Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Are you doing this because you think it will make us protect you?” he asks, suddenly.
The question is like a bucket of cold water. I pull back and tug the shirt back into place. “I wasn't thinking anything! It was just nice, okay?”
“Easy, I get it. We all get it, trust me. You've been through some shit. I wouldn't fucking judge you if you said yes. People do what they have to to survive. I know I'm not as fucking pretty as Wraith.”
“Oh my God! That’s not it. I'm not using sex to make you help me. I just…” I can feel a hot blush crawling up my cheeks. “It was nothing. Let's forget it happened.”
“You can if you want, but I fucking won't.” Tank sits up and gives me a lopsided grin that makes me want to melt into a puddle. “Come on, Trigger. I don't know about you but I'm fucking starving.”
My stomach roars at the mention of food. “Trigger? I don't know if I like that nickname.”
“Too fucking bad. The best ones are earned, and you should've thought of that before you pointed a lighter at me.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a granola bar. “Here. I don't share with just anyone, so if you don't want it, just—”
The wrapper is off and the peanut butter and chocolate flavored snack is already half gone before he starts laughing again. “What?” I ask, mouth full.
“Nothing, Trigger. Nothing. Nitro is out with the prospects, so lemme call Wraith and have him pick up lunch. You care what he orders?”
“No eggs. Anything but eggs.”
14
TANK
“Yo! Give me a hand with all this shit,” Wraith shouts from the other side of the door, giving it a solid kick for good measure.
“Calm your tits, man. I’m coming.” I open up and he pushes his way in, white plastic bags full of food hanging from his arms, and his hands full of girl clothes and shit. “What the fuck? You go shopping?”
“Nah. Alessa thought Kaylee could probably use some supplies. She said to let her know if she needs anything else.”
Kaylee’s face lights up and she jumps out from underneath the blankets, baring her sexy fucking legs as she hurries over to see what Wraith has. “Clothes!” She grabs it all from Wraith and races off to the bathroom, flashing a good amount of skin as she goes.
“Nice ass,” he says under his breath with a low whistle.
“Fuck yeah, it is. And it feels just as good.” I meant what I told Kaylee earlier. She might want to forget about how she was fucking rubbing herself all over me, but I won’t. In fact, I have every intention of thinking a lot about it later.
“You fuck around with her? That was fast,” Wraith asks, sounding surprised.
“Nah, nothing serious. Why? You staking a claim?”
He did make a move first by kissing her the night we took her home, but in my head she feels like ours, not his. The idea of stepping back doesn’t feel good to me.
Wrath looks a little thoughtful before shaking his head. “She’s a hot little piece. I won’t fucking lie, but she’s gone through a lot of shit. If she’s up for playing, I’m more than happy to be a distraction, but that’s her choice.”
“And if she wants me to be the distraction?” I ask with a grin.
He growls a little. “Fine.”
“What if she doesn’t want to choose?”
“I like that better.”
Kaylee comes out of the bathroom still wearing the oversized t-shirt with her gorgeous fucking breasts swinging free, but now she has black leggings underneath and her brown hair tamed and up in a ponytail. A bright smile lights up her whole fucking face. “I almost feel human again. What’s for lunch? Wait, do I smell fries?”
Wraith brings the bags over to Cannon’s table and starts pulling out the food. He bought a fuck ton of it. “I didn’t know what you like, but everyone eats burgers, right?” He pauses. “You aren’t vegan or keto or any of that shit, are you?”
She shakes her head. “All I am is starving.”
“Thank fuck.”
Kaylee snorts. “I guess this would be a hard place to be vegan. Your friends don’t exactly look the type.”
I shrug and grab two burgers and a bag of fries. “Bull’s vegan. Nobody gives him shit about it.”
“Because he can bench a fucking car. What flavor shake you want, Kaylee? I got vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry.”
“I… I’m going to cry,” Kaylee says, looking at Wraith like he’s her fucking hero. “Strawberry.”
We both watch, probably thinking the exact same fucking thing when she grabs the cup, wraps her lips around the straw, closes her eyes and sucks down a big gulp with a low moan. Wraith and I make eye contact and he smirks.
“Didn’t they fucking feed you?” I ask.