Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“How old are you?” he asked, biting his lip and giving me a glimpse of animal desire that was already brewing in his blue eyes. “You legal?”
That pissed me off. I was trying to pick him up, and he was treating me like a child. What did I need to do to be seen as a man, grow a beard? I was already sporting a little scruffy stubble because of my depression-induced lack of hygiene.
“I’m twenty-one,” I assured him with a haughty lift of my chin. “Old enough to drink, and old enough to fuck.”
Shit. That might be the dumbest thing I’ve ever said.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” He smiled and put a hand on my hip, linking his thumb in the belt loop of my jeans and yanking me toward him.
“Oh, hell,” I said, staring up into his eyes for what seemed like ages. “I’m gonna need another drink for this. Will you excuse me for just a sec?”
He looked a little suspicious, but he didn’t try to stop me. The club was really busy, and it took me about ten minutes to work my way up to the bar. By the time the bartender finally got to me, I knew exactly what I wanted.
“Jack and Coke,” I said. It was the first time I’d ever ordered what I considered to be a man’s drink. Beer had always been my drink of choice, though I’d sometimes ordered fruity drinks for the girls I was dating or trying to pick up. But this was a night of firsts.
When I got the drink I gulped it down as fast as I could. The term liquid courage had never been more apt. I returned to stand by the muscle guy, and right when I got within arm’s reach of him, he grabbed onto my shirt and reeled me in.
I let out a surprised squeak and grabbed onto his biceps with both hands. “Oh, you’re really strong,” I said, feeling the first subtle stirrings of genuine interest. “I’ll bet you like to get a little rough.”
Okay, I wasn’t going to win any seduction awards, but my clunky, obvious come-on did exactly what it was designed to do. The guy snatched me flat up against him and pressed his erection into my abdomen.
Suddenly it seemed things were moving along a little too quickly, and I started to have second thoughts. This didn’t feel the same as when Kage touched me.
The construction worker’s eyes bore into me, and what I saw in there told me I needed to turn and run away right then. But I thought of Kage and his boys— how angry it made me, how he’d hooked up at least once after I got to Vegas, and how he’d treated me like one of them the night he left me in Georgia. I thought of those things, and I didn’t run. Instead, I squeezed my eyes shut and let the guy maul me, wincing as his stubble abraded my cheek.
Something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t figure out why. All of the elements I was looking for were present. The guy was handsome, strong, manly, rough, stubbly, hard, horny… Those were all characteristics I associated with Kage, and yet it was taking every bit of self-control I had to keep from squirming out of his grasp.
“You’re a pretty little thing,” he said against my ear, his voice thick with want. The smell of liquor on his breath was too strong. “You don’t have a boyfriend?”
“No,” I said too quickly. Maybe I should have lied.
“Well, I do,” he said. He turned and let out a whistle to get someone’s attention, and a big guy who looked almost like his twin stepped up next to him.
My heart jumped, because for a second I thought I was about to get beaten up by this guy’s boyfriend for hitting on him. I was terrified, but then I became even more terrified when the guy smiled and said, “Mmm, what we got here?”
“Intern who says he’s old enough to drink and old enough to fuck.” The construction worker laughed. “Says he wants it hard.”
I had said that, hadn’t I? Not in those exact words, though. He was paraphrasing, and that didn’t seem quite fair.
His boyfriend’s smile widened, and he gave me a look that made the first guy look like a choir boy. “You came to the right guys if you want it hard. We’ll both give it to you hard and dirty. You ever had your hole double stuffed?”
That last comment made my belly flip over, and my dick, which had previously been taking a nap, woke up just a little bit. But it was only the thought that intrigued me, and it wasn’t enough to make me down for the threesome. At that point, I’d pretty much decided that this had been a terrible idea. Now I just had to figure out how to bow out gracefully, since I was the one who had started it all in the first place.