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)
I slipped my hand down between our bodies, pushing underneath the fabric of her skirt to find her clit. As soon as I did, she groaned, her head falling back. I reminded her of my demand with a jerk of her chin. Ari was a gorgeous woman, but she looked absolutely divine so lust-drunk on my cock.
“I do love them,” I admitted with a smirk, rubbing her clit in quick circles, “but don’t forget who had this pussy first, Ari.”
“You did, Frankie,” she answered breathlessly. I could barely hear it between her pants and groans of pleasure.
“Louder, Ari,” I demanded, giving her a sharp jerk of my hips. “Who owns this pussy?”
“Frankie!” She whined, and her walls throbbed and squeezed me so hard, I almost came immediately. I moved harder and faster against her clit until she trembled and cried out, “Frankie! Fuck, fuck!”
Ari came so violently she shuddered and fell into my chest, her cries muffled in my shirt. I kept moving against her clit, fucking into her to help her ride it out. My release exploded just as quickly, and I shot white hot into her pulsing cunt. Even as my thrusts became shallow and slower, her pussy milked me until we were both a sweaty mess.
It took a moment to catch our breaths. Ari eventually looked up with a smile. I loved that blissed-out look she had after getting fucked. It painted her cheeks a flushed pink and made her even more beautiful.
“Do you have to be so possessive?” she joked, swatting at my chest.
“Trust me. I’m not possessive enough.” I moved her sweaty hair away from her forehead and pressed a light kiss there. “We didn’t even get to what that asshole Troy said to you earlier.”
“What, about me being agreeable?” She shifted her hips a few times. Our combined juices leaked down my dick as she moved. “Clearly, you agree.”
“You’re trying to piss me off, aren’t you?” My cock throbbed when her walls squeezed around me. The shit-eating grin that lit up her face told me it was on purpose.
“I like you pissed off.” Ari leaned forward, her hot breath ghosting against my lips. “And there’s a whole back seat just waiting to be used to prove it.”
Chapter 7
Lotto
Irubbed the oil into Bones’ bare shoulder blades, and he grunted in pain.
Back-to-back fights would do that to a person.
Bones wasn’t going to listen to Ari and take it easy. After everything we had gone through with Nero’s shit deal and dragging ourselves to Heathens Hollow a few months ago, Smiley’s meant everything to him. Meant everything to us. If he could help Ari in some way, he would do it.
Even if it meant stepping into the ring three nights in a row.
The fights were easy enough to find. Not big ones or big payouts, but decent enough to be worthwhile. Last night’s fight was the hardest Bones had in a while, and he sported a huge bruise on his left ab area. But here he was again, about to take on another crazy bastard for the third time if it meant Smiley’s didn’t have to bow to Troy Godwin’s whims.
Bones wasn’t a fan of his “deal.” I couldn’t say I was either. Not knowing what fight we were walking straight into was, as Frankie called it, “fucking horseshit.” But I also knew Troy Godwin—probably better than anyone else at Smiley’s. As Bones’ manager, I dealt with him plenty of times over the years. Other times, I heard about his bullshit secondhand. If you were on his good side, you’d get everything you’d ever want. On his bad side, you’d be saying hey to Nero wherever the fuck he was buried.
And I didn’t think we could afford to give Troy Godwin the middle finger.
“Fuck, Lotto, a little lighter, would you?” Bones complained.
I pulled my oiled-up hands away from his shoulder blades. Thinking about Troy Godwin pissed me off. Based on the way Bones had been tense for three days straight, he felt the exact same.
“You need to loosen up or you’re going to take another shot to the abs.” I started massaging his shoulders more lightly. “Your bruise already looks like hell.”
“I made a mistake, all right?” Bones shifted on the bench. We were in the back locker room of an abandoned high school—tonight’s dingy venue—getting ready for the main event. “I thought I saw River in the crowd tonight.”
I paused with my hands on his upper arms. I hoped it was a figment of his imagination, but it probably wasn’t. Perk’s Gym was getting more and more cocky, posting new videos and vaguely veiled threats toward us as “inspiration videos.” The inspiration I got from them was a good way to get your ass kicked.
“Even if they’re here, forget them,” I answered calmly. At least one of us needed to keep cool about the thorns in our sides. “Focus on winning the fight.”