The Border (Power of the Dog, #3)

by Don Winslow

It’s been Eddie’s experience that the hottest women are the worst in bed. Maybe, he thinks, because they feel that the bestowal of their beauty is gift enough and they don’t have to put in any effort beyond the makeup and hair. Eva Barrera is no exception. She looks great. A genuine California ten on the looks scale but maybe a three in the skills department. She gives Eddie the obligatory opening blow-job action, but she does it like she’s sucking on a lemon; her face gets this sour look, and her tongue stays on the bench the whole time, just will not get in the game. Eddie finally gets tired of it, flips her over and says, “I can’t wait any longer, I’m dying” (of boredom) and prongs her. He’s had more of an enthusiastic reaction from his right hand. Eva makes that babe in V-Ville look like Stormy Daniels, she lies there with this aren’t you lucky look on her face, like some Mayan virgin about to be lobbed into a volcano. Which Eddie would be willing to do, if there were any handy volcanos in Solana Beach. It pisses him off. He takes pride in his ability to give a woman a good time, his work has received rave reviews from a wide variety of amateurs and professionals, and Eva here is acting like she’s getting a mildly pleasurable pedicure.