Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
The grinding moves faster, rougher as his whispers in my ear turn torrid.
“You like your big brother giving you a ride, don’t you? That wet heat between your legs is fucking hot.”
“What?” I arch back only to see him smile for the first time and it’s like the damn heavens open up. His lips are in a twisted smirk, one small chip out of a front tooth only making him sexier.
“Just playing with you, little girl. Putting on a show. These girls would kill for this dance, I want them all to know, you’re family now and no one messes with family.”
“I—I—okay,” I manage, then, “They’re staring.”
I take a quick look to see most of the dancers shooting glances our way as they turn and shake in front of the patrons waving money.
“Of course they are. I’ve never danced before. Never poked a dollar into their g-strings. Not that they haven’t wanted me to.”
“Uh huh, that ego of yours is taking up most of this dance floor.”
He sniffs, then tucks me against him again, my face against his neck, breathing him in as I bite off a little moan.
“I felt that,” he hisses, working me against his leg until my I can barely see and a spinning sort of shiver races up from my crotch to the top of my head. He chuckles, then his lips brush my ear. “I definitely felt that.”
Wetness coats my sex, my nipples so tight I whimper as two of the dancers gyrate around, spinning then bumping their asses into mine nearly knocking me onto my knees.
But Scotch grips me gently and I’m solid on my feet a split second later. I catch a flash of white out of the corner of my eye to see my mother taking the stage, wrapping a leg around the silver pole and starting to spin…the music tempo changes. Faster. Faster. Louder. Louder.
Pumping bass and flashing lights take it all from bizarre to surreal.
“Kill me, please?” I plead to the closest ally I have right now, my new stepbrother.
“I’ll do better than that.” He whips me around, shooting a hard look at the dancers watching our every move, my mother pulling down her top on stage, exposing her bra, and Scotch’s lips are on mine.
This is madness. My mother on a stripper pole, dancers look like they want to off me and my new stepbrother is kissing me.
His tongue is down my throat and the clenching deep in my womb is desperate, urgent and I’ve never wanted a man like this.
I kiss back, fuck it. My mom’s on the stripper pole, my dreams are in the dumpster and my dad is hanging on by a thread. What’s a kiss going to hurt?
Swiping my tongue around his, I lean in, running my hands up his chest, taking two handfuls of his shirt and doing what he told me to do.
I hold on tight as waves of heat and sticky wetness between my legs gathers as Scotch groans and his hand grips the back of my neck then the other is on my ass.
Somewhere down in the marrow of my bones, I know Scotch is already part of me. This sensation that he’s the one I’ve been waiting for. That love story I thought I’d never have.
Our lips slide and slip as his hips pump against me in little pulses. I gasp when we finally come up for air, dizzy as I hear my mother’s voice through the thumping music.
“Lula!”
God, if she’s said my name like that ten million times, she’s said it once.
“Let’s get out of here.” I search Scotch’s face, hoping he really is the ally I think he is.
“You want me to take you away? You want someone to make you feel in danger and safe at the same time?”
I nod, mouth hanging open, my pulse ticking like a time bomb. “I want a lot of things. If you’ll help me…”
“I knew that hot little pussy on my leg was calling for help. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER 5
Lula
My mother screeches my name as I stumble to grab my purse. Scotch’s fingers lace with mine as he tucks a bottle of champagne under his arm and leads me out the back door.
He pulls me by the hand like we’re Bonnie and Clyde toward an enormous all black pick up. In one move, he opens the door and lifts me up as I pull on the hand hold until I’m in the seat, turning to see him flash me that magic smile, adding a wink this time.
A second later, he’s in the driver’s seat and we are zooming out of the parking lot, wheels spinning as Every Rose Has Its Thorn plays on the radio and I realize this is probably the most adventure I’ve had in my whole life. The truck rumbles and vibrates as he reaches over and slips his fingers between mine.