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 clung to whatever I could get my hands on, dragging my nails along arms, backs, and sides. Each thrust had me crying out for more. My pussy throbbed in need for another release, and pure pleasure spread throughout my entire body. The room filled with slaps of skin on skin, moans and harsh grunts, and the slick wet kisses we all shared.
Bones broke first. With a harsh swear, he buried his teeth into my shoulder and filled my ass with his release. I gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure and squeezed Frankie’s cock so hard he choked out my name. Lotto’s thrusts grew frantic, and he gripped Frankie’s hips so hard, his dull nails drew blood. He came with a loud moan, his choppy and hard thrusts spurring Frankie to move faster. Bones circled my clit so fast that I saw stars. My release hit so fast I couldn’t breathe. My body shook and shivered as my entire mind went blank. I only came back down when I felt Frankie spill hot into me, my name a grunt on his lips.
All four of us fought to catch our breaths. Our slick bodies clung to each other, marked with nails, bites, and cum. I smiled and leaned my head back on Bones’ shoulder, watching Lotto and Frankie with hooded eyes.
“So much better than fighting,” I murmured. “Don’tcha think?”
“Don’t make it a habit.” Frankie pressed a small kiss to my swollen lips. “You’ll get a big head.”
“I beg to differ,” Lotto offered as he pulled his cock from Frankie’s ass. “I’m a fan of Ari’s big head.”
“Especially since we’ll do this again at Heathens Hollow,” Bones murmured into my shoulder.
I shivered.
“Isn’t that right?”
I nodded and grinned at my three men. “You better get ready for round two.”
Chapter 23
Lotto
There were plenty of people I would rather share a meal with than Troy Godwin, but I wasn’t in a position to say no.
As much as I wanted to smooth things over, it wasn’t going to be easy.
Frankie had absolutely fucked us. There was no other way to put it.
Despite the past few days of us being back on track and preparing for Heathens Hollow, the weight of Frankie’s betrayal pressed heavily on my shoulders—doubly now that I sat across from our benefactor, who glared at me over his absurdly expensive steak.
“My investors aren’t happy with whatever shit your gym is trying to pull,” he stated as he cut into his steak. I watched the large knife closely. Bleeding out in a private booth at one of Seattle’s most expensive restaurants didn’t seem like a great way to kick the bucket. “As manager of your little pack, you should know better.”
“I do.” I leaned back in the plush seat. “Which is why I’m here.”
Technically, I was here because Troy didn’t have any other time in his schedule. Between his actual business and putting together shit for Heathens Hollow during the next few weeks, he had his hands full of bullshit.
Unfortunately, Smiley’s was part of that bullshit.
“If Frankie wants to be back in the ring, I can make it happen.” Troy eyed me over the small piece of medium rare steak on his fork. “Four on four would net me more profit.” He gestured to me with the steak and scoffed. “You, too, since I received your bet just this morning. A large sum, if I do say so myself.”
I kept my face neutral. I sent that as a sign of good faith and had added a few extra thousand to soften the blow. Troy Godwin liked to talk money and profit. That was all we were good for. So I had to give it to him, whether from my savings or not.
Hopefully, Ari’s training would pay off big time.
“Ari is feeling much better.” Unable to contain my annoyance, I added, “Thank you for asking.”
Troy chewed on his steak and narrowed his eyes at me. I ignored him, dabbing at my lips with my thick napkin. When he was done eating, he took a swig of his gin and tonic.
“We wouldn’t want anyone to die in the ring,” Troy said carefully and set down his glass.
“And after?”
“What happens after the match is none of my business.”
“Even though it’s your property?”
Troy smiled. “Is it my property, Lotto?”
I froze with my hand on my wine glass. Slowly, I picked it up and took a small sip. Heathens Hollow being in someone else’s name would make a whole lot of sense. Troy Godwin was powerful. He had more than merely the cops in his pockets. But that wouldn’t be enough to stop the feds if they came knocking. Then what would? Having someone to cover for him in that case. A fall guy. Who would be idiotic enough to cover for the more sinister skeletons in Troy’s closet? Were we part of that idiot brigade by signing a physical contract in the first place?