Hot Addiction

I'm Trade, and I have a foul mouth. I also have a very skilled mouth, and I have no problem showing off either. Women have a thing for "the bad boy". I play that part well, only I play it dirtier. There's not much going on in my small town of Mohave, that is, until you walk in. You. You toss me a sexy smile and strut that A+ ass my way, and now I'm wondering what those high heels you're balancing on will feel like digging into my back while I'm between your thighs.

I'm Coe, and I do three things fast and hard: driving, drinking, and pleasuring women. But I gave up drinking - and drugs - a couple years ago. Which left more time to peruse the other two hobbies of mine. Because racing and women are the only things that free me from a past that still haunts me. That is, until you.

I’m Kade. I’ve been in the US military for 10 years and work at the base in the middle of the desert. I leave on the weekends and go to the only small town for 50 miles, which is where I met: You. You’re sexy and fierce and curse as sweetly as you kiss. I know this because you couldn’t keep that hot little mouth off of me last weekend. You have a thing for guys in uniform, and I’m happy to oblige you. Because you also have a thing for tattoos. I know that as well because I can still see your teeth marks on my chest next to all the ink.