Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Ugly needed condoms, his chances of using them tonight extremely high. I felt guilty watching him from inside the vehicle, and it didn’t help that he held the boxes of condoms to the window as if I were the one planning to use them. I know everyone else in the other SUV beside me saw exactly what he did.
I don’t think he was doing it to be an asshole, but I guess there’s always a hint of possibility that the idiot wasn’t thinking of how it would affect Slick.
In my mind, she was upset, and that’s why it’s taking her a while to climb out of the other SUV.
“Are we waiting for her?” Ugly asks as he comes around to my side of the SUV. “Or are you having second thoughts about tonight?”
“Neither,” I say, knowing both are a lie. “Don’t.”
I grab the sleeve of his shirt when he turns to walk away. Slick’s door opens, and I narrow my eyes at her.
She wasn’t sitting in the passenger side upset at what she saw at the gas station. She was putting on makeup. Her lips weren’t bright red when she left the clubhouse. Her beautiful face was mostly devoid of anything other than Chapstick and a little mascara. The woman is so fucking gorgeous, she doesn’t even need any of it, but her lashes look a mile long now. Her lips are bright red, perfect for streaking down my thick cock.
“Are you going to go over there?” Ugly asks, having to backhand me in the chest to get my attention.
I shake my head. If the woman wanted to spend more time with me, she’d show it a little more rather than avoiding me at all costs.
I know I’m a hypocritical asshole that has been doing the same thing, but a rejection from her would cut a little too deep. The best offense is defense, right?
She doesn’t bother looking in our direction as she makes her way to the front door of the bar. Her clothes may not look like much to many others, but I’m turned on at the sight of her ass in those tight jeans. The tank top she’s wearing is covered by a flannel and her leather cut, but I’ve been privileged more than once at seeing her bare of all of it.
“Do you need a few minutes and a napkin?”
“What?” I snap, looking at my friend, instantly mad when I discover his eyes were on her in the same spots mine were. “If you don’t fucking stop…”
He looks back at me, humor I don’t feel myself swimming in his eyes.
“If you say one goddamned thing about hooking up with her, I’ll pull my leg off and fucking beat you to death with it.”
Instead of challenging me, he throws his head back, laughing so hard it brings a smile to my own face.
After a few moments he settles, his face still awash with a grin. “I’d never do that to you, man. I swear.”
He claps me on the back to get me moving toward the front entrance, and since I know Slick is inside, I’m less hesitant to head in that direction.
By the time we enter the bar and head to the tables in the far back corner that give us a perfect vantage point of the entire bar, Boomer already has a smiling woman standing in front of him. I don’t know if he sees something we can’t, but he’s doing his best to hide a look of distaste as she inches a little closer.
With little fanfare, he gently removes her hand twice from his thigh before standing and taking a step back.
Boomer isn’t the type to let any injustice slip past him without saying something about it, but I can tell he’s handling this woman with kid gloves for some reason.
“I’m heading to the bar first,” I tell Ugly, surprised when he follows me in that direction instead of joining our team. “Not drinking beer tonight?”
His eyes scan the bottles of liquor.
Ugly is the type to drink whatever everyone else is buying with a smile on his face.
“I’m in the mood for something a little different tonight.”
“You better not be in the mood for too much of anything. You’re driving, remember?”
“There’s third-row seating in Boomer’s SUV and you know that guy hardly ever drinks. Don’t worry. You’ll have a way home.”
Drake, Jake’s bartender, smiles as he approaches. “What are you guys having tonight?”
“Couple pitchers of beer,” Ugly says rather than picking from the glass bottles on display behind the bar.
We wait for the order, and I don’t even bother to be sly about watching Slick in the mirrors over the bar. It’s not the best reflection of her because of the décor, but I can see her smiling and laughing at something she, Boomer, Harley, and Alyssa are talking about.