“Ooh, they have Cuban sandwiches.” He closed his menu with a flourish. “I know what I’m having.”
“That sounds good. Make it two.”
“And I’m buying. No arguments,” he said when she’d opened her mouth to do just that.
She smiled. “All right.”
“We took your car and used your gas. It’s only fair I buy you lunch.”
“Hey, I’m still up to my ass in debt to you two for the hot tub.”
He caught her hand in his and feathered his fingers across her knuckles. “And you know damn well that was a gift, so knock it off or I’ll spank you.”
It was his arched eyebrow that set her off on a giggle fit. Charles had to order for her, because she was still giggling when the waitress stopped back to take their orders.
When the waitress left their orders a few minutes later, Charles stared at his sandwich in disgust.
“What’s wrong?” Libbie asked.
He pulled the pressed sandwich apart and picked up the top bun to show her. “It’s not a Cuban sandwich.”
She frowned. “Huh?” While she admitted the bread wasn’t technically Cuban bread, it contained the right ingredients—mustard, ham, roast pork, swiss cheese, and pickles. And it was hot and pressed.
He pointed at the bun. “You’re a baker. You of all people should know this isn’t real Cuban bread.”
She eyed him cautiously. “Oookay. Yeah, you’re right, it’s not.”
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because there wasn’t a great demand for it in their area. “But how would someone from Nebraska know that?”
She wasn’t sure, but thought a guilty look might have flashed across his face for a moment. “I…I went to visit a cousin of mine in Miami one year at Spring Break. He educated me on what a real Cuban sandwich is.” He reassembled the sandwich and picked it up, taking a bite. “I mean, it’s okay,” he managed around a mouthful of bread, “but it’s not a real one.”
Libbie had a suspicion there was more to it, but decided to let it drop. “Okay. It’s not a real Cuban sandwich.”
Allan mentally kicked himself. How could I be so damn stupid?
Few people outside of Florida, who’d never spent time in the South Florida or Tampa regions, knew a “real” Cuban sandwich from a regular sub sandwich.
When he’d seen Cuban sandwich on the menu, he’d jumped at it, having been denied one of his favorites ever since October, when they’d arrived in Brooksville. He’d been raised on the real thing and knew that arcane little nugget about Florida cuisine.
He longed to take Libbie to Miami and give her a tour of all the best eateries he knew, many looking like dives from the street, yet sparkling clean inside.
I don’t want to let her go. I can’t lose her.
The truth hammered him. No matter what happened with the trial, he couldn’t walk away from Libbie. There was no way.
That he’d built his relationship with her on a stack of lie upon lie ate at his conscience, no matter how valiant and noble the reasoning behind it.
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Libbie soon forgot the incident as she started playing tour guide.
By the time they returned to the apartment, Charles apparently had other things on his mind, too. He grabbed towels, her bathrobe, and waited by the apartment door. “Strip, baby.”
She felt her face heat, with passion instead of embarrassment.
“Yes, sir.”
He grinned. “Hey, don’t tempt me to get all spanky on your sweet ass. I’ll do it.”
She did a little striptease for him, leaving articles of clothing strewn across the apartment floor in her wake as she walked up to him. “Like this?”
His hard cock pressed against the front of his jeans. “Exactly like that.” He draped the robe over her. “Now let’s get your cute ass in that hot tub before my cock explodes and you have to lick a wet spot off the inside of my briefs.” He quickly stripped and helped her downstairs.
Normally, they didn’t make love in the hot tub in the daytime. But there was no one lurking around in the wooded area behind the building when they went out to the screened room. Charles quickly dropped the towel he’d held around his hips and helped her out of her robe and into the hot tub. Then he followed her in and pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him.
His stiff cock pressed against her ass. She braced her palms on his chest. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
He waggled his eyebrows at her as his hands disappeared in the water. One hand pulled her ass cheeks apart as he pressed a finger against her rim. “I want you there, baby. I want that sweet, tight ass of yours fisting my cock.” His finger breached her rim, making her gasp with pleasure. Several times since their first night they’d taken her at It’s a Sweet Life 181
the same time like that, one of their large cocks buried in her pussy while the other fucked her ass.
He pushed it deeper inside her. “Play with your nipples, baby. Get yourself hot.”
Her face filled with heat but she complied, cupping her breasts with her palms and tweaking her nipples until they were hard peaks.
He leaned in and licked one, then the other. “You like it when we fuck your ass, don’t you, baby? Use you like you need to be used?”
She nodded, his rumbling tone making her cunt pulsate.
Surprising her with his swiftness, he shifted her off his lap and positioned her in front of one of the jets, which weren’t turned on yet.
“Don’t move,” he whispered in her ear.
She closed her eyes and wiggled her ass at him.
She heard the sound of him ripping the pouch open and rolling the condom on. Then he stepped behind her and raised her ass out of the water so he could lube her.
“I also got you a present,” he said when he’d finished lubing her dark hole.
“What?”
She felt something large, even larger than their cocks, press between her pussy lips. When she tried to turn to see what it was, he stopped her with a hand between her shoulder blades holding her in place. “Oh, no you don’t. You stay right there.” The dildo was large, enough so he had to go slow and carefully work it inside her. She whimpered and tried to fuck herself back on it, but he wouldn’t be rushed. Only when it was buried all the way inside her pussy and pressing on her G-spot did he move the hand from her back. He hit the switch on the jets. The water immediately began hitting her clit.
She had to bite back the loud cry struggling to let loose.
Then he lined his cock up with her well-lubed ass and pressed in, giving her enough time to get used to it before he slid all the way in.
With his legs rubbing the backs of her thighs and his body holding the dildo inside her pussy, he moved her closer to the water jet.
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She was nearly close to coming when one of his hands reached around her and did something. Inside her, the dildo sprang to life, vibrating and tossing her over the edge as if she’d jumped off a cliff.
“It’s waterproof,” he growled in her ear. Then he grabbed her hips and started fucking her ass hard, viciously. She had to hold on to the edge of the tub and dug her fingers in hard as she tried not to scream.
Even the Hitachi didn’t do this to her. Whatever deliciously evil thing it was, it felt like there was no escaping the pleasure for even the briefest of respites like she could when it was just the jet of water striking her clit.