Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
“Wick!”
“Yeah?” the older Dark Knight muttered as he made his way down the bar.
He slammed a hand on the scratched and nicked bar top. “Gimme a whiskey!”
Wick’s expression pinched. “Took a whole fuckin’ bottle with you.”
“Yeah? And now I wanna shot or two from another bottle. Why the fuck you questionin’ me?”
“‘Cause I can,” was the bartender’s answer.
Romeo shook his head. The attitude he wanted from a woman was the attitude he was getting from Wick, instead.
However, he had no desire to fuck Wick. Romeo’s club brother would need much bigger tits and to shave the goatee off his face. Not to mention, he’d need a plump pussy that could take a good pounding.
When a full shot glass was slammed on the bar in front of him, some of the whiskey spilled over the edge. “Jack. Double. Neat,” Wick announced before sauntering to the other end of the bar.
After downing it in one swallow, Romeo swiped the back of his hand across his mouth before drawing his fingers over his beard to make sure there weren’t any droplets clinging to his pride and joy.
He might no longer be able to grow a full head of hair, but his thick facial hair made up for it. It made a good partner with his tongue when he was tickling a woman between her plump thighs.
It was a tight fit when Coral sidled up to him by squeezing her big hips between him and the patron on the next stool.
His hand automatically went to the sweet butt’s ass where he had no problem getting a good grip. “What’s up, chica?”
Maybe he should’ve invited Coral into his bed tonight. She was the spiciest Puerto Rican he’d ever known. And that was saying something since most Boricuas were spicy as fuck.
Only she wasn’t down with threesomes. She’d do it if told but would make her displeasure known often and loud. For him, it wasn’t worth the fucking heartburn.
However, she was a pro with her mouth and if he couldn’t find anyone else to get him off tonight, he could always get her to give him head. And maybe even a quickie against a wall.
The night was young, though, so he had time to decide on his next course of action.
She dug her sharply pointed nails into the back of his neck causing his dick to take notice. “Where’s Tink and CeeCee?”
And now his dick went back into hibernation mode. “You ask them?”
“No.”
“Then why you askin’ me? I look like I fuckin’ work in an information booth?”
“Because they left with you, Rome.”
He beat back his irritation. “So?”
Coral sighed.
He grabbed her chin and twisted her head towards him. “You just fuckin’ sigh at me?”
Without even a hesitation… “Sure did.”
He released her chin. “Go get me another whiskey. Double. Neat.”
“I know how you like your whiskey.”
“Then why the fuck ain’t there one in front of me?”
“What’s up your ass tonight?”
“My goddamn balls are blue.”
She shook her head, her level of annoyance now matching his. “Want me to take care of that for you?”
He considered her. The woman didn’t have a damn gag reflex, so, again, he was tempted. The only problem was, if he was still feeling this restless once he blew his load, he would be even crankier afterward.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
He used to be perfectly fucking fine with either some sweet butts or strange in his bed.
Since when did he get so goddamn picky?
Maybe it was time to straddle his sled, go for a long damn ride and let the wind clear his fucking head.
Chapter Two
It was late but the night was absolutely beautiful, as well as peaceful. And peace was badly needed after the week she had.
Maddie sat at a picnic table under one of the parking lot lights and contemplated the fat burger she just unwrapped. Her mouth watered as she got a good grip on it and lifted it to her lips. A second later she shoved it into her mouth and took the biggest bite she could.
She closed her eyes and savored the juicy beef, the salty bacon, and the tangy slice of melted cheese, as well as the crunch of the crisp lettuce and the sweetness of the ripe tomato slice.
Perfection.
She deserved this meal tonight. This past week had been hell at work. She almost quit fifty times in the last five days alone. Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration. It was more like forty-seven and a half. But really, who was counting?
Her boss at Smith’s Sports Therapy & Rehab Center was a dick and a cheap ass, so they were always understaffed. That meant her and her co-workers were run ragged.
It only got worse when high school sports were in full swing.
She had a variety of patients. Kids competing in school sports or on travel teams for their sport of choice. Teens hoping to get a college recruiter to notice them. College students hoping to get drafted by a professional sports team.