Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
His bottom half is still locking me in, but his torso has lifted a bit, so my lungs are able to capture more than just his scent and some of the fog clears as his words register. I swallow.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I croak out, turning my head, but pulls my eyes right back with a grip to my chin.
His eyes slice between mine. He’s almost unhinged, thoroughly horny and pissed off about it. “Yeah, you do. And you’ll pull the trigger.”
“If I don’t?”
“Someone else will.”
My eyebrows involuntarily snap to the center and a deep chuckle makes its way up his chest, causing his body to vibrate against mine.
“Imma let you sit on that.” He leans forward. “And maybe later,” – he moves my hand, sliding the back of it against his hard-on– “you’ll be sitting on this.”
My eyes must have closed again at some point because when a gust of wind hits me and they pop open, I see nothing but a dark parking lot.
I jump when the horn blares.
I glare at the dark windshield. I can’t see shit, but they see me, saw all that. Their laughter floating out the sunroof confirms it.
Maddoc is in the passenger seat, so when I reach his door as I walk around, I lift up on the sidebar and stick my upper body inside. I quickly bring my lips to his, right fucking against him, but I pause there. I lick my lips, and I’m so close my tongue touches his.
He growls and I grin, slip out, and into the back seat.
Royce gives high fives, Captain shakes his head with a grin, and Maddoc? Well, he adjusts himself where he sits, slamming his poor head against the seat.
Checkmate, big man.
I grab two beers from the fridge and move to the couch, dropping beside Maddoc. We ran home for them to change, then came over to the West Main house they use as their kickback zone – the place people are allowed. Well, their people.
“Yo, Raven!” Royce calls from the other side of the room.
Maddoc said when they started using it as a party pad, they had two walls knocked out so the den, living room, and kitchen area all become one wide open space. He said they wanted to be able to see every corner so they were always aware of what was happening around them.
Royce lifts his hand, three darts slid across his palm, he nods. “Bet I can whoop that ass in darts?”
“You won’t be whooping her ass at anything.”
I turn to Maddoc. “Neither will you, big man.”
He turns to me with a brow raised making me laugh.
“All right, I’ll rephrase, let me metaphorically spank that fat ass ‘til it leaves a perfect imprint of this big ass hand so everyone knows who laid it on you...in darts...metaphorically.” Royce crosses his arms proud, but can’t hold it in and starts laughing and I join in.
Maddoc throws a bottle cap at his brother who dodges it.
“I’m gifted in the art of a target. I’d embarrass you.”
“Get out—”
“For real, man, Raven’s got some serious aim.”
All eyes jerk to Leo.
“Oh yeah...” Royce drags out, slow and looming.
Leo stares at me and I force myself not to narrow my eyes.
I know what he’s doing. He’s testing the situation, looking to see who, if any, I’ve got wrapped up like he assumes – his motive is still in the air.
I said I’d let him run this show.
We’ll see if he buries himself.
“Hell yeah.” The bastard licks his lips, holding his eyes on me a moment longer before looking to Royce. “At the cabins, she ...” He trails off, wiping at his mouth with a grin. “She put on a good ass show. Proved she could hang.”
“The fuck?” Maddoc questions, sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, but he glares over his shoulder at me.
In my peripheral, Royce’s glare hits me just the same, but I don’t look away from Leo.
His lip twitches just the slightest.
This bitch.
“So this the route you wanna go?” I ask him and he lifts his head, but I don’t miss the shift of his feet.
“No hard feelings, I expected it.”
Funny thing, words, and the many ways one can interpret the meaning behind a sentence. I didn’t want this for him, hoped he’d come to his senses. Clearly that’s not happening today.
“You think you know me, Leo. That was your first mistake. You think I’ll take your words as a threat, that I’ll laugh it off and keep my mouth shut because the seed’s already planted now, right?” The room grows silent. “Well, I’m not a little bitch like you seem to be. So you can sit here and make it seem like I was on your jock at the cabins when we both know that’s far from the truth.” His eyes harden as I lean forward. “But let me ask you, why exactly, do you want the Boys of Brayshaw to think I fucked with you when I never even attempted?” I raise a brow slowly.