Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Too much whiskey? Fuck.
So much so, he didn’t have a fucking clue who was going to pop out of his bathroom like a stripper coming out of a surprise birthday cake.
Did it really matter?
Probably not.
The only problem was, one of the bunkhouse rules was no women overnight. He didn’t need Trip kicking his ass out of his room. He liked living here. It was cheap. He had his own crapper. He had full access to the stocked kitchen down the corridor. He could get drunk off his ass and just stumble his way back to his bed. And, best of all, plenty of pussy was always available.
He held his breath as the doorknob on the bathroom turned.
It was like spinning a roulette wheel. His dick could’ve been placed in anyone’s box.
Well, female only, of course.
The door swung open and...
He blinked.
The woman smiled and tossed her long platinum-blonde hair over her shoulder.
Well, at least she wasn’t fugly.
But he had no idea who she was. “Uh...”
Her smile widened as she climbed into bed with him. Naked.
He had to admit her body was banging.
Which was probably why he banged her. Even drunk he had good taste.
“We banged, right?”
“You don’t remember?”
Cage weighed his options on answering that with a lie or not. “Last night’s a little sketchy. We use a wrap?”
She combed her fingers through his hair, making him pull his head away and grimace. “Of course.”
Oh, thank fuck. Last thing he wanted was to knock up some woman he didn’t know. Or, hell, any fucking woman.
“Three.”
He cocked an eyebrow. Huh. He guessed the amount of whiskey he drank, which robbed him of his memory, hadn’t done anything to affect his studly performance.
“The last time I had to work a little harder.”
Damn, he wished he remembered it now.
“If you’re a little sore back there, that’s why. I had to work you deep for a while to get everything up and running properly.”
Say what? Back where? “Uh...” He clenched his ass checks, checking to see if anything felt different.
She laughed and slapped his bare chest. “I’m just kidding!” Her laughter faded away. “You really don’t remember?”
He scratched at the whiskers on his chin. “Bits and pieces.” Total fucking lie.
She pouted.
Oh fuck. “Look, you gotta go. You can’t be in here.”
“You invited me.”
“Right. For...” Whatever the fuck we did. “For that, yeah. But we got rules.”
The sweet butts knew the rule about scramming before sunrise. If they wanted to keep in good standing with the Fury, they followed the rules. Rules like any brother with an ol’ lady was off-limits. No hard drugs. Their good-looking lady-friends were welcome as long as they were legal, open to anything, and could keep their fucking mouth shut.
Since he had no idea who this female was, it made sense this one didn’t know the rules. But whoever invited her to the party last night should’ve told her.
Or he should’ve. Fuck.
“I gotta get to work and you gotta get outta here before you’re spotted.”
“I have to sneak out?”
“Sneak out. Crawl out. Evaporate. Don’t care. Just do it.”
She grabbed his hard dick over the tented sheet, causing his hips to jerk. “You don’t want me to take care of this first?”
He pursed his lips as he considered her offer. “What time is it?” What did it matter if she left at seven or seven-fifteen? It would still give him enough time to get to the garage.
“Almost a quarter after eight.”
Oh fuck! He surged from the bed, dislodging not only her hand but the rest of her body, too. As nice as it was. “You gotta go. I’m gonna be late for work.” Not gonna be, he was.
“You work?”
He frowned. “Of course I fuckin’ work.”
“I thought you guys just rode your motorcycles and sold drugs or something.”
He stared at her. “Who the fuck invited you here last night?”
“You did.”
“No. To this property. It’s by invitation only. Who invited you?”
Her over-plucked eyebrows pinned together. “Janie.”
“Who the fuck is Janie?”
The naked twenty-something on his bed shrugged, making her really sweet tits jiggle. Fuck, they were so damn perky. “A chick I met at a party in Williamsport.”
“Who the fuck invited her?”
Platinum Barbie shrugged again, put a fingertip to her lips and tilted her head. “I think...” She put that finger in the air. “Janie.”
Cage gritted his teeth. “You just said Janie invited you.”
“Oh, yeah, right. I don’t know then.”
Christ. It was clear he hadn’t brought her back to his room for her smarts. “Don’t matter. You gotta get your ass outta here.”
“But—”
“No buts. Not a discussion. Get dressed, get out. Do it quick. Do it quiet. Just go.”
She huffed.
“Takin’ a fuckin’ shower. Be gone before I get out. Don’t steal shit. Don’t touch shit. Just go.”
“Don’t you want my number?”
He paused only a step away from his bathroom. Did he? No. He couldn’t remember how she was. She might have totally sucked and, if she did, he didn’t want to get stuck doing her again when he was sober.