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  Cupid's Kisses

  ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT

  Bobbie Russell

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  To Jamie Hill

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  Chapter One

  "Five hundred hours of community service and suspension of your driver's license until it's done.” Judge Blackbird slammed the gavel down.

  "Five hundred...?” Linc protested under his breath. “I wouldn't have gotten caught if that damned old biddy hadn't pulled out in front of me!"

  His lawyer, Harvey, tugged on his arm, trying to shut him up.

  "Old biddy, huh?” The judge looked down at him from behind thick spectacles. His gaze swung to the court reporter. “The Court retracts the sentence it just gave this young man."

  Linc's chest puffed up, feeling vindicated.

  "Mr. Parrish, the older citizens of our community should be revered, not blasphemed. Your license is suspended and you now have one thousand continuous hours of community service. At the Aviary."

  He pounded the gavel. “Case closed."

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  "This is a bird sanctuary?” Linc asked as his lawyer turned off the highway at Desert Springs and drove up and around the curved drive. Desert palms and a variety of flowering plants graced the front of a magnificent two-storied stucco house with tall white columns across the front. “I can hang out here for awhile. No sweat.” Harvey had explained that continuous service meant Linc had to stay there, but he had access to his cell phone and laptop, which were about all he needed to do his job.

  "You just don't get it, do you, Linc?” Harvey asked.

  "Get what? I only had a couple of drinks and was driving home minding my own business. I got a ticket because some old lady pulled out in front of me. Otherwise, the cops would never have checked my breath."

  "No, I mean about being here."

  Linc shrugged. “How hard will it be to watch a bunch of birds for a month or two?"

  Harvey laughed. “You're on your own, boy.” He tossed Linc's duffle on the ground beside the car. “Remember, no driving, and you're stuck here for the duration."

  "No problem. I've got it covered.” Linc picked up the duffle, slung his laptop strap over his shoulder and sauntered up the steps. “I can handle birds; it's that old bat who caused my problem."

  He walked into a foyer larger than his entire condo in Ventura Beach. All this for a bunch of birds? He shook his head, thinking some old lady with too much money must have left it all to her parakeet when she'd died. He didn't really have anything against old people. After all, he had a grandpa in a retirement home nearby, but shit ... Money like this could buy a good quarterback for the Forty-Niners football team.

  He bent over to look at a directory that was attached to the wall only about four feet off the floor. A hand slid across his butt, lingering where his legs met his crotch. He jerked upright, whirled around and then had to glance down to find the culprit.

  "Nice firm butt. Betcha got a lot of muscle under there.” A hunched-shoulder, old lady, not more than four feet tall, grinned lewdly up at him.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Copping a feel. Don't tell me you didn't like it?"

  "Oh sure. Every guy likes getting felt up by some ninety-year-old lady."

  "Seventy-three, and honey if I ain't dead, I still got working parts.” Her gaze slid over him, stopping at his crotch.

  "That's really gross.” He quickly looked around the entry, trying to figure things out. “Why is this directory so low?"

  "Have you noticed the residents? They're either short, in wheel chairs, or hunched over with age. How do you expect us to see it up at your altitude?"

  "Residents?” Linc asked, a horrible suspicion making its way to the front of his brain. “I didn't know birds could read?"

  The old lady snorted. “Birds? You must have been sent over by Judge Blackbird."

  "Yeah, so?"

  She laughed outright, shaking her head. “Gotta give Blackbird credit. You're not the first youngun who didn't know where he was going. Welcome to the Aviary.” She swept her arm in an arc to encompass the entire place. “A sanctuary for old birds and biddies, like myself.” She continued laughing as she walked toward a door in the centre of the far wall. “I'm Florence—just call me Flo—Campbell. Come on. I'll take you to Suni."

  Stunned, Linc followed her through the door and across a large open area awash with light from the windows on both sides. An area to one side held a television, piano and a couple of love seats and overstuffed chairs. Pink and white crepe paper streamers draped the archways and doors, and red paper hearts were taped haphazardly on the walls. Acid churned in Linc's stomach. Birds didn't celebrate Valentine's Day.

  "Don't know what Blacky was thinking, sending you here.” The old woman continued to mutter. “You're just exactly what she doesn't need.” She pointed to a door on the left and then kept moving. “There's the Eagle's Nest. Gotta go tell the gals. Fireworks are going to be happening arou
nd here for sure.” Her cackle carried as she shuffled across the open area and disappeared through another door.

