Chapter 125 – Viper

• Kent succeeds, though – not a drop of tequila gets away from him. Kent glares up at me when he’s finish and, I think in his idea of punishment, drags his tongue in a long, thick lick from my belly button halfway up my stomach. “What the hell were you thinking, Fay,” he growls.
• “I don’t know,” I say, still grinning at him. “I saw it on MTV once when I was a kid. I always wanted to try it.”
• “Well don’t do it again,” he commands, bringing his face level with mine and then grabbing the bottle of tequila out of my hands.