Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Of course not,” Ida Sue admonishes. “Marigold, honey, you’re my youngest. You have dreams and things you want to experience. You’re not ready for a baby.”
“Oh…” she murmurs. “So there really is nothing in Bat-Boy’s drink?”
“Well, nothing to make his soldiers attack,” Ida Sue clarifies, just as I take another drink.
“Mom,” Marigold says, getting my attention. “What’s in it”
I have another drink of the juice in my mouth and suddenly I’m afraid to swallow.
“Nothing much, honey.”
“Mom—”
“We have zero trust between us, Marigold. Have you noticed that?”
“Tell me,” she urges, as some of the juice trickles down my throat and I’m left struggling not to either spit it out or swallow it down.
“I just slipped some herbs and roots in there,” Ida Sue grumbles.
Herbs and roots?
“They may not work, there’s no actual proof it will,” Ida Sue says and now I’m leaning toward spitting the drink out.
“What’s it supposed to do,” Marigold presses and I swear her voice sounds like a rabid dog getting ready to attack. Can it be that bad?”
“I’m worried about you, baby. I’m not sure AC is natural…”
“Natural?” my woman echoes the thoughts in my head. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
“He could hurt you,” her mother utters, under her breath.
“Slater would never hurt me,” she says, her voice absolute. I finally give up and swallow the damn juice, hugging her to me.
“Damn straight.”
“I don’t mean like that. I don’t know AC but I’m pretty sure he’s a good guy.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“So, what did you do?”
“I put some herbs in there that have been rumored to…”
“To what?” I thunder, getting worried—especially since I’ve had two drinks of the stuff. “I didn’t taste anything weird in there.”
“Well, you wouldn’t. The stuff I added don’t really have taste.”
“What does it do? Stop beating around the bush.”
“Lord, you’re a broken record, Marigold.”
“What does it do,” Jansen asks, and he’s grinning which makes me worry way more than I was before.
“It’s supposed to shrink the size of a man’s tallywhacker,” she finally confesses.
I look at the glass of juice in my hand like it has suddenly grown a head and is laughing at me because it’s slowly poisoning my dick. Marigold must have a similar reaction because she knocks it out of my hand. My plate of eggs and bacon are overrun by poisoned orange juice that runs over onto the table.
“Don’t drink that!” Marigold demands, her voice full of horror.
I can’t reply. I’m too busy remembering I had two very large swallows. My gaze moves to Jansen who has his head thrown back, laughing.
“Lovey you may have just got yourself out of hot water,” the bastard says, only laughing harder when I pin him with a hateful look.
“Let’s get out of here,” Marigold says, holding my hand tightly and practically pushing me off the bench.
“Hey! Where are you going? You need to clean this mess up,” Ida Sue yells.
“I’m not touching it and you leave my boyfriend’s dick alone. It’s perfect the way it is!”
If I wasn’t so worried my penis was shrinking at this very moment, I’d stop and kiss my woman. As it is, I let her lead me out of the kitchen, her dad’s laughter still ringing in my ears.
Looks like the guys on the team was right. Life with Marigold Lucas is never going to be boring.
CHAPTER 25
Marigold
Two Weeks Later
“Do you think it’s smaller? It looks smaller, doesn’t it?”
I stretch out on Slater’s bed, looking at the crazy man staring at his dick in the mirror. I’m on day three of vacation and operation let Bat-Boy destroy me for any other man. The two of us have spent most of the last two weeks together, actually. Although, we’ve been at his place instead of Mom’s. Neither one of us are ready to relive that nightmare again. Besides, I’m pretty sure Jansen’s busy proving that Mom doesn’t need a substitute in the bedroom, and no girl wants to be around when their parents are doing that kind of thing.
It’s so working.
Of course, he’s terrified Mom’s crazy concoction has done some kind of permanent damage to the length of his cock. Yet, he’s kind of cute even when he’s doing that, so I don’t mind so much.
“You didn’t feel any different inside me,” I offer. “Still fucking spectacular,” I practically purr, as I stretch.
I’m a little sore between my legs, so I’m not lying. I’m also wet, proving that I may never get enough of Slater Daniels in this lifetime. Slater thankfully turns away from the mirror and comes over to lay on the bed with me. I swear, the man has a king size bed and yet the minute he gets in it with me, it’s like he swallows all the space. He pulls me into his arms, and I drape my leg over his hip so that I’m closer. My hands glide against his strong chest, moving down to his abdomen.