Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
The three of us just watch him pull out the chair and sit down. The scowl never leaves his face as Lilah smiles and looks up at Caleb, introducing him to everyone. Lilah smiles at the bunch, and then when she spots Emmett, she looks down at her hands and avoids looking back at him. Instead, she turns to talk to Caleb, and the two of them walk away to their own table.
“Um.” I look over at Charlie. “Is Caleb going to be okay?” Charlie is still looking over his shoulder at Emmett. “He has a couple of days left of work at the bakery, and it’s going to be hard for him to do all that with two broken hands, and from the look on Emmett, a broken face.”
“He’ll be fine,” Charlie assures me. “But just in case, I’m going to go and make sure he stays in one piece.” He pushes off the bar. “Now I can’t leave in ten minutes.” He turns to Brock. “Thanks.”
“I didn’t do anything,” he says to Charlie, and it feels like it’s old times with the two of them joking. “I just asked a question.”
“Oh, didn’t you?” Charlie retorts. “You knew what buttons to push.”
“Me?” Brock acts like he has no idea what Charlie is talking about. “I just was repeating what I heard around the shop. It’s no secret he doesn’t like her.” He shrugs.
“How much of an asshole were you to Everleigh the first time you walked into the bar and saw her?” Charlie asks him, and Brock just looks at him and grins. “That’s how he feels about Lilah.”
I gasp and look over at Brock, who is just as shocked as I am. “But he’s a horse’s ass and as stubborn as a mule. So that is a lot of fun for all of us. We all know she’s off-limits to anyone. Caleb just didn’t get that memo.”
“Well, if he’s smart,” I chime in, “he’ll stop playing games. It’s going to be very cold in that bed of his.”
I pick up my drink and down it in two gulps, grimacing all the way. “Are we done yet?” I ask Brock.
“Yeah, baby,” he confirms, pushing me away from him and getting up before reaching into his back pocket and putting sixty dollars on the bar top.
“Do we have to say goodbye?” I ask, and he shakes his head, walking out of the bar. The whole time we walk back to his truck, he’s touching me softly. From his hands grazing mine to his hand holding my neck softly, it feels like his hands are everywhere. He is about to open the door for me when he pushes me against it. I watch as he presses his chest to mine. “I’m going to eat your pussy when we get home.” He turns to the side and slides my skirt up, feeling the wetness on the lace panties. “Then I’m going to fuck your pussy with the bigger plug up there.” I swear if he touches me now, I would come on him. “Then after that, you are going to get on your hands and knees, and I’m going to fuck that ass of yours.” I close my eyes, and I have to put my knees together. “Is that okay with you?”
“When do I get your cock in my mouth?” I ask, and he smirks.
“On the way home,” he states as he pushes away from me, opens the door, and waits for me to get in. I bend to tease him, but it’s me who gets teased when he pushes the butt plug deeper into me.
He gets into the truck, and my hands are already on the buttons of his jeans. “That’s my girl,” he praises when I free his cock at the same time as he pulls out of the parking lot. I suck as much of his cock as I can, his jeans restricting it.
“Fuck, I’m going to come down your throat,” he informs me when he stops the truck, and his hips jerk up to fuck my mouth. “Suck the cum out of me,” he growls. “Take every fucking last drop.” I moan on his cock as he shoots his cum to the back of my throat. I swallow it all, and when I let him go, I look around and see we’re in his driveway.
“On my bed, spread open,” he says, and I grab the bag.
“Fuck eating my pussy,” I say as I walk up the steps, my knees almost pushed together. “I need to be fucked.”
“Don’t tell me what to do with my pussy,” he mutters as he devours my mouth, opening the door. His hands frantically grip my tits as my hands go to his zipper. The kiss is all tongue, and when I get to his bedroom, he strips me in two fucking movements, tossing the bag to the side of the bed. “Back now.”