Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“You can’t plan your own funeral if you’re dead.”
“I’d come back to life long enough to kick your ass for killing me.” The look she shot me proved she wasn’t joking. She really would haunt my ass if I ever dared to hurt her. “So don’t even think about it. Take it out on the bags and not me.”
“Troy is a fucking dick.” I slammed the wheel once, and the horn blared through the empty parking lot. “I don’t want to mess around with his shitty deal. You’re not getting involved with him.”
“I’m not. We are.” Ari let go of me and turned in the passenger’s seat to face me. “We’re in this together. You, me, Bones, and Lotto. All of Smiley’s. Troy’s a dick, but he’s a rich dick. We can play his game if it means bringing us back to where we started before a tree decided to fuck up our lives.”
“And when does the game stop, Ari?” I asked. At my question, she went silent and chewed on her lip. “Troy plays games with people like us because it’s a form of entertainment for him. He doesn’t give a shit about Smiley’s.”
“I don’t expect him to. He’s using us for money and we’re using him for money.” I opened my mouth to retort, and she held up a hand to stop me. “Let’s at least talk to the guys. See what they say.”
“I liked it better when it was just us.” I ran a hand through my hair out of frustration. “Less shit to worry about.”
“And if it was just us, we’d be living in this car after closing Smiley’s for good.” Ari smiled, the little tug of her lips more pensive than happy. “We need them. Not just for Smiley’s… but for us.” She set a hand on my shoulder, this squeeze gentle. “They make us better.”
As much as I wanted to deny it, I couldn’t. Having Bones and Lotto around made things easier. They balanced out my temper and Ari’s spitfire perfectly.
I grunted my answer. That was good enough.
Ari’s smile turned sly. She sat up on her knees and leaned over the cup holders. “Come on, Frankie, you can admit it.”
“Admit what?” I watched how her blouse dipped down, giving me a perfect shot of her cleavage. “How sexy you look in my passenger’s seat?” I smirked. “I’ll gladly admit to that.”
“Admit you love them,” she teased, dragging a finger down my chest. My cock throbbed when she circled a nipple through my dress shirt. “You’ll feel better if you do.”
“Gimme a break.”
“It must suck to be so emotionally constipated all the time.” Ari flicked my nipple and giggled when it hardened. “Not everything can be taken out on the bags, Frankie.”
“Sure. Some can be taken out on your pussy.”
“Is that what you want?” She moved her hand down to my cock, squeezing through my black dress pants.
I gripped her arm and pulled her toward me in the seat with a smirk. “I want you to shut up and get on top of me.”
“Men and their road rage.” Ari laughed as she climbed over the rest of the way to straddle my waist.
I smashed our lips together and let the warmth of her body steal my anger. She was quick to undo the button and zipper of my pants, but before she could tug them down, I lowered my seat and dragged her down with me. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues moved against each other’s. When she pulled away, I lifted her hips enough so she could shimmy out of her panties. With quick fingers, she tugged down my pants and boxers until my half-hard cock bobbed against my stomach.
Ari grabbed my cock, pumping me to hardness. When she was satisfied, she lifted her long skirt and gave me a perfect view of her pussy as she swallowed my dick. Fuck, I’d never get tired of how well she took me. I bucked my hips into hers, squeezing at her tits through her blouse. Ari didn’t bother with taking it slow; she bounced on my cock like she was the one trying to take out her anger in another way.
Her eyes slipped closed when she moaned, and I shot my hand out to grip her throat. Ari gasped, eyes popping open to stare at me as she moved.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I demanded gruffly.
She nodded, a small moan slipping past her lips. I kept my hand on her throat, light enough so she could breathe and whine, but tight enough to keep her eyes on me. Every time her eyes started to slip closed with pleasure, I squeezed again, making them pop open. She rode my cock even faster, her tight walls squeezing around me with each bounce. Her nails tightened into my chest as she moved, eyes glazed over with lust and passion.