  Linc turned. Suni Hart, Director, was engraved on a brass plaque centred on the oak door. He had the uneasy feeling he'd been dropped into the Twilight Zone, and reached for his cell phone to call Harvey to come back and get him.

  The door opened and a gorgeous Amazon practically ran him down. She had red hair and green eyes and was six foot tall if she was an inch.

  "Oh, I'm sorry,” she said, her voice deep and husky. It turned Linc on. She backed up a bit, then cocked her head at him.

  "Please don't tell me you're Lincoln Parrish?"

  He frowned. That wasn't the usual attitude women had around him.

  "Please don't tell me I'm stuck in an old folks’ home for the next month and a half.” It was beginning to dawn on him exactly why the judge had laughed when he gave Linc the sentence.

  Amazon sighed, then turned back to her office, muttering, “Lucas usually sends young punks. You look old enough to be naughty."

  Linc watched her hips sway as she walked away from him, her words causing an instant hard-on. She wore a long, wispy skirt that swished around her calves. Her trim ankles, all that he could see, only made him wonder about the rest, hidden beneath the skirt. He followed her into the office and closed the door behind him. She leaned against her desk, crossing her arms beneath large, heavy breasts that Linc longed to bury his face in. She rubbed her arms, as though warding off a chill. Linc thought the room was hot—at least with the way she was looking him up and down.

  "I'm Suni Hart, the director.” She turned slightly and picked up a folder from her desk. When she flipped it open, Linc noticed his name on the tab. “I'm surprised. I expected someone younger. Drinking and driving seems a little odd for someone your age. You should have known better."

  "I'm only thirty-one. Not exactly decrepit. I wouldn't have gotten caught if some old lady hadn't pulled out in front of me."

  She smiled, arching a brow. The temperature in the room notched up several degrees. “If you had that attitude in court, I understand why you're here now."

  "Why is a beautiful, young woman like you the administrator at a cuckoo's nest for old biddies?"

  "Mr. Parrish, I'd suggest you be careful how you address the Aviary and its residents. You might never get out of here.” Her words sounded serious, but when his gaze snapped back to hers, he found clear sexual interest in her eyes, as though the thought of him captive here turned her on. His balls tightened.

  She approached, slowly walking around him like she was inspecting a prize bull. Linc straightened to his full five foot, ten inch height. He'd done the same with women on occasion, but this was different. Her blatant appraisal had him wanting to whip out his cock for her to look at too, because he knew he had enough to satisfy.

  Although she didn't lay a hand on him, he felt her breath against the back of his neck. He kept his eyes forward, absorbing the intense pleasure of not knowing what she planned.

  "To answer your question, my uncle asked me to run the place. He thought it would help me with my ... addiction."

  "Well, it can't be drugs, since you have access to all the old b—senior citizens’ meds."

  "No, it's nothing illegal. I just have this ... attitude ... about ... sex."

  She had come back in front of him and her gaze fixed on his crotch.

  "Don't tell me you do it with old people. Fuck.” Linc shivered. There were some things even he couldn't imagine.

  "No, that's why my uncle thought being around them would keep me out of trouble. And I usually see young kids to work off their community service because I won't mess around with anyone underage."

  Linc was stuck on what she had said about a sex attitude. “Getting back to your attitude about sex?"

  She sighed, her breasts almost touching his chest. “I like it ... a lot."

  "So if it's not some dirty old man or cocksure teen, what do you consider the right age?"

  She did touch him then, her hand sliding up his thigh to cup him. “How old did you say you were?"

  Linc grabbed her against him, his mouth finding hers with the speed of light. She tasted like strawberries, wild and sweet. His hands slid over her ass and gathered up her skirt. He felt the thin strap of a thong. Other than that, her bare ass was warm and silky against his palms. He groaned.

  "If this is a test, I'm screwed,” he muttered, jerking off her sweater then pulling her skirt down to pool at her feet. Her breasts were just as full and heavy as he'd imagined, and with a flick of his wrist, her bra fell to the floor. He buried his face in the twin mounds that jiggled in front of him.

  Her hands were on his trousers, and a minute later he was naked. “This is just between you and me. It has nothing to do with your community service, court, or the residents.” She pulled away, standing tall and almost naked in front of him and he groaned. His cock jerked and grew as though stretching toward her cunt; smelling, as he could, the sweet scent of arousal. She put her thumbs under the edge of her thong but didn't take it off. It was a tease. “Is that understood?"

