Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 130102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Shade turned to Easy whose eyes were still glued on Maddie. Angel was on the other side of the bar, leaning across it and talking animatedly to Chelle’s oldest daughter. The sweet butt’s tits were practically falling out of her top and Shade swore he could see her nipples from where he stood. Yeah, he needed to have some words again with both of Chelle’s daughters.
“Brother, either of you fuckin’ touch her, you’ll end up in one of the furnaces turned to fuckin’ ash.”
“You sayin’ Chelle’s girls are too good for us?”
“Sayin’ they need to get their college degrees and make somethin’ of themselves. That’s Chelle’s dream for them and as a single mom she worked hard to make that happen. None of you assholes gonna fuck that up. Otherwise, I might even let Chelle push the ignite button on the furnace while you’re still breathin’, if I don’t slam it with my hand first.”
Easy grimaced. The last time someone was burned alive, it left a mark on everyone who witnessed it. Getting rid of a dead body was one thing, incinerating one still screaming was another.
“What about Jude?” Easy asked.
What the fuck? The kid was twelve, Easy better not be interested in him. Then he would be burned alive. “What about him?”
“College. All that shit.”
For fuck’s sake.... He didn’t think Easy had a thing for guys, especially ones underaged, but still... It sucked that Shade’s thoughts had gone there automatically.
“Jude wants to stick around, that’s up to him. Got six years before he can prospect if he wants that. Might wanna do his own thing and get some fancy degree. He’s fuckin’ smart.”
“You sayin’ we ain’t smart enough for Chelle’s girls?”
“More like smart-ass. Gonna tell you once more, put Josie and Maddie in the column of un-fuckin-touchables. Right under Reilly, Saylor and Tessa. Yeah? Thought I made that clear at Thanksgivin’.”
“She wasn’t twenty-one at Thanksgivin’.” His brow furrowed. “Hey, d’you think it’s fucked up you’re closer in age to Maddie than to Chelle?”
This wasn’t the first time he’d been asked that, especially after Maddie recently turned a year closer to thirty. “No.”
Easy nudged him again. “Guess seasoned pussy’s better than unseasoned, right?”
“Brother, outta everyone, you’re like blood to me. But that blood could easily be spilled.”
Easy grinned. “Only fuckin’ with you.”
He wasn’t, but Shade let it slide. Especially since they both spotted Chelle walking toward them. Her hips weren’t quite as round as Cassie’s, but they still managed to draw attention. Too much for Shade’s liking.
“Fuck yeah,” Easy moaned. “Fuckin’ lucky bastard. Never thought I’d wanna MILF for my own, but I’m seein’ the error of my fuckin’ ways.”
“Get fuckin’ lost.”
Easy chuckled, gave him a chin lift, whispered something to Chelle in passing and then headed over to the bar to stand the minimum required distance away from Maddie.
Shade would still keep an eye on her. And him. Hell, all of his horny fucking brothers.
“Hi, handsome.”
“Hey, beautiful. You good?”
“Yes.”
The way she answered didn’t sound like it. He wondered if it had something to do with what Easy said to her. “Spill.”
Chelle took a breath.
“Chelle.”
“That one over there...”
She pointed to a sweet butt with long light brown hair. Young like the rest of them, except for Lizzy. He was surprised Josie and Maddie didn’t know Brandy. But maybe the girl hadn’t grown up in Manning Grove.
“Brandy,” he told her.
“Brandy asked if I breastfed you when you were a baby or if I gave you formula. I guess she was hinting that I’m old enough to be your mother.”
Shade blinked, then looked at Brandy, where she was standing behind the bar, now doing Jell-O shots with Lizzy and Ozzy. Ozzy seemed to be working the younger sweet butt with his rough charm, probably for a threesome later.
“Gonna handle it,” Shade murmured.
She grabbed his arm and shook her head. “No, I handled it.”
“How?”
“I told her I didn’t nurse you as a baby, but as a man you can’t get enough of sucking on my tits.”
His eyebrows shot up his head. “Used the word tits?”
She jerked up one shoulder. “I figured it was appropriate for the situation.”
He grinned. Yeah, it was. “Gonna make a great ol’ lady.”
She glanced up at him. “How am I not your ol’ lady yet?”
Fuck. Did she think she was? He shook his head. “There’s a process, beautiful.”
“I figured the process was done earlier.”
“When I filled you with my cum?”
Color shot into her face and she whispered, “When you moved in.” She pushed her glasses higher on her nose and fanned her red cheeks with her hand.
Yeah, he’d give her the cut the ladies got her Christmas morning. Earlier, she claimed wearing a “Property of” cut would look “badass.” He agreed. Especially if that was the only thing she was wearing.
Fuck yeah, he would fuck her in it tomorrow morning after she opened the present in private.