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)
That isn’t at all intimidating, I thought sarcastically.
The hot-pink bikini she wore was by far the least revealing out of the three, although her boobs were bigger than the other two. She had them covered up for the most part. I had a feeling that was a Micah requirement. He was likely to murder any man who looked her way for longer than a second. Which had to be difficult for the other men because I was a heterosexual woman and I could admit that Dolly was hot.
She noticed me from the raft she was floating on in the water and waved at me. Her friendly smile instantly eased me. Pepper hadn’t returned to the room, and she wasn’t out here yet, it seemed.
“I made a pitcher of my margaritas!” Goldie called out. “Come get you a glass.”
Alcohol would be helpful. Especially if they pushed for me to get in the hot tub or pool. That would require I take off the clothing. Dolly made curves look sexy, but I wasn’t so sure I would do the same. I wasn’t overweight exactly, but my butt had always been an issue for me. I’d embraced my boobs when it was clear that boys—okay, fine, Rome—liked them. He’d liked them a lot back when I was young, of course. My bottom was also something he’d liked, but that had been the teenage version of it. There were dimples now—and not just the two on my lower back, right above it. There were a couple on it.
Why didn’t Pepper own a bathing suit that covered one’s entire ass?
Goldie had hopped up and was already pouring me a glass when I reached them. She held it out to me. “Warning: it is strong, but”—she nodded her head in the direction of the bonfire—“when they get rowdy, it is a requirement.”
I took the glass, ready to down it in hopes that it’d help boost my self-confidence enough for me to take off my clothing.
“Also, you look fucking hot,” Goldie added with a grin, her eyes darting back over toward the bonfire. “I have a hundy on Lick being the first one over here. Nina has a hundy on Tex.”
I bit back a groan. I felt like I was in a pageant that I had no chance of placing in, yet I had a cheering squad who was clueless to that fact. They’d both be let down. The brief glance I did, I saw no less than three topless females with bottoms on that had less fabric than Nina’s.
“I need a refill,” Nina said, holding out her glass, then looked at me. “Take off the clothes and get in. The pool water is warm enough, but the hot tub feels better.”
I dropped my gaze to the glass in my hand and figured I might as well get this one down and get a second. “Let me drink enough first,” I told her, then began to gulp. I stopped, realizing that Goldie hadn’t been joking. There was more tequila than mix in this margarita, and my eyes watered as I choked.
Goldie chuckled. “I warned you.”
“Please tell me you don’t need liquid courage to take off your clothes. If I had your tits and ass, I might strip down to nothing but what the strippers are wearing,” Nina informed me.
Goldie let out a bark of laughter. “I’d love to see that. Jars would leave a pile of dead bodies on the ground before he got close enough to cover you up.”
Nina smirked and turned to wiggle her butt at us, but I realized she was pointing at a tattoo, which had the Judgment logo from their vests and said Property of Jars just above where the swell of her bottom started. Wow. Okay then…she’d been marked permanently. On her skin. Claiming to be a man’s property. Why would she have done that?
“He had it put there. No one else is gonna be stupid enough to look,” she said, then strutted back over to the hot tub with her drink.
Goldie laughed and rolled her eyes.
“I take it, you don’t have a Property of Brick then?”
“Oh, yeah. I do,” she replied, then turned to show me.
There it was. Just like Nina’s, but with Brick’s name.
I swung my gaze over to Dolly, who was watching us with an amused look. She shook her head without me even asking.
“Micah doesn’t like the idea of me in pain,” she said with a small shrug.
“Correction,” Nina called out from the hot tub, “he said—and I quote—‘I won’t allow anything to mar Tink’s perfect skin. She’s mine. She wears my cut. But her sweet skin stays untouched.’ ”
Dolly’s cheeks pinkened, but the happiness that radiated from her was clear to anyone who looked at her.
“He had Tink tattooed over his heart instead,” Goldie added. “That’s his name for her, if you haven’t heard him call her that. Says she’s his brunette Tinker Bell or some weird shit.”