Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Amethyst warned me that you’d do this. That you always do it.”
The cold twenty-ounce bottle almost made my mouth water as I pulled it out.
“She said that you’d fuck me, then toss me to the side,” Nixie continued.
Sighing, I opened my water, then took a long drink. This wouldn’t be enough. I’d need two or three before I was sated, but, God, this was good.
“Are you not going to respond? Just ignore me? After you fucked my mouth, ass, and pussy last night? I even licked Coco’s snatch for you, and I don’t like eating pussy. But I did it because you wanted me to.”
I paused. She had gone down on Coco. I’d forgotten that.
“You seemed to enjoy it enough,” I replied, finally able to swallow without wincing.
“I enjoyed you watching me!”
I took another long drink, then finally turned to look at her. She stood with her hands on her narrow hips and chest stuck out, as if her double D’s on that skinny-ass frame of hers would go unnoticed. Why did women think flashing men their tits would fix everything? Sure, I liked tits, but I’d been in this business long enough that I’d seen hundreds of them. Hell, maybe thousands. And honestly, I wasn’t a big fan of the massive hard balls on her chest. She was tall, thin, tanned from hours spent in a tanning bed, and looked like she might be in danger of tipping forward from the weight of her tits. I mean, they had to be the heaviest part of her body.
“Listen, Nix, you’re getting all worked up and acting like you’re my fucking ole lady and can bitch at me. But, darlin’, you ain’t. I won’t ever have an ole lady. I won’t ever be in a relationship. You can either be okay with it and I’ll fuck you when I’m in the mood for you or not. You are one of several I fuck at the moment.”
Her eyes widened.
Had she really thought I was just fucking her? Damn, she was naive. And I was surprised Katnis hadn’t said something at work about my taking her last time I had been in town. I’d gotten hard, watching her onstage, and met her in the back when she was done. She had let me take her while Grinder watched, then turned and let him sink into her cunt.
“I was on the back of your bike last night,” she said shakily, as if that held some meaning.
I smirked and took another long gulp of water, finishing off the bottle. After I tossed it into the recycling crate, I cut my eyes back at her. “Don’t mean shit to me. Lots of bitches been on the back of my bike. First one I put on it was the only one who meant something. Lost her, and then the rest were just passengers. Nothing more.” The words came out cold and without me thinking about it. I never admitted that shit.
The jealousy that contorted her otherwise pretty face made it clear she didn’t like hearing that there had been one female to make me want more. She quickly masked her reaction, and a smile that I was sure was meant to be sultry curled over her lips.
Shit. What the fuck was she doing now?
“So, there was one,” she said, sauntering toward me. “You can want just one. That heart of yours isn’t as nonexistent as you let on.”
I held up a hand and shook my head. “That was a fucking long time ago. I grew up. Got the taste of a lot of pussy. I like a buffet now,” I told her, then pointed at the door. “I want a shower, and it is time for you to go. Leave.” My tone left little room for argument.
I could see the flicker of disappointment in her eyes before her expression morphed into something else. As if I had challenged her and she was ready to take me on.
“Get out,” I snarled through clenched teeth, no longer even attempting not to be an ass about it.
She flinched, then stalked over to her thong, pasties, and stilettos and snatched them off the floor before strutting naked to my door. When she shot me a look to see if I was going to protest at her threat to walk out of my room, naked, I wanted to laugh. She danced naked on a fucking pole for a living. I didn’t care if she walked around downtown Miami naked.
Opening up my second bottle of water, I nodded at the door. “Lock it on your way out, yeah,” I said, then started drinking it down.
She called me a son of a bitch under her breath, as if I couldn’t hear it, but I didn’t acknowledge her with a correction. My mom had nothing to do with my sins. She’d been a saint.