Between Two Lovers

Excerpt from: Between Two Lovers

April knew she was in deep shit the first time she laid eyes on the tall dark skinned bartender. If this was her best friend Joey’s boyfriend he had damn good taste. “Curt’s not here,” Joey said in her ear.

Oh good, April breathed a sigh of relief. That meant she still had a chance at the six-foot four or five bald god in front of her. Her eyes met his and she smiled.

“Hi there,” Mojo said, staring at April.

“Where’s Curt?” Joey asked.

April lost track of the conversation, too busy staring into the blackest eyes she’d ever seen. Joey was starting to get irate beside her and the bartender finally broke eye contact. Leaning towards Joey they exchanged a few heated words.

Wanting those beautiful eyes back on her, April interrupted. “Can you make a strawberry daiquiri?”

It worked as Mojo reached out and took a long strand of her blonde hair between his fingers. “I’ll make anything you want, darlin’.”

April’s pussy tingled at the heated look. She ran her tongue over her lips shamefully.

Joey shook his head. “I’m going to Curt’s. Can I take your car?”

“Sure,” April said without looking at him. When she made no move to dig the keys out of her purse, Joey cleared his throat. “Oh, sorry,” she said and handed him the keys.

“You sure you’ll be okay until I get back?” he asked April.

“I’ll make sure no one bothers her,” Mojo answered.

“Yeah, and who’s gonna watch you?” Joey said.

“Hopefully, this little lady,” Mojo said with a wink.

“I’ll be fine,” April said, giving Joey a push towards the door. There was definitely something about the big man in front of her. She hadn’t felt this sexually attracted to someone in…in forever. April turned back to the bar. “Now, about that drink, sir.”

The bartender cupped her cheek from across the bar, and ran his thumb over her lips. Oh my.

“The name’s Mojo.”

April wondered if his name had something to do with his obviously mixed ethnicity. She could pick out the African American in him by the darker colour to his skin, but there was something else, something almost exotic about the large man. She couldn’t resist touching the tip of her tongue to the large digit as it continued to caress her lips. Mojo’s nostrils flared as he fed the whole thing into her mouth. April didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she readily sucked on the near-stranger’s thumb.

“Damn,” Mojo groaned. He leaned forward and replaced his hand with his mouth, delving his tongue inside.

Oh shit I’m in trouble. It was confirmed at the first brush of his tongue against hers. Breaking the kiss, April looked into Mojo’s black eyes. “You don’t seem like a Mojo. Is that your real name?”

“Nope. Name’s Morgan Jones, but no one calls me that except my lover.” Mojo’s black eyes twinkled. “Feel free to use the name if you want.”

Was he saying what she thought he was saying? Wait. “Did you just say you already have a lover?”

Mojo nodded. “His name’s Jasper and he’s hotter than hell. You’d like him.” He ran his hand down the column of her neck. “And he’d like you.”