Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
A weird look crossed over his face but was gone before I could examine it further.
“Do you want to eat in bed, or do you want to go to the kitchen?” he asked.
I looked at the bed and wondered if I could deal with crumbs for the rest of the night.
I must’ve studied the bed too long because before I could tell him an answer, he was up and moving, whipping a sheet off the shelf in my closet and unfolding it. Moments later, he was spreading it out on the bed and then reaching for the food.
I spied my usual and reached for it, happy to see that he’d gotten two of the tacos.
But then I saw a new taco that looked fairly good and reached for that one as well.
He sat down on the bed across from me and waited until I’d made my selections, and then started reaching for his own.
He peeled open the foil and took a bite, groaning right along with me as I expressed my pleasure at the taste.
“This is good. I can see why you like it,” he exclaimed. “How’d you find the place?”
I waited until I was finished with my bite before saying, “My dad’s business took me there. Plus, that’s where Janie lives now.”
“Janie the crazy girl who always had her nose stuck in the computer?” he asked. “The one with the just as crazy best friend?”
I laughed. “That’d be her. Her best friend’s name is Kayla. She lives down there now, too.”
He grunted. “One of my club brothers, Rome, has a good friend that’s the chief of police down there. His name is Tyler. Know him?”
I nodded my head. “He’s married to Reagan, another one of our band of misfits.”
He took another bite of his food. “She lived in the compound with you.”
The compound where I’d lived growing up, where my father still lived, hadn’t always been considered a compound. But, when my father and his team retired one by one from the Army, they built a line of duplexes on some land so that they could all live near each other. Over time, they’d built it into the compound that it was today.
“Yep,” I agreed, licking my fingers free of the sauce that had leaked out of my taco.
So. Fucking. Good.
A growl had me looking up, and I smiled at the tortured look on Hoax’s face.
“You’re driving me mad.” He laughed. “Did you know your pig’s still laying in the bathroom?”
His change of subject had me smiling. He didn’t want to be thinking about sex.
Either the food was too good, or he was looking out for my welfare.
Either possibility made me like him even more.
“He’ll lay there until the water’s evaporated,” I told him. “He really, really likes the water.”
“I’m getting that,” he stated as he took a bite of his next taco.
My brows rose as I watched him eat the street taco in two bites. It took me at least four.
“You have a big mouth,” I told him.
He chewed and watched me. “I have a normal size mouth. You just take dainty little bites and eat slowly because you’re basking in the taste of your food. It’s killing me.”
I looked down at his jeans and couldn’t miss the bulge there.
Just the memory of how he’d felt inside of me had me squirming.
His eyes went to my chest where my nipples were hard behind his soft tee, and I smiled.
“Let me finish,” I told him, holding up a finger.
He didn’t miss the meaning.
Our conversation dragged on as we practically demolished each and every taco he bought. And he reluctantly allowed me to share his dessert tacos.
He was right.
They were good.
I was still munching on mine, so full I could barely stand it, when he put what we didn’t eat away in the fridge.
Once the last bite of my dessert taco made it into my mouth, he swept the sheet off the bed and folded it in on itself as to not drop any crumbs, then dropped it into my laundry basket.
He then followed that up with picking up all the clothes that I always managed to miss getting into the basket.
I licked my fingers as I watched him bend over and pick up a dirty pair of socks.
“Does my messiness drive you crazy?” I teased.
He dropped the socks into the bin before turning to me, a look of concentration on his face.
“No,” he admitted. “I’m just trying not to look at you while you suck on your fingers. You’re making my dick so hard that it’s nearly painful.”
I licked clean my last finger and made sure to take my time as I did.
“Your head still hurt?” he rumbled.
I nodded. “But not enough that I can’t do things that’ll be jarring.”
He reached behind him and grasped the collar of his shirt before shrugging it off his shoulders.