Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Your girl let you out of the house in that?” I asked.
“Not without begging me to take it off,” Sully said as he lifted the top donut box and extracted a strawberry frosted with sprinkles. “And, hey, when your girl wants you naked, you get naked.”
“But you put it back on,” I observed.
“Told her that I wanted to make it clear I was taken. Simple.” He waved down at his shirt.
“So those are the new guys, huh?” Dezi asked after dropping the boxes down on the coffee table. “They look alright,” he decided, taking a big bite out of a jelly donut, the powdered sugar snowing down on his shirt. He absentmindedly brushed at the spots, only managing to smear the stains more widely across the material.
I turned, glancing back toward the door where two men were greeting Fallon and Brooks.
They were a study in contrasts. One, the taller one who would almost dwarf Perish, had black hair, black eyes, deep cheekbone hollows, and a swimmer’s type thin but fit build. The other was still tall but with a wider build that indicated he hit the gym reasonably often, a square face, light blue eyes, and dark blond hair.
Both of them seemed comfortable in the clubhouse and with the president as they spoke like old friends for a moment before Fallon gestured them out toward the party.
The black-haired one moved over to the bar, where one of the blondes was stretched out on the surface, her shirt tucked up under her bra, her belly on display. He walked over, seamlessly pouring tequila into her bellybutton, then leaning down, sucking it out, and fishing the lime out of the woman’s mouth like he’d done it a million times before.
He was still sucking on it as he made his way over to us.
Somewhere on the path between, the lime disappeared.
“What’s up?” he greeted, leaning past me to grab a beer. “I’m Spike.”
“Spike,” Dezi repeated. “Road name?”
“Guess it might be now. But it’s a nickname from when I was a kid.”
“Gonna elaborate, or are we supposed to play twenty questions?” Dezi asked.
To that, Spike shrugged. “Stuck a pencil through my stepdad’s eye when I was eleven. They gave me the name at juvie. It stuck.”
“Did he have it coming, or were you just a violent fuck?” Dezi, with no judgment whatsoever, asked.
“My little sister said he was coming into her room at night, pulling up her nightgown, then jerking off as he looked at her. I’d say he had it coming. Lucky the fucker left the state before I got out, or I’d’ve tracked him down and finished the job.”
“There’s still time,” Dezi, always up for a little maiming and murder, said.
“So, who’s the other guy?” Sully asked, looking over at where the blond was talking to Perish and Rune.
“Oh, Cain? Don’t know shit about him. We just turned into the lot at the same time. Never seen him before.”
“So, you’re pretty,” a female voice said, making me turn to find my cousin Layna leering at Spike.
“Layna, don’t,” I warned.
“They never let me have any fun with the new puppies,” she said, shooting Spike a pout.
“Club girl?” Spike asked, looking at me.
“Princess.”
“In that case, you’ve got a killer rack. And I can never look at it again,” Spike said.
Layna let out an exaggerated sigh. “You’re a real boner-killer, Nave.”
“Hey, I’m not stopping you from getting your rocks off anywhere you want. Just not in this club. Edison would have me nailed to a cross if he knew I let you fuck around with a prospect. Where are the other girls?”
“The other girls? Meaning the traitors who went and fell in love and don’t come and party with me anymore? Those girls?”
“They’re not all shacked up. Willa is—”
“You know what Willa is,” she cut me off. “And Ria and Kit are busting ass at their damn homestead. I mean, I like a good sheep snuggle as much as the next girl, but you gotta pull the straw out of your hair and have some fun sometime, right?”
“What about Gracie?”
“She’s on her way. Thank God. Because, no offense, but your club girls aren’t much for conversation.”
“Probably because we didn’t really invite them to talk,” I reminded her.
“Gross,” she said, face scrunching up. “Anyway.” She turned back to Spike. “If you decide you don’t want to prospect, I think you and I should link up.”
With nothing else, she moved away, heading over to challenge Rune at the beer pong table.
“Is it just me or does the Cain guy have a military walk?” Dezi asked. “No offense,” he said to Sully. “But that posture is beaten into you fucks or something. See?” he asked as Cain made his way over toward us.
“Talking about me?” he asked, nodding his chin at Spike, who moved off to go and mingle some more.