Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
There’s no hesitation for my best friend’s glare to find mine. “You really wanna pull this shit when I was just in yours two hours ago?”
Redness instantly cakes my face.
I’d never done that before.
I’d never done anything even fucking close.
Thought about it?
Yeah.
Fantasized about it?
More fucking times than I can count.
And now that it’s happened…cargodshearmenow…I wanna do that shit again.
Despite being sore…I fucking wanna go another lap.
Or four.
Fuck, I don’t know if my ass can handle that many in a day.
I’m honestly still feeling the first, just like he promised.
Nolan’s stern expression deepens to the point it overpowers mine into looking downward.
Elsewhere.
Not only was he in my ass, he was telling me he loved me.
Making me do the same.
Maybe Garcia does know him.
But he doesn’t fucking know him.
I let my guilty gaze drift over to Bunny who’s tilted head and sardonic stare might as well be a flashing fucking yellow. “Oh no, don’t mind me. I’m just the woman in the room who might not live to see another birthday while you’re busy throwing a stupid fucking tantrum about someone being too close to your boyfriend on yours.”
My shoulders fall in tandem with my meek apology. “Sorry.”
“Stop being fucking sorry about this shit, Kid, and be different.”
“What do you fucking want from me?” Gravitating over to the empty couch space beside her effortlessly occurs. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“What? Be hunted by a killer?” She sassily snaps. “’Cause I’ve had plenty of fucking practice. Need tips?”
“How to be a…boyfriend.” I fix the cushion and lean back against it. “How to not be fuckin’ jealous all the damn time. How to not show that I’m jealous. I’ve never had this problem. I’ve never…dated…someone – or someones – for it to be a problem. This whole…relationship thing…is a…foreign fucking model to me. And it’s manual? It’s in a language that I don’t know how to fuckin’ read! And to make it worse?! I don’t even know if there’s a version of it in a language I do read! I’m doin’ my best to recalibrate my shit, baby, I really am, but,” my hand is thoughtlessly thrown in the air, “I’m gonna need a little more time to figure shit out and fix the drivability complaints.”
To no surprise, her neck cranes forward on a croaked, “What?”
“I think he’s trying to say cut him some slack,” Garcia unexpectedly chimes in at the same time he stands back up. “He’s young and dumb and in love. The shit’s confusing. And hard. And even harder when there’s three of you, so he’s still trying to figure it out.”
“I don’t need you to fucking translate for me.”
“Nah, but Rabbit did,” Nolan sweetly teases during their stroll over.
“Forgive me for being able to play with tools yet not understand them.”
Chuckles leave everyone else prompting the corner of my lip to curl upward.
“You know my specs better than anyone fucking else, Kid,” my boyfriend lovingly announces prior to folding his arms firmly across his chest. “Trust. Them.”
I should.
I’ve always been able to in the past.
And…he hasn’t given me any reason not to put my faith in ‘em now.
Why am I questioning everything all the time?
Is that normal?
Is this shit some sort of road test that I’m failing?
Epically failing.
Getting my ASE was fucking easier than this.
“Would it help to know that I don’t wanna fuck him?” Garcia casually asks, calling my attention in his direction. “Would it help to know that I’ve never wanted to fuck him?”
It’s impossible to stop curiosity from revving its engine. “Why not?”
“Not my type.”
“Not into bestiality?” Bunny impishly taunts prompting him to lightly chuckle and our boyfriend to glare. “It’s definitely not for everyone.”
“Changing subjects,” Garcia announces while sliding his hands into his workout pants pockets. “We didn’t find any cameras or other recording devices and the machine didn’t pick up on any either. What about you two?”
“Clear,” my girlfriend and I retort in unison.
“Good.” Our attorney slowly nods. “That means the apartment is still the safest territory for the time being.”
Bunny begins toying with the jewelry in her mouth, obviously objecting to the statement.
“How the fuck did this shit happen?” I quickly question as I scoot closer to wrap an arm protectively around her shoulder. “You two watched him get on the plane, the damn thing takeoff, and then you,” my eyes twitch a glare to Garcia, “had ‘contacts’ verifying shit. What happened? They get paid off? You lie about being the mighty, all powerful Halicki?”
His eyebrows pinch together in clear confusion. “Who?”
“You don’t know who Halicki is?! The original on-screen car god?!”
“And that’s why he’s not my type.” Nolan slyly winks.
“Don’t get all uppity, Daniel Tiger. You don’t know who Boston is,” our girlfriend good naturedly goads in return.
“I know it’s a city!”
“It’s also a band!”
“And that’s why she’s my type,” he proudly chuckles.