Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(61)

“Maybe we haven’t seen the last of her.”

Just then, Ben caught sight of Cody, Heath, and Spencer, who looked equally disappointed as they cast searching gazes around the club. The evening progressed, with no belly dancer in sight. Soon it was time to tally up votes for the winner of the costume contest.

Camilla and Ben counted and then recounted the results before turning them over to Ethan. In the DJ booth, he picked up the microphone.

“We have a tie in the costume contest. Half the votes went to Seth Carter and Jayne Sheridan, soon to be Carter.” Many people in the club cheered. “And the other half went to our mysterious belly dancer. The cash prize will be split in half, and we’ll hold the other half for the belly dancer. If anyone knows her, please have her come by the club and see either me or Ben Lawrence to collect her prize. A round of applause for Seth and Jayne and the mystery belly dancer.”

Because it was a weeknight, the party began to wind down as people settled their tabs. When it was just the three of them and the door was locked, Quinten got down shot glasses and eyed Ben, a question in his eyes.

“No, you two go ahead. I’m the designated driver. I have a bottle of Patrón Silver at home.”

Quinten nodded, and Ben noticed the gleam in his eyes when his friend’s thoughts obviously shifted to what would happen when they got home. He confirmed Ben’s suspicion when Quinten downed his shot and then smiled at Camilla as she drank hers. “Let’s finish up here so we can go home and claim our ‘booty’ from our pirate wench.”





Chapter Thirteen




Quinten gradually came to wakefulness when Camilla stirred under his hand, which had been resting over her abdomen. She turned and wiggled closer to him under the blankets. One of his feet was uncovered, and the room felt chilly. Pleasure filled him and made him smile widely as Camilla burrowed closer, pressing her nose against his chest. His cock rose and grew hard with anticipation as he gazed down at her tousled head and caressed the hair away from her cheek.

Tiny dancer, you’ve gotten about all the sleep you’re getting for now.

The sweet scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils as he tilted his head down and kissed her crown. They’d discovered that Camilla was a hard sleeper, and she’d need plenty of coaxing to waken for some morning lovemaking. Even then, she’d take a long time to heat up.

Good thing I love a challenge.

She purred like a sleepy, contented kitten as he stroked her back, from her shoulder to her nice, plump ass, squeezing each cheek before moving up again.

He tilted her onto her back and lavished her rosy nipples with attention, sucking gently at them, grinning when he felt her curl her hips against him each time he tugged with his mouth.

Glancing up, he noticed that Ben reclined on her other side, his head resting in his palm as he watched her react to Quinten’s attention. Ben looked as bleary-eyed as Quinten felt, but it didn’t stop his cock from rising to attention as she arched beneath Quinten’s stroking fingers, still sound asleep.

Quinten slid lower, enjoying the feel of her hot, silky skin against his torso as he moved. He brushed his nose and lips over her abdomen, inhaling her woman’s scent, not perfumy, just fragrant and uniquely hers. She released a soft sigh as she pressed back against his lips. As Quinten moved even lower, Ben leaned forward and caressed the bottom swell of her left breast while licking at her nipple. Gooseflesh prickled her skin and she shuddered faintly.

A pleased, sleepy smile crossed her lips at their combined touch. She curled her hand up beside her head and drowsed contentedly, making them work for her attention. Quinten loved her when she was hot, spicy, and sexy, but he also enjoyed the soft, easy side of loving her. She slept on, but even in her sleep, she was receptive to them, opening her thighs to receive his attention. His cock ached with need, but he ignored it, curious how far he could take her before she came fully awake. Good thing he was feeling patient that morning.

He moved a little lower and slid his hands under her thighs and lifted them so that her pussy was spread and ready for his attention. Droplets of arousal already seeped from her pretty pink cunt, glistening in the low light shining through the bedroom window. He couldn’t wait to part those lips with his cock and slide into her tight, silky depths.

He spread her puffy outer labia and groaned as her slippery inner lips were revealed. The attention was getting to her, too, whether she realized it or not. Her pink flesh was already swelling with arousal, the tiny nub of her clit peeking out beneath the small hood of flesh above it. A breath left her suddenly, and she arched a tiny bit in his grasp as he slid the tip of his tongue through her opening, gathering a small taste of her juices. Her flavor drove his lust higher, but he held himself back, lazily lapping up her essence, which encouraged her to give him even more.