Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I might hurt him,” Vance murmured.
“I’m in on that,” Hector added.
“You’re not gonna hurt him!” I yelled at Hector.
“All right, all right. Cálmate, hermanita,” Hector replied.
To make certain that happened, I turned my attention to Tex and announced, “When the time comes, I want you walking me down the aisle.”
Tex had been uncharacteristically quiet through all this, likely thinking the men had it in hand since they weren’t letting up on me.
He remained that way after my announcement seeing as he went visibly still.
The room went still.
Time stood still.
“And prepare,” I continued. “Because it’s gonna be a huge-ass wedding and I’m wearing a sexy dress. Like Roxie’s, except sexier. Lots of flowers. A colossal cake. Server passed hors d’oeuvres. Open bar. The whole shebang.” I whirled on Mo. “You down with that?”
“Whatever you want, baby,” he murmured, looking amused again.
“Good,” I snapped.
“You’re already getting married?” Eddie asked, his voice low and unhappy. “You said you just started things up a couple hours ago.”
I whirled on him. “When did you move Jet in with you?”
He shut his mouth.
Mm-hmm.
Not a one of them could use the “you’re rushing into this” defense. They’d each claimed their women at the speed of light.
Thank God I didn’t have to put up with that.
“And no, not yet,” I carried on. “We haven’t even had our first date. But signals are showing he’s the one. We’d see if all systems are a go if I’d stop having religious freaks after me or my living room filled with meddling men. Though,” I turned back to Mo, “we do kinda have that crackpot to thank for bringing us together.”
Mo’s eyes narrowed and a noise that sounded like a growl came up his throat.
Okay, so, not yet in the threat-over, post-sex-haze-of-goodness benevolent mood.
Important to know.
Eddie sighed, and I looked back at the Hot Bunch.
Lee was grinning.
Hank was looking at his feet…and smiling.
Vance and Hector were looking at each other, still not happy.
Luke was watching Mo.
Ren smiled at me.
I turned to Tex.
“Well?”
Tex stared at me.
Then he came at me.
First, his hand went to the top of my head.
Once there, he used it to shove my face in his chest.
That was when his arms went around me.
I closed my eyes and put my arms around him.
Yeah, I didn’t need to be my dad’s best girl.
I just needed Tex around.
“It’d be my honor, Lottie,” he low-boomed into the top of my hair.
Yeah.
All I needed was Tex.
And Mo.
And the Hot Bunch.
Life taketh away.
But if you’re open to it, it also giveth.
And I had a lot.
“Now put some clothes on, girl,” Tex ordered, let me go, spun me around, and gave me a gentle push toward Mo.
A knock came at the door.
“Christ,” Mo muttered, the soft look he was giving me after watching the Tex hug turning to an impatient one. “I’ll get that. You get dressed,” he said to me.
“All right. I’m going,” I replied.
He went to the door.
I went to the stairs.
I was up three of them when I heard. “Good, Mo. Glad you’re here. We need to ask you a few questions too.”
This meant I pivoted and went right back down to watch Mo ushering in Mitch Lawson and Brock Lucas.
Fabulous.
I knew Mitch and Brock because they were cops, they got around. And I worked at a strip joint, and there were always lots of people around and by the law of averages, some of those people did things cops were interested in.
We weren’t best buds, but they were good guys that on occasion had to talk to me because of, say, one of the girls dating someone who was a fuckface or Smithie calling in the police when he suspected someone was dealing from a car parked in the club parking lot.
Though I liked them, they were two more men I had to get out of my house before I could suck Mo’s massive cock and then ride it, this prior to getting to know him better in other ways.
“Hey, Lottie,” Mitch greeted.
“Mitch.”
“Lottie,” Brock said.
“Hey, Brock.”
“Lottie.”
That last was a growl.
I looked to my mound of hunkalicious boyfriend and got his message.
Definitely time to get dressed.
“I’m gonna get dressed. Don’t start without me,” I said to Mitch and Brock, and before they could reply, I twirled and ran up the stairs to get dressed.
* * * *
Mo joined me in order to put on a shirt.
This was a heavy burden to bear, after waiting so long wondering what was under that shirt, finally having it, liking it a whole lot, and then again having it hidden away from me.
But hopefully this would all be over soon, I could call in sick, we could both get naked again and recommence the celebratory festivities.
I put on cloud-gray joggers with a matching slouchy top that fell off my shoulder, only to have Mo inquire, “You just can’t do it, can you?” with his eyes assessing my outfit.