Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I slipped my hands under her arms, pulled her forward, then quickly rolled us over. Looking down at her beautiful yet confused face, I growled, “Your mouth is incredible, but I need to be inside you. Now.”
Jules didn’t protest.
She wanted my cock just as much as I wanted to give it to her.
And I gave it to her. Hell, I gave it to her for half the morning—much longer than I’d intended. Guardrail wanted us to finish up the flooring on the coffee shop, so we could move on to the final reno on Monday. There was a lot that still needed to be finished, but he knew we were more than capable of getting it done.
But that meant us all being there on time and ready to work—which I wasn’t. When I finally rolled into the parking lot, it was after eight, and most of the guys were already inside working. Knowing I was already on the shitlist, I didn’t waste any time grabbing my stuff and heading inside.
I’d barely stepped through the door when I heard Rooster tease, “Well, there she is. Our little sleeping beauty has finally arrived.”
“Don’t start with me, brother.”
“Oh, and she’s grumpy, too.”
“Late night.” I dropped my stuff as I told him, “You know how it can be when your mom gets all needy and shit. No way you can tell her no.”
“Damn,” Torch snickered. “He got you there, brother.”
“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until I tell Jules you’re fucking around with my mom.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
Guardrail looked none too pleased as he growled, “You two done fucking around, or should I pull up a chair?”
“We’re done.” I took a quick look around, and just as I expected, the guys were already making headway. “Where do you need me?”
“Just get in here and help me and Wrath finish up the hardwood in the office.”
“You got it.”
I stepped past Rooster and Torch, then followed Guardrail down the hall to the main office. I was pleased to see that things were really coming along. We’d torn down a couple of walls, painted, and installed new crown molding and trim. Guardrail wanted a more modern look for the place, so we also put in new light fixtures and doors.
We’d busted our asses, but it was paying off.
The place looked incredible, and I had no doubt the city council would be pleased with the work we’d done. Things were going well. They would’ve been going even better if we’d been able to figure out who’d tried to fuck with our security system.
It was a first for us. We’d had people come after us before, many times, but typically, we knew from the start who was making a play against us. And if we didn’t, it never took us long to find out. It was understandable that the brothers were frustrated. Hell, I was too, which was why I’d turned to Guardrail and asked, “Any word from Wyatt or Big on the coding thing?”
“Nothing new.” I started helping him piece together the wood planks as he told me, “They did what they could, but they still haven’t had any luck.”
“Maybe it was nothing. I mean, damn. It’s been three weeks,” Wrath fussed. “And there’s been no sign of trouble. Not so much as a tail. Maybe the code thing was just some update or some bullshit like that.”
“I’m pretty sure Big would know if it was just some stupid update.”
“Q’s right.” Guardrail walked over and inspected the drywall we’d just put up. “There’s no way Big or Wyatt would get tripped up by some fucking computer update.”
“Then, why haven’t they found these assholes yet?”
“Can’t answer that,” Guardrail replied, sounding frustrated. “But if anyone can track these guys down, it’s them.”
“He’s right,” I tried to reassure Wrath. “They’ll find ‘em, and if they don’t, we will.”
He nodded, then we all turned our focus back to the job at hand. We kept at it for hours, and by the time we were done, the office looked pretty damn good. We were wrapping up some of the trim work when Hayes stuck his head through the office door. Like me, he was late to the party, so I was expecting him to give Guardrail some elaborate excuse.
Instead, he cleared his throat and said, “Hey, Q. Have you talked to Jules?”
“Not since this morning. Why?”
“Some guy came out to the orchard this morning.” Hayes sounded apprehensive as he continued, “He ah... He was asking all these questions about her."
I felt my throat tighten as I asked, "What guy?"
"No idea. Never seen him before." Hayes winced as he told me, “But he said he was her husband. Is that right? Is she married?”
“I can’t believe that asshole actually came here.”
“So, she’s married?”
“It’s complicated.” Fearing he might do something stupid, I pulled out my phone and dialed Jules’s number. “He’s got no business coming here.”