his nose in disgust, “Our date is dressed up for a nice night out, not free drinks in a dive bar.”
“My bar is not a dive bar,” I grumble.
“Semantics. I booked a meal at a restaurant not far from here, siren. If you would like to go there, the food is almost as delicious as you look,” the posh one teases her.
A blush creeps across Cherry’s face as she nods in approval of his plan.
“Sorry, man. We’re Jacob and Macon,” one of the twins says, shaking my hand. Macon, who I’m assuming is the other twin, gives my hand a quick shake. Still, his attention immediately turns back to Cherry, his eyes roaming over her like a lion hunting his prey.
“I’m Braylen,” the posh one introduces himself to us all, shaking all our hands and kissing Cherry on the cheek.
Did he sniff her?
“I’m Brad. I own Bradsters just a street over,” I say, loving when recognition lights up in my unicorn's pretty green eyes.
“Oh my god! Me and my friend Jade love it there!” she exclaims excitedly.
“I know,” I smirk at her.
Her mouth parts at my flirty tone, surprised at the fact I noticed her.
But how could I not? She’s stunning, beautiful, everything. Mine .
I want her to be mine.
“Can I catch a ride with one of you? I don’t fancy running again.”
“You can come with us,” Braylen states, his hand interlinking with Cherry’s, and leads her to the sleek-looking vehicle. “I’ve booked Rustica’s, and I know the owner, so I’m sure a few extra stragglers will be fine.”
I follow after them, refusing to be left behind.
Sliding in first, I pull Cherry as close to me as possible. Her body melds perfectly against mine as she snuggles closer, trying to get some heat.
“Lucas, turn the heated seats on, please. My date is cold,” Braylen instructs his driver, who throws a glare back at Cherry.
What the fuck is his problem?
Braylen is too busy stroking Cherry’s hand to notice, but maybe Lucas hates his boss, so I ignore it for now and focus my attention on the unicorn next to me.
“What made you sign up for Cummies for Dummies?” I ask her, wanting her to desperately say that it was to find someone special.
Aka me.
She chuckles, tucking a piece of her rainbow hair behind her ear. “My friend Jade convinced me that my dry spell had lasted long enough and that I needed to get out there instead of wallowing at home.”
“So you’re just looking for fun?” Braylen asks.
“I don’t even know what I’m looking for,” she chuckles, “but I know I can’t keep burying myself in work.”
“So what you’re saying is that I can taste this sweet cunt tonight.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” Braylen mutters, burying his face in her neck, peppering kisses along her neck as his hand trails up her thigh.
Cherry squirms, the leather seats making it hard for her to get the friction she desperately wants as it clings to her skin.
My hand skims over her other thigh, loving the gasp it elicits from her pretty little mouth. Her pink lips part as we graze our fingers over the lace of her panties simultaneously.
“Do you want us to diddle your skittle? Give you a taste of what you could have tonight?” I whisper into her ear, already moving her panties to the side, pushing my fingers between her moist folds, and rubbing her love pearl.
“Fuck you are moister than an oyster,” I groan. Her love pocket squelches around Braylen’s fingers as he pushes them in and out of her hole.
I tease her hole with my index finger, desperate for a taste of her.
I don’t give a fuck if Braylen’s driver is watching; I want to see if my unicorn's tuna canoe tastes like rainbows.
Cherry moans loudly, incoherent words babbling from her mouth as we stimulate her stench trench together.
“Fuck, I can feel your walls tightening around my fingers, you little slut.”
Braylen groans, biting down on her neck as he sucks. Leaving his mark on her, claiming her.
Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I see her essence coating my fingers and groan into her ear.
“So juicy aren’t you, my sweet Cherry,” I moan, sucking on my fingers, nipping at her neck with my teeth.
Cherry bucks her hips as Braylen drives his fingers deeper into her sweet cunt, her essence dripping from her wet folds onto the leather seats.
I watch, entranced, while he works her closer to the edge, her dress around her hips giving me the perfect view of her fish taco.
“Fuck, I'm gonna-” Cherry’s moans turn to cries of pleasure as her orgasm ripples over her like waves crashing into the sand.
“Such a pretty little slut, aren’t you?” Braylen nips her earlobe.
I rub my finger over her swollen bud slowly as she rides the wave of her orgasm, easing her down from the high of it.
“You did so good,” I praise.
Unable to hold myself back for much longer, I grab her face and crash my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth, and my cock twitches at the sound.
“We’re here,” the driver grits out.
Braylen thanks Lucas as we help fix Cherry’s dress, pulling the fabric back over her biteable thighs.
I want to nom on them like a chicken drumstick.