Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 130673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
“This is a steal, Bruce,” Tate said.
“And you would know, as a thief.” Bruce patted the corners of his mouth with his napkin.
My hand settled on the crux between Dylan’s hip bone and her pussy, grazing the edge of her panties. They were satin, like last time. She arched into my touch while discussing something with Cal. She sounded distracted, which amused me.
“…Taylor Swift Eras concert in September,” I heard Cal say excitedly. “Would you be able to make it?”
“Oh my God, are you kidding me?” Dylan shrieked as my pinkie grazed her panties, back and forth. She cupped my shoulder, and there was something so intimate and familiar about it, like we’d done it hundreds of times before. “Rhy?”
“Hmm?”
“Would you be able to babysit Grav on September thirteenth?”
“Sure.”
“This is important. If you can’t do it, I’ll ask my mom—”
“I said I can.”
“Right, but see, I need you to lock it down. Cal and I are going to the Eras Tour.”
“And we have VIP seats.” Cal danced in her seat. “Taylor’s sweat is practically going to drip on us.”
“Weird kink, but this is a no-judgment zone.” I yawned.
Technically, this would be past my arrangement with Dylan, but I didn’t mind a one-off. Especially as I knew what a hardcore Swiftie Cosmos was.
“I’ll put it in my calendar now.” I made a show of plucking my phone from the table and blocking off 5 p.m. on September thirteenth, showing it to the ladies. “Happy?”
“You have no idea.” Dylan’s eyes glittered, childish delight painting her face. Feeling Bruce’s eyes on me, I cut my gaze to him.
He gave me a nod of approval. “I think I’ll use your contract as reading material tonight.”
“Perfect sleeping material, I bet.” Kieran smirked.
“There’s actually some spice in it,” Tate assured him. “Clauses 33A to 43B, Rhy fucks him over good if he withdraws for no good reason.”
I picked up my drink and saluted Bruce.
“I can’t believe I’m going to the Eras Tour.” Dylan reached to squeeze Cal’s hand. “Thank you.”
“So how did y’all find out you were in love?” Jolene’s eyes ping-ponged between us. She patted her stiff updo to ensure no hair was out of place. “That must be a story for the ages.”
My hand froze under Dylan’s dress. We’d discussed it on our fake date but never agreed on anything I was comfortable with. To be fair, Dylan had deranged ideas.
“It is!” Dylan cooed, her smile brightening the entire fucking universe. How had I never realized how stunning she was? How funny? How strong? “Honey, mind if I tell her? You know I always love talking about it.” She put her hand in my lap.
“Go ahead,” I grunted.
Row’s eyes narrowed, darting between our faces.
“He literally cried he was so desperate to date me.” Dylan put a hand to her throat.
I was going to kill her.
Fuck her first, but then kill her.
Kieran choked on his cocktail, pressing his knuckles to his lips. Tate smirked behind his whiskey. Row and Cal looked equal parts amused and confused.
“Oh, bless his heart.” Jolene slapped her chest. “You mean, with tears and everything?”
“Jolene, he was bawling like a baby.” Dylan rolled her eyes. “Hyperventilating. At some point, I considered giving him half a Valium from my dog’s ACL rupture surgery.”
Now she was making up a whole-ass pet with a whole-ass surgery. I didn’t know one man on this earth who was able to handle—let alone tame—this crazy, brilliant woman.
“Do tell us the story.” Bruce rubbed his hands together.
“Yeah, tell us.” I slipped my pinkie under her panties, and Dylan gasped, sitting up straighter.
“I-it was right after Christmas dinner. Rhy came to say hi to everyone. I’d been dating someone else. He spent the holiday with us. We were getting pretty serious. He was a doctor.”
“Wow.” Jolene’s eyes rounded in fascination.
“Actually, he was a surgeon. And an amateur pilot.”
My pinkie rubbed the hot, sleek slit of her pussy, which was bare. All the blood in the room rushed to my dick. Was it normal that I was jealous of a fictional boyfriend? Probably not.
“I mean, how small does your dick need to be for you to compensate by being a surgeon and a pilot?” I piped up.
Jolene choked on her Bloody Mary.
Tate looked affronted. “I’m a self-made billionaire and a pilot, and I have nine inches and some spare.”
Now wasn’t the time to tell him I was bigger. Actually, it was, but I refrained, because I also happened to want to be a billionaire, and I was pretty sure disclosing my dick size would send Jolene to the hospital.
Dylan rolled her eyes like she wasn’t growing wetter by the nanosecond under the table while my finger teased her opening and grazed her clit. “Anyway, he came to say hi. Chad was just helping my mom dry some dishes in the kitchen…”