livelihood. It’s fair and simple. Please respect Ms. Vines’ right to earn a living from her work.
Amanda Hilton, Publisher www.SirenPublishing.com
www.BookStrand.com
DEDICATION
To the handsome men of the Tipotex for the inspiration...
REYNALDO MAKES THREE
A Triangle of Trust 1
ELLA VINES
Copyright © 2011
Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Chapter 1
Lorna White woke up after a dream that had taken her to the edge of orgasm. It had been two months since she’d slept with John, and she needed to get off in a major way today after the dream of a dark man screwing her all night long. She looked at her alarm clock and groaned. The yard man she had called would be here in fifteen minutes. She’d better make this snappy.
She got dressed quickly and crawled back on the bed, opening her nightstand drawer and taking out the long, pink vibrator she used on just these occasions. It had been a few days, and that was the most she could stand without some relief, especially after an erotic dream like the one she had just had. She pulled her biker shorts down and turned the vibrator on to medium.
She groaned as the dream of last night came back to her. Her fantasy had been about a big, muscular Hispanic man who had been using her mouth as a playground for his cock, and she had loved it. She loved oral sex anyway, but the dream had taken it to new heights. He had tied her up and made her suck him until her mouth was raw. She was only lucky enough to orgasm sometimes, and when she did, it always woke her up with a jolt.
She ran the vibrator languidly over her clit, thinking of the fantasy man’s beard on it and how it would feel—rough. Her clit buzzed as she considered the way the dream man had cum all over her face and almost immediately wanted to fill her other holes. He had been fucking her doggy style when she’d woken up.
Just as she was running the pink vibrator over her clit more insistently thinking about the dream man’s thick, dark cock, the doorbell rang.
“Shit!”
She threw the pink vibrator back in the drawer and hitched her shorts up. The space between her legs was throbbing and needed relief, but the grass also needed attention, and she could hardly be caught in bed, with a pink vibrator.
Reynaldo Ortiz, the owner and founder of Ortiz Lawn Enterprises, was a welcome surprise to her, especially this early in the morning with no coffee yet. He was only at her front door because her boyfriend John Moore had been out of town on business going on two months, and with all the rain they had gotten recently, the grass had grown like it would never stop. She had found Reynaldo’s business card tucked in her door frame one day after coming home from grocery shopping, so she had called, and here he was two days later to trim her lawn and cut back the weeds that were multiplying.
She took him in with a long stare as he stood at the door. She figured with a body like that, he got a lot of business. He seemed unaware of his sensuality, but no woman within eighty meters would have been. He was tall and muscular, his thighs filling out his jeans but without an ounce of fat to pinch on his body—at least not an ounce she could see, she thought with a smile. He was a lot like her dark dream man, Lorna suddenly realized, hot color coming to her cheeks.
“Hi, I’m Reynaldo, and you are...?” He looked at her with blue- violet eyes fringed with a sooty fan of lashes, and she had to struggle to answer.
“I’m Lorna. Lorna White.”
“Great to meet you. So, what would you like me to do today?” He still hadn’t broken eye contact.
Oh, if you only knew, she thought. But obviously he didn’t know
because he was smiling, his full lips making her think of anything but cutting grass. He was standing just a couple feet from her, black hair gleaming in the bold South Texas sunlight. His V-neck, white T-shirt showed off the
Amanda Hilton, Publisher www.SirenPublishing.com
www.BookStrand.com
DEDICATION
To the handsome men of the Tipotex for the inspiration...
REYNALDO MAKES THREE
A Triangle of Trust 1
ELLA VINES
Copyright © 2011
Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Chapter 1
Lorna White woke up after a dream that had taken her to the edge of orgasm. It had been two months since she’d slept with John, and she needed to get off in a major way today after the dream of a dark man screwing her all night long. She looked at her alarm clock and groaned. The yard man she had called would be here in fifteen minutes. She’d better make this snappy.
She got dressed quickly and crawled back on the bed, opening her nightstand drawer and taking out the long, pink vibrator she used on just these occasions. It had been a few days, and that was the most she could stand without some relief, especially after an erotic dream like the one she had just had. She pulled her biker shorts down and turned the vibrator on to medium.
She groaned as the dream of last night came back to her. Her fantasy had been about a big, muscular Hispanic man who had been using her mouth as a playground for his cock, and she had loved it. She loved oral sex anyway, but the dream had taken it to new heights. He had tied her up and made her suck him until her mouth was raw. She was only lucky enough to orgasm sometimes, and when she did, it always woke her up with a jolt.
She ran the vibrator languidly over her clit, thinking of the fantasy man’s beard on it and how it would feel—rough. Her clit buzzed as she considered the way the dream man had cum all over her face and almost immediately wanted to fill her other holes. He had been fucking her doggy style when she’d woken up.
Just as she was running the pink vibrator over her clit more insistently thinking about the dream man’s thick, dark cock, the doorbell rang.
“Shit!”
She threw the pink vibrator back in the drawer and hitched her shorts up. The space between her legs was throbbing and needed relief, but the grass also needed attention, and she could hardly be caught in bed, with a pink vibrator.
Reynaldo Ortiz, the owner and founder of Ortiz Lawn Enterprises, was a welcome surprise to her, especially this early in the morning with no coffee yet. He was only at her front door because her boyfriend John Moore had been out of town on business going on two months, and with all the rain they had gotten recently, the grass had grown like it would never stop. She had found Reynaldo’s business card tucked in her door frame one day after coming home from grocery shopping, so she had called, and here he was two days later to trim her lawn and cut back the weeds that were multiplying.
She took him in with a long stare as he stood at the door. She figured with a body like that, he got a lot of business. He seemed unaware of his sensuality, but no woman within eighty meters would have been. He was tall and muscular, his thighs filling out his jeans but without an ounce of fat to pinch on his body—at least not an ounce she could see, she thought with a smile. He was a lot like her dark dream man, Lorna suddenly realized, hot color coming to her cheeks.
“Hi, I’m Reynaldo, and you are...?” He looked at her with blue- violet eyes fringed with a sooty fan of lashes, and she had to struggle to answer.
“I’m Lorna. Lorna White.”
“Great to meet you. So, what would you like me to do today?” He still hadn’t broken eye contact.
Oh, if you only knew, she thought. But obviously he didn’t know
because he was smiling, his full lips making her think of anything but cutting grass. He was standing just a couple feet from her, black hair gleaming in the bold South Texas sunlight. His V-neck, white T-shirt showed off the
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