Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Dangerously so.
For any of us to go to Dia’s place, she has to crate the dog. There is a reason for this, and BW had to learn it the hard way and for everyone.
BW is Doll’s older brother, he got worried once when Dia didn’t answer her phone. He rushed to her place, used the key he has to get in, and immediately found himself with an additional appendage as Skye latched onto his arm and wasn’t about to let go. Luckily, he didn’t need stitches, but the wounds took forever to stop bleeding and then weeks to heal fully.
He wasn