  He thought to test her. He could tell by her glazed eyes and panting breath that she wanted it bad. He circled his cock and stroked, rubbing his thumb across the head to feel a drop of cum. She licked her lips. “Fucking you won't reduce my community service?"

  She shook her head adamantly, her gaze never leaving his cock. Her breath was harsh. Damn, she was hot for him. Still...

  "It won't increase it either?"

  Her gaze shot to his, a frown marring her beauty. “I told you this is between you and me. Nothing more, nothing less."

  "Just sex?"

  "Just fucking.” The way she said the word turned him on, big time. He released his cock, grabbed his pants and dug a condom out of his wallet.

  She stepped closer. “On the couch. Let me do that.” She held out her hand and he noticed it trembled.

  He moved to the couch and sat. She came and stood before him then slowly dragged her thong down her long legs, stepping out of it. She slid her hands up her legs, over her thighs to stop at her hips. Linc's gaze locked on her pussy as she spread her female lips to reveal a pearly clit surrounded by soft pink. And it was already wet and glistening. His muscles tightened and his cock jerked when she touched herself.

  "You like?” she whispered.

  Damn, he'd never had a woman look at him like she wanted to devour him whole.

  "I'm new here. You'll have to tell me what my duties are."

  She smiled. “I'd rather show you.” She knelt between his legs, her hands sliding up his thighs. Then she bent and took him in her mouth.

  Linc's head fell back against the couch, his hips rearing to meet her as she sucked him deep. Her tongue swirled around the head then flicked across the opening. He reached down to caress her bare shoulders and she swatted his hands away.

  "Don't touch me. I'll come if you do.” The words were muttered against his throbbing cock as she licked the underside from base to tip.

  "You? Fuck, baby, you have me on the edge now."

  In answer, she nipped the tip of him, then licked, the pleasure-pain catapulting him to a new level.

  Linc liked giving his partners control once in a while, but this wasn't one of those times. He grabbed her under the arms, pulling her up his length until she lay against his chest.

  "Next time, you can suck me dry if you want. Right now, I want in your hot, wet cunt."

  She gave him that smile. “How do you know I'm wet?"

  "I can smell you.” He bent his head to lick across her breasts. Her nipples were deep rose and pebbled. “I can see you.” He slid his hands down the backs of her thighs and spread her legs to the outside of his. “I can feel you. You're dripping for me.” He lifted his leg slightly and she rubbed herself against it. Oh, yeah, she was wet and ready.

  She sat on his thighs, reaching down to roll on the condom. He was stiff and so hard he thought he would burst any secon
d, but she just smiled, sliding a red-painted nail across his tip. Even through the latex, he felt her.

  "You're killing me."

  She glanced up at him. “You have such an attitude, Mr. Parrish."

  He grinned, lifting her hips. She was tight, but she was also wet and hot, and he had no trouble ramming all the way. His groan mingled with hers.

  "Fast or slow?” She gasped the words as she began to move on him.

  "You're the boss.” He cupped her breasts, squeezing the nipples between his fingers. It was all she needed.

  Propping her hands on his shoulders, her hips gyrated against his. Each time she came down, she ground against him, rubbing her sweet spot against his groin. Her heavy breasts swung directly in front of him and he latched onto a nipple, sucking, nibbling, flicking it with his tongue and she went crazy. He kept his gaze on her face, loving the way a woman looked in the throes of passion. He enjoyed making a woman come as much as he enjoyed coming himself.

  Linc had never been one to passively fuck, and she seemed to be having all the fun. His hand slid down her stomach, his thumb slipping between her curls to find her clit. It was hard and swollen and the minute he touched it, she reared back, her nipple popping from his mouth.

  "Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, pounding him harder and harder. She jerked, moaned, then stopped. He felt her come, her lips squeezing, her cunt barely covering the tip of him. The sensations of her nipping his cock head sent him over the edge.

  Linc saw stars. At the exact moment he came, his cock swelling as it discharged, she slid down his length and stopped. Never in his life had a woman made him come like that. His body jerked, his cock throbbing and her cunt squeezing him for what seemed an eternity.

  When he could breathe again, he mentally swore. What the hell had he been thinking, fucking the woman who was technically his parole officer? He opened his eyes but stared at the ceiling, not sure he wanted to meet her gaze. She lifted off him then expertly took care of the condom. That brought his gaze down.

  She gave him a satisfied smile as she trailed her finger along his now naked but still very sensitive cock. “Thank you,” she said, turning, then bending over, legs spread, to give him a spectacular view of her ass and pussy as she picked up her skirt.