Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 119650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
“You sure fucking did,” Riley agrees with her, despite knowing damn well no one could ever come close to my times. “Though just between you and me, I’m embarrassed for them. How humiliating, having your time smashed by a chick on her first ever lap. If I were you, I’d be reconsidering my choice of men. Now, if you need a replacement, I could show you a good time.”
Striding towards Riley, I smack him up the side of his head, more than ready to pick up where we left off last weekend. After all, I never got the chance to prove I could whoop his ass, though we both know it’s true, no matter how many times he denies it. That night kinda got away from us. The moment the cherry-flavored lube was brought out and slathered all over my girl, I was a fucking goner.
Grabbing a drink for me and Bri, I drop down into my seat and she sashays over to me, the perfect amount of sway to her hips that has my cock flinching in my pants. She takes her place on my lap, her arm hooking around the back of my neck as I crack open her drink and hand it to her. “Why thank you, peasant,” she says with a ridiculous grin before leaning in and pressing her lips to mine.
“Watch yourself, Killjoy. You’ll leave me no choice but to remind you who has you by the fucking balls. Ain’t no peasant can make you scream the way I do.”
“You’re right,” she says. “Only a king can make me come like that.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
“Question,” Jax asks from across our group, sitting forward and propping his elbows against his knees. Arizona sits on the ground in front of him, leaning back against him with his legs on either side of her, practically using his dick as a headrest. “Anyone else curious about the art of pegging?”
“Oh, please no,” Addie says, pressing her hands to her ears. “The last thing I need is a mental image of you getting railed by some chick wearing a strap-on.”
I gape at my sister, my jaw slack in horror. “How the fuck do you know what pegging is?”
She shrugs her shoulders and indicates toward Hudson beside her. “He explained it to me last week.”
“What?” I question, my eyes practically falling right out of my head as I turn my horrified stare on Hudson. “What the fuck are you doing talking to her about that shit?”
“Woaaaaaah,” he says, his hands shooting up in defense. “This is way out of context. It’s not like I’ve been explaining this shit to her in the hopes that one day I can convince her to strap one on and rail me while I’m on my hands and knees. What do you take me for? It was mentioned in one of the smutty books she likes. She didn’t understand, so I explained and then moved on as fast as I fucking could, otherwise she would have googled it and you and I both know that can’t happen.”
A smug expression flitters across Addison’s face and as she attempts to mask it, I realize I just fell straight into her trap. Hudson and I both have. That little brat. She had every intention of messing with me and it worked like a fucking charm. I give her a hard stare, narrowing my gaze. “Dead to me.”
“Oh, please,” she scoffs, knowing damn well that I’m all talk. “Pegging wasn’t even the worst of it. Imagine what else I had him teach me. Next time, I’ll be asking for demonstrations and diagrams.”
Logan laughs, his hand gently roaming up and down Chanel’s thigh. “Rule 34,” he announces, making me shake my head. “When in doubt, check PornHub. Guaranteed any fucked up curiosity you might have has already been thought of and exploited in porn. If you can think of it, there’s porn of it.” He winks. “You can thank me later.”
Fuck no. The last thing I want is my sister searching the endless pages of PornHub. “Somebody talk about something else before I introduce Logan’s face to my knee.”
“Okay,” Arizona says, flying to her feet and turning on Jax. She gives him a hard stare, the slight bit of alcohol in her bloodstream making her brave. “I’ve got something I need to talk about.”
Jax shakes his head. “Don’t, Ari. You don’t want to go there. Not now.”
“Are you kidding me?” she questions. “It’s been two weeks since you found out at the lake, and you’ve been tiptoeing around it ever since. Am I that disposable to you that this doesn’t even warrant a conversation? I’m in love with you, Jax, and I have been for … I don’t even know how long. I am the only consistent woman in your life and the only one who always sticks around through your bullshit. I’ve watched you go from girl to girl, jumping through hoops just to get between their legs, and every damn time, you come back to me. Every time, Jax. You can’t tell me that this means nothing to you. You treat me like a fucking queen … but only when it suits you.”