Chapter Eleven
Cash
Bobbi Jo had made some hot nights for me, and I wasn’t thinking about anyone else as I walked down the street toward the Dairy King to grab one of their juicy cheeseburgers. Whistling as I walked, I felt a hand run across my back as a saucy female voice whispered, “Miss me, cowboy?”
Spinning around, I found Bobbi Jo wrapped in my arms, her lips pursed for a kiss. Who was I not to oblige the young lady? Leaning in, our lips met, hers parted, and our tongues entwined.
Her breasts felt the tiniest bit smaller as they squished against my chest. Her kiss tasted like cinnamon instead of the usual spearmint. And the way she moved her tongue didn’t seem right.
Pulling back, I looked into her eyes. The devilish sparkle told me all I needed to know. “Betty Sue, you little hu
