Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
With that, she wraps up the video and sends it to herself and then everyone else in her fucking address book. Both mine and Tanner’s phones beep with incoming texts, and as we pull them out, Addison instructs us to send it to everyone we know.
Once the video posts to all of Addison’s socials, we get back into the Mustang, leaving Erica alone on the court. The video is already spreading around the globe, her call for justice trending worldwide.
Chapter 25
TANNER
“Hope you’re ready for me, @Bad_GirlZoe18,” Jax says, slipping his hand into Riley’s bag and scooping out his phone as Riley speaks with Coach Wyld about his college options for next year. “Hope you’re ready for me because I’m about to fuck your fucking world.”
I shake my head, but I can’t lie, the idea of messaging this chick for Riley has been playing in the back of my mind since the moment we learned about her. I don’t know what it is about her, but she’s already got my best friend by the balls, despite the fact he’s too chicken-shit to even talk to her.
It’s cute really … nah, fuck that. It’s lame as shit. The dickhead needs to grow a pair of balls, but if he won’t do it, then we’ll happily step in for him. The only issue we’ve had is that since finding out we were planning to make this happen, Riley has been gatekeeping his phone like it was his only lifeline. But honestly, the fucker should have a little more faith in us. Well, me at least. Hudson, Logan, and Jax have had their own girl issues. Not me though. I know exactly how to satisfy my woman and keep her coming back for more.
Logan comes barreling through the locker room. “If we’re doing this, it’s gotta be now,” he tells us. “Wyld had him close the door and sit down.”
I cringe. When Coach asks you to close the door behind you, that means you’re in for the long run. Though it’s game night, so it can’t be any longer than twenty minutes. After that, we need to get ready and get our heads in the game, no ifs or buts about it. That stands for Coach too.
Jax sits on the bench as Hudson hovers over his shoulder, watching with a close eye. After all, if anyone is going to fuck this up for Riley, it’d be Jax. That idiot couldn’t even shave his balls without busting a nut.
“Umm, okay,” Jax says with the kind of confidence that has me groaning. He holds the phone up, reading it out as he types. “Hey little Baddie, you caught my eye. But just between you and me, the only reason I’d kick you out of bed is to fuck you on the floor.”
“Aww, fuck no,” I say, snatching the phone out of his hands before he can hit send. “The hell is wrong with you? You send her that shit and you’ll get blocked in seconds.”
“What the fuck would you know?” Jax questions. “You have no fucking game. I’m the one reeling in all the bitches. How many chicks have you fucked in the past few weeks? Oh what’s that? Fucking crickets. You have one. Me? I could score with every chick in town. Hell, I already have.”
Logan smacks his brother up the back of his head. “Bullshit. All you’ve fucked is your hand since the lake. Besides, I don’t think Riley just wants to fuck her. He wants to date her and then fuck her.”
“Bullshit,” Jax says. “Riley doesn’t date. He fucks and then bails. Trust me, let me work my magic and I’ll have Riley slipping one in by the end of the night.”
Hudson holds his hand out for the phone. “Sorry, man, you would have struck out with that shit,” he says. “Give it to me.”
I shake my head as I hand it over, knowing damn well Hudson won’t be able to pull anything worthwhile out of his ass. He hits the backspace, holding it down until the screen is clear. “Alright,” he says with a moronic grin. “You guys ready to see the master at work?”
Jax scoffs, getting salty that his efforts were disregarded faster than the chicks he usually fucks. Hudson gets on with it, reading out his message and typing just like Jax had. “Hey girl, I couldn’t help but notice your ass in that red bikini. I’m not gonna lie, you’ve had me rocking a semi for days,” he says, making me gag. “What do you say we do something about it? Your place or mine?”
Pride settles across Hudson’s face as he turns the phone around for us to read over the screen and I can’t help but notice the multiple spelling errors. “You’re fucking kidding, right?” I question, letting out a heavy sigh before taking the phone back. I glance toward Logan. “Do you want a chance to embarrass yourself, or should I just take it from here?”