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)
“Lotto.” I grunted when he pulled away from my chest.
“Beg,” he ordered. How was he so calm when I could see the outline of his hard cock through his slacks? His restraint never ceased to amaze me.
“Suck me off.” I jerked my hips toward him. “I want to feel your mouth.”
Something about the way Lotto’s lips quirked unsettled and aroused me. Lotto relished taking control. Me begging for his cock was nothing new, but he looked so fucking sexy when he knew he had it. Like this was always how it should have been. I could have come just from the heated look he gave me.
I lifted my hips so he could jerk off my shorts and boxers. My cock twitched when it sprang free, and my entire body shuddered when Lotto took me into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the tip of my cock a few times then started bobbing, strong hands keeping my thighs glued to the chair. I was at his mercy and slow pace. The warmth of his mouth was driving me crazy, made worse by his fucking teasing.
I bit my lip to keep from complaining, and the chair creaked again with how hard I gripped it. Lotto hollowed his cheeks as he sucked, squeezing at my full balls with his fingers. Heat burned through my stomach; all his teasing made me a volcano ready to blow.
He pulled back.
“What the fuck,” I groaned. My cock throbbed painfully, red and in desperate need of release. The heat in my stomach subsided, but the fire in my veins still burned. “I thought you wanted me relaxed?”
Lotto grinned. “I do.”
“If I was any further from relaxed, I’d be in fucking Antarctica.”
He wrapped a hand around my cock and started pumping. Lotto didn’t say a word as he took me in his mouth again, sucking and jerking until I became a moaning mess. The heat spiked even faster this time. I was right fucking there, my release only a few more sucks away—
Lotto pulled back again.
“I swear to fucking God, Lotto.”
He looked like Lucifer himself sitting there between my damn thighs. If he didn’t make me come soon, I was going to explode and take this whole house with me.
“Are you ready to come, Bones?” The fucking devil. He knew the answer and wanted me to say it. “Want your reward?”
“Yes,” I gritted out.
Lotto hummed and took me into his mouth again. He worked me so quickly it made me dizzy. It wasn’t long before my thighs were shaking, and I couldn’t catch my breath. Just as I opened my mouth to tell him I was going to come, Lotto popped off my cock and stood up.
I stared at him as he wiped his mouth clean and picked up his shirt. My cock twitched and jerked from the sudden lack of stimulation. And here Lotto was, packing up his shirt like it was laundry day and not “Bones Needs a Good Fucking” day.
“Lotto, what the fuck?”
“You said to suck you, and I did.” He looked so casual, even with his cock hard against his pants and a little bit of my pre-cum still on his lips. “But you don’t get a reward. Not yet.” His glare was hotter than my entire body. “Not until you talk to Ari.”
“What?” My brain couldn’t keep up with the events of the past five minutes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Go talk to Ari. Work this out. And then you’ll get your reward.” Lotto leaned down to press a small kiss on my swollen lips. “If you hurry, you’ll catch her at Smiley’s.”
Then he fucking walked off, leaving me a confused, sweaty, and extremely horny mess in the middle of our kitchen.
Chapter 14
Ari
No matter how many times I ran over the numbers or how many contractors I called, the same stupid truth mocked me.
We needed Troy’s money.
After everyone left, I went back to the office and read through so many documents and articles that my eyes could no longer focus. Thousands of formulas were running through my head, and it felt like I was back in calculus class, slamming my head against the desk because the answer didn’t make sense.
Or maybe I simply didn’t want to see the truth. Even as it blinked back at me like a strobe light on the dance floor of Heathens Hollow’s sex club.
Good news, we’d be there soon enough. Hopefully, enjoying our spoils.
Bad news? Because we were chained to Troy Godwin like fucking dogs at the park.
I’d known that going in. It was why I’d accepted Troy’s contract without consulting the guys. But after our fight, I was desperate to find another way. Maybe Bones was right. Maybe we should tell Troy to fuck off if I had another way to get enough money. But I didn’t, and Smiley’s didn’t. Even if we all took pay cuts—and me without one at all—without the 100K sitting on my desk, Smiley’s was the fucking Titanic. Just replace the iceberg with a tree, and I was next in line to be the main character sinking with the ship.