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)
The man’s face was getting red. “I—”
“Listen,” Mo cut him off. “You’re workin’ yourself up for no reason. Just turn it down and have a mind.”
The man’s face twisted and at that point he decided to work out what were probably some life issues, considering the fact he wasn’t all that tall, and not built at all.
“You know, guys like you think they can do whatever they want just because they look like you do,” he clipped.
“What I know, even the way I look, I’d have a mind to the people around me and wouldn’t turn my TV so loud, it’d disturb them,” Mo returned. “But mostly that’s because I don’t think the world revolves around me and I couldn’t give a shit about the fact that it actually doesn’t. I use my turn signal too.”
The man’s face got even redder at that.
He didn’t use his turn signal.
Mo sighed and through it said, “I think we’re done. Thanks for your time.”
The second he moved out, Eddie moved in and stated, “And just to confirm, I’m family. I’m your neighbor’s brother-in-law. I’m also a cop. And any noise complaint reported on this address will be expedited. So in the end, you’d have been better off dealing with just Mo, considering he has courtesy, patience and restraint, like you’d have been better off just apologizing and turning down your TV. Every day, we can learn new things. This is today’s lesson for you. Now you folks have a nice evening.”
Mo didn’t turn back to see the response to Eddie’s message.
Because Lottie and the rest of the Rock Chicks were crowded on her front stoop.
Well, not all of them. There were too many. Some of them were poking their heads out of the front door.
She had her arms crossed on her chest, that top dropping down her shoulder, and it might be insensitive, but he hoped with all the love and support she’d gotten that day, his blowjob was a lot less indefinitely delayed.
“Your neighbor is kind of a dickhead,” he told her when he got close.
“I knew that the first time he played his TV loud,” she replied and tipped her head, the mass of her hair she’d arranged at the crown after her shower falling to her shoulder. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
He stopped two steps down from her. “Nope.”
She smiled down at him, white and huge.
Then she listed forward, like a tree falling.
Mo caught her.
And stepping through a sea of Rock Chicks, he carried his smiling girl into her house.
He felt bad he’d interrupted Eddie’s “You hurt her, we’ll fuck you up” speech.
But…
Priorities.
He had to look after his girl.
Chapter Twelve
The Only Good One Left
Mo
Mo’s eyes opened, and he saw dark.
Not unusual. That happened every night.
What was unusual was he had a little bundle of heat tucked tight to him.
Lottie.
He was in Lottie’s bed.
Not on the couch.
In the bed.
With her.
Mo stayed still and breathed in deep, taking in the scent of her shampoo, the feel of her in his arms, and just her.
He’d get up in a minute, hit his place, get some clothes, go to the gym, workout and be back to her before she got up.
But he’d give himself a minute, or a few, to feel having her like he’d wanted her for too long of a time.
Then he’d go so he wouldn’t disturb her.
This plan was ruined when Lottie stirred then made a move in his arms.
He had to shift some of his bulk, since he was semi-cocooning her, as she turned from back to him to front his way and shoved her face in his chest.
“You awake?” she mumbled.
“Yeah, baby.” He gathered her closer again. “Just go back to sleep.”
She didn’t go back to sleep.
She nuzzled his chest with her face and his cock took notice.
He was about to repeat she should go to sleep, but she tipped her head back and touched her tongue to the indent at the base of his collarbone.
His cock definitely took notice of that.
“Babe—”
“Shh,” she hushed, lifting her hands to his shoulders and pushing him to his back as her mouth moved on him and her body followed his.
“Lottie, you don’t have to—” he started, curling his fingers around her waist.
“Quiet,” she whispered, her lips trailing down to his nipple.
Before he could protest again, her mouth covered it and she drew in, light and sweet.
Mo shut up.
Lottie didn’t talk. Her mouth was busy. And she used it to take her time exploring his chest, his stomach, so by the time she got down between his legs, he was hard as a rock and aching.
She pulled the waistband of his shorts down so it cupped his balls, and he couldn’t bite back the groan.
He also couldn’t stop himself from coming up on his elbows to watch her through the shadows.
Mo felt the tip of her tongue trace the underside of his cock from root all the way to the rim of the head, where she stopped and tickled him there, back and forth.