Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Really?” I ask, picking up a discarded jacket from her floor placing it on a hook by her door.
“Yeah. Monster and his crew are back from a run.”
I jab a finger over my shoulder and lie on her bed, my head on her legs. “Pretty sure I just met him.”
“Did he grab your pussy?”
“Ew, no.” I scrunch my nose and pinch her thigh.
“Ow!” She laughs, smacking my hand away. “He’s a pervert with zero boundaries.”
If the grubby cunt grabbed me there, I’d punch him in the throat. “Is that why they call him Monster?”
A filthy smirk tilts her lips. She shakes her head and leans down, opening a drawer in her bedside dresser.
I lean up to see what she’s doing, and my eyes ping wide. “What the fuck is that?” I screech, jumping up and away from her swirling a mammoth giant dildo.
“Monster cock!” she cackles, holding her gut and laughing. “He had these made and gave them out as gifts.”
“No fucking way.” I shiver.
She bends in half, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Have you used that?” I grimace.
“Fuck no. My coochie couldn’t handle that horse cock.” She snorts.
“Why did you keep it?” I tease, throwing a cushion at her. She bats it away with the dildo, and I crack up. “Seriously, though, why the hell did you keep that?”
“I use it to kill spiders.” She shrugs like that’s an entirely normal thing to do. I love her.
“Fuck those spiders.” I nod my head.
“Exactly.” She slaps the dildo against her hand, making a clapping sound. “I might fuck someone else tonight,” she says, her laughter lines ironing out. “Show him, you know?” The aura of the room shifts, a somber note eclipsing the humor.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Kit. Could hurt you more than him.” I move across her bed and tug her to me, hugging her. “He doesn’t deserve you.” She burrows into my hold, and we lay there with Keg between our hips.
“Will you let me do your hair and makeup for tonight?” she asks, brushing her fingers through my auburn strands.
“As long as I don’t end up with purple or pink hair, sure.”
“Green?” she teases, and I smile, content lying next to her. You never really know how much you need someone until you find them and can’t bear the thought of losing them.
“Did you put that cock away?” I ask, squished up beside her.
We both burst into a fit of giggles.
Yeah, losing her would suck.
Kitty wasn’t kidding about the party being a big one. Music pounds through the compound, pulsating the walls. People are everywhere, drinking or fucking. It’s like rules don’t matter here. Kitty is surrounded by scary-ass-looking bikers, cleaning them out at a card table.
“Fuck,” Green bellows, throwing his cards down and kicking his brother’s leg. “I told you I shouldn’t play against her.”
Tim shrugs and struts away like it’s not his problem. Kitty scoops up her winnings and tucks a twenty down the front of Green’s shirt. “Buy yourself something pretty,” she croons.
He throws it back at her. “Twenty minutes with you, pretty thing.” A giant arm swings past her head, a fist landing with a crunch on Green’s nose. His body flops to the floor at her feet making her bark a laugh.
“Thanks, Grease, but I can take care of myself.”
He flexes his hand. “I know.” I don’t mention that fighting is only supposed to happen in the ring. Instead, I help Kitty grab her cash.
The blonde triplets are taking their turns on the pole. Daddy’s up front and center, with Rose on his lap, her giant baby bump poking out the bottom of her shirt.
“Those assholes bought me my Jeep. They just keep giving me their cash.” Kitty beams, getting to the bar and counting out her winnings.
“What’s your secret?” I ask, putting up two fingers to Diamond. She’s helping out behind the bar tonight.
“Math.” Kitty winks, then shoves the wedge of cash into my hand.
“What the fuck?” I jerk back.
“You helped by distracting them. Your tits fill that top out way more than mine ever could. Keep it too.”
“I’m not taking your money.” I thrust it back at her and wave a hand down myself. “You’ve done enough for me. I’m once again wearing your clothes, and drinking on your dime.” I hold up the glass Diamond just filled. A shrill cackle sends my hairs raising.
Georgina’s all over Callan, laughing, throwing her head back and forth like a mechanical bull. I wonder what he’s giving her to keep her mouth shut about who I am. And why he’s now keeping the secret too.
She whispers something into his ear and lingers there. My fist clenches around the glass.
“Let’s do shots,” Kitty says, trying to distract me.
“Let’s not,” I retort. She’s had more than enough, and her mindset is fragile. She’ll end up doing something she regrets or crying all night.