Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
These aren’t the kind of people that fuck around. No one would have found my body and no one would have talked. That’s the side of the street I play on sometimes.
Tor’s eyes go wide. “You? Distracted by a woman?”
He lets out a hoot as the sounds of his kids playing in the pool outside mix with what must be a soundtrack to some kids Disney movie on the surround sound. His wife Natalie is so fucking pregnant, it hurts me to look at her, but she is as happy as a clam while I wonder what she is doing with my ugly fucking brother. Tor’s voice draws my attention back to him.
“This distraction have three tits or something? Was she dipped in gold and drenched in diamonds? Only time I’ve seen you look twice at a female is when you’re sizing up a piece of their jewelry.”
“A few too many Stoli’s, maybe.”
“You fucking don’t drink too much when you play cards. In fact, you never drink too much,” he challenges, handing me a steaming cup of his own secret blend of coffee, which I need. “You’re a cheap bastard when it comes down to it. Winning is your only drug.”
“You should know.”
He shrugs. “True. Although, last few years the high I got from winning cases isn’t there anymore. I win every day I wake up next to my wife. I win looking at the evidence of my seed running all over my house.”
“Dude.” I scratch my cheek, then wave him off. “No fucking talk about your seed. Jesus.”
Another shrug from Tor. “Just ‘cause you want nothing to do with kids or procreation doesn’t mean you won’t someday dude. You’ll meet the right one and, bam. It’s breeding fantasies ‘til the cows come home. Yeah, speaking of cows...dude, the tits, the milk...”
“Fuck you Tor. Shut the fuck up, you are way over sharing.”
He shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee and looking out the window toward the pool then down at his mug. He turns to look out at Natalie who waves and blows him a kiss. “I usually get some nice fresh cream in my coffee in the morning…”
I groan. “You’re a dick, you know that?”
I’m not going to tell him I had my first flash of that sort of mating instinct last night. I’m not ready for that level of admission right now. I shake my head, trying to regroup because in two hours, I have to go play in some charity softball game because I was a fucking mess after the blonde disappeared and I lost a big fucking hand to the host.
Only, he added one little cherry on top of our bet. If I lost, I had to go play in his daughter’s charity softball game today. Fuck, I’m no sort of philanthropist at the best of times, and kids? The only ones I tolerate are my nieces and nephews.S
So today should be about as pleasant as a sandpaper handjob.
“Did I hear someone say seed?” I hear Natalie’s voice, and turn to see her walking in with her curvy, enormous belly leading the way. She’s wearing a red and white striped bikini and I wince at the thought of what women have to go through in order for our species to survive. She winks at Tor, who immediately walks to her side and kisses her like I’m not in the room.
I’m used to their level of affection by now, or I should be. I sip on my steaming coffee and for a second, allow myself to be swept away into a momentary fantasy of the gorgeous blonde, wondering what she would look like swollen and bred with my seed…
Fuck. Stop. They’re indoctrinating you.
“Anyway.” Natalie leans into Tor, who is looking at her like she just descended from heaven itself, and a spike of jealousy pokes in my gut at what they have. “You’re early and you have a shiner. Must have been quite a night. Being single is so exciting.”
I nod. “It’s a fucking Mardi Gras.”
“A disagreement over a girl maybe?” Natalie crinkles her nose on a hopeful shrug.
I grunt, releasing an exasperated breath. “What’s with you two? You have telekinesis?”
“I think you mean telepathy.” Natalie bobs her eyebrows and grabs Tor’s chin. “We have many things between us.” She licks her lips and Tor reaches down and takes a handful of her barely-covered ass.
“Please. Your kids can see you.”
“They see plenty.” Tor kisses Natalie on the top of the head, then smacks her behind as he talks low in her ear. “Dickhead here may have figured out what it’s like when you get your first look at the one.”
“Really?” Natalie’s voice rises with renewed hope.
“Don’t.” I point at them both. “Some girl I saw for a few seconds. It’s nothing. And do not tell mom or grandma. Or Sophia. Those three will be on me like the fucking CIA.”