The Land of Rabbits (Long Shot Love Duet #1) Read Online Free

sex toy. And I can tell you’re never going to let me live this down.”
    “Never. But I’m sure you’ll be hard on me as soon as you see... when my...” He leans back, his eyes opening wide in amazement. “Hot damn.”
    We follow his gaze, seeing a woman dressed in a skin-tight leather cat suit, rocking her colossal hips as she heads our way.
    “Holy mother of pearl. You picked a cat?” Jess teases. “That’s such a guy thing. Oh, and do you see those... those gigantic boobs! They’re not even covered.”
    “I see ‘em.” Nadine squirms. “They have to hang out so she can breathe.” She adjusts the straps on her formless dress, nonchalantly checking her own breasts in comparison. She’s thin for her age, and this fictional cat who just straddled Brian’s waist is a full-figured animal.
    “Meeeow,” she says with a sensuous purr.
    Lashes flutter under the cat hood and her long, pointy nails claw at his chest. He’s snatched from the chair, rebounding back for a hurried goodnight kiss and an “I love you” whispered to Nadine, before being led to a table on the opposite side of the patio.
    The guests “ooh” and “aah,” desperate for their chosen fantasy to appear.
    “I knew he was gonna pick her. I just knew it.”
    “Reminds me of that time he told us his comic books turned him on as a kid.” Jess’s eyes dart as one-by-one the giddy women around us are guided by their one-night possessions to private tables. “Lots of testosterone flying through the story in those comics, men fighting and busty women displayed throughout the pages.”
    “That’s plenty of information about my uncle’s erotic desires, thank you very much.”
    “Do you think the woman Brian picked plays all of the female characters here?” Jess ignores my remark. “And why do men just have white women to choose from? Nothing like our list of sixty potential players—every height, weight, and race are represented.”
    “The cat’s black. And she looks sumptuous,” I say, pouring more wine. “I don’t know about you, but I always considered a black cat to be black, unless I’m way off base and tortoiseshell is the new black, then she’s not black at all, now is she?”
    “What?” Nadine laughs. “You’re cut off from drinking after that glass... by the way, where’d Quinn run off to?”
    I shrug, studying the surroundings. Two servers come and go through the back dining room door, carrying salads and water, their white shirts hanging open. There’s a small outdoor bar built from weathered fieldstone and a bartender covered in tattoos mixing drinks. His laugh is distinct, sinister sounding, like a mocking cackle. I’ve heard it before, but can’t place his character.
    I try to keep a poker face as I ask my next question...
    “What’s the five hundred dollar upgrade everyone’s been talking about?”
    “See, I told you if we kept pushing she’d go for it,” Jess says. “It’s a touch.” Her voice rises in my direction. “No kissing, fondling, rubbing your vagina, jerking off, or penetration. No fluids exchanged. Nothing’s going in or coming out. There’s no cum shot from him and no screaming orgasm from you. Just a touch.” She turns to Nadine. “Get her the upgrade. I’ll chip in.”
    “I didn’t say I was going for it... but what do you mean by a touch?”
    “A full-body massage with conversation. That’s it. The old-biddy special for women reluctant to go all the way.”
    “Ahh, ha-ha!” A crowing laugh from the bartender silences the open air—from the women, to the birds, to the nearby stream and the light breeze—the earth halts.
    “You wanna fight, you wimpy fuck?”
    Quinn’s in front of him, rolling his sleeves to ready himself, while Roxanne stands off to the side with an entertained smile.
    The bartender spits and raises his hands, springing everywhere. One hop left... bouncing... a hop right, then taking two practice swings, coming an inch from his face.
    “Let’s do