Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“What did you say?” she asks, moving around to reposition herself. All it does is open her shirt more, and her skirt lifts up closer to where I’m dying to get my mouth between.
“Nothing that can’t wait. You wanna tell me why you had this elaborate lie of working at a college bar instead of being truthful?” I open a can of worms, figuring if we get this out of the way, we can move on to the next part, and then we can end tonight an entirely different way.
“Oh, I don’t know. Probably because between Asher, you, and everyone else, I’d get the judgment that was written on your face when you barged into the club tonight. Then there’s the fact that I needed money and didn’t want it thrown in my face, namely by my father’s wife, or to have another payment to make monthly. I have my reasons, and they’re damn good, too. The other shit that happened tonight, I’ll be completely honest, I have no idea. I steered clear of the backrooms; I dance the stage and only the stage. The backroom is for others, not for me. Mitch tried to have me do a hell of a lot more. We argued, he tried to brow beat me, I stood my ground, and all I had to do was breathe a hint of quitting for him to back off.” Kennedy is a wealth of information, getting it all out in the open, and for that, I’m thankful. The truth of the matter is I’m tempted to turn this car around, find Mitch, and give him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe I’ll make a call to the jail, ask to put him in general population. There are a lot of inmates in there who don’t take lightly to pressuring women into doing things they don’t like or sex trafficking. Fuck. They’d do the job of tearing him apart for me. Her getting this out also means the bad part of the night is about to be over. “Now, I can tell you the other guy… Shit, what’s his name.”
“DeMarco?” I interrupt.
“Maybe, dark hair and beard, thick waist?”
“That’s him,” I confirm.
“He’s never there. Except tonight and last night. We stayed open an extra two hours. I’d never been so excited to see my car. Other than that, all I did was pay my fee, dance my sets, and leave as quickly as I could.” I tuck that tidbit of information away for later when I write my report.
“What about lap dances?” I take one last turn. This question is probably going to piss her off, but my last fuck to give is long gone. Kennedy Fontaine has me by the balls, and she damn well knows it.
“Why, going to pay me to sit on your lap and give you a certain Valentine’s present every man at the club wanted, Trent?” she tosses out, wiggling in her seat. I didn’t tighten her handcuffs as much as I would have others. It seems Kennedy is still just as flexible as ever as well as double jointed.
“Fuck yeah, but let’s get one thing straight, Kennedy.” I pull into my driveway, park my police-issued car behind my truck, and slam the gear into Park. She has her arms in front of her, wiggling her wrists up in the air, not even bothering to grab my hoodie.
“What’s that?” she asks. I don’t bother replying right away. The next thing I have to say will be face to fucking face. I’m laying it all out on the line, no more holding back, and no more hiding.
I knife out of the car more than ready to get to Kennedy. I can grab my shit later. I already stowed my helmet, gun, and bulletproof vest in the trunk after talking to Chase. My pace doubles as I round the hood of the car, then open the door to the backseat and help Kennedy out.
“The only man you’ll ever dance for again is me, the only Valentine you’ll have is me, the only man you'll ever have inside you is me. I’m your beginning, your middle, and your motherfucking end.” I grab her lithe body, picking her up by the back of her thighs then wedging my hips between hers, and hold the fuck on as I take her mouth. The minute my mouth lands on hers, she settles in, hands digging in my hair, holding on, and seeking me out with her tongue. I set the pace, feeling her pussy grind down on my cock. Her heat, her scent, her soft little moans I’m swallowing are only making me want Kennedy more. I’m about to rip her barely-there clothes off and take her with my mouth, my fingers, and my cock.
“Trent.” Her voice vibrates against my chest, nipples brushing along my shirt. Those damn star stickers have got to fucking go. My mouth waters thinking about wrapping my lips around the pebbled tips. I grind my cock along the seam of her slit.