Last Call

By Kiki Wellington

When Kristen finds herself alone on Valentine’s Day, she has two bad options—stay at home alone or tag along on a friend’s date. She decides to choose Door Number Three: going to a pub for some basketball and beer. But when she proposes a bold bar bet, will she go home with a fistful of cash...or have to settle the score in the most erotic of ways?

From the Author:
ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. Last Call is a 7,100 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.

Warning: Last Call contains ill-advised trash talk, lusty logistics, and an awkward reunion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kiki Wellington
• Release date: Dec 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502299239

Book preview

EXCERPT:

I leaned over toward him, lips pursed, intending for nothing but a brief kiss, the kind I would give a girlfriend I hadn't seen in a long time. But he had other ideas. I probably should've seen it coming. He held the back of my head, and swiftly pulled my mouth toward his, opening it up with his tongue, which quickly darted to its destination in my cheeks. Aside from the initial awkwardness, he was a good kisser. I reluctantly opened my mouth wider, letting my tongue join with his. I could hear catcalls from his buddies, which encouraged him that much more. The next thing I knew, I had been lifted off my barstool, and my body was pressed against this stranger. He started to rub his hands up and down my back, and the feedback from the corner got even louder. I became lost in that moment, so as his hands eventually cupped each cheek of my ass, my hands did some exploration of their own, traveling south until they rested on the crotch of his jeans. There was already some activity going on. Although I expected to feel something, it jolted me back to reality. I had done too much.

But First, a Word....

Thank you for taking the time to read this ebook. I adore writing erotic stories, and if you enjoy reading this even half as much as I did writing it, I'll be one happy horndog. May you get off and get a smile on your face...and other places!

With gratitude and mind-blowing orgasms,

Kiki Wellington

www.sexwithkiki.com

I was actually relieved to be on my own on Valentine's Day. Jeremy was flying back from an overseas business trip, and although I love spending time with him, the lovey-dovey nature of February 14 never really appealed to me.

Hanging out with my friends that night would have been equally distasteful. My coupled friends asked me to hang out with them to be polite, but I knew they would have spent the whole evening wishing the third wheel they'd dragged out with them would just roll the fuck away, all the while giving me a series of poor girl, she's all alone on Valentine's Day looks.

My single friends would have been no better. I imagined them spending the whole night opining about how lucky I was to be in a relationship, contemplating their loneliness at the bottom of a bottle and ending the