#Chapter86
A City Boy Turned Cowboy
The thundering of my heart was louder than the humming of the vessels as our bodies pressed side by side. If this was not Blaine, I was a hundred percent sure that I already pounded her pussy in one of the suites of this yacht, and she was probably counting her orgasms on her toes at this moment.
I didn’t usually follow the dinner rules, we got the dessert first before the damn main course. This whole thing was killing me with frustrating aching blue balls. But this was Blaine, and I’m willing to wait if in return I got to taste her again. And be my girlfriend.
She hadn’t said a word, just watching the bubbles of the sea as the yacht sailed smoothly further, then she took another sip of her cocktail drink.
/"You’re addicted to that, sweetheart,/" I stated.
/"I won’t be drinking when I get back home,/" she said in almost a whisper.
/"Do you want to know the mix?/"
She shook her head. /"No./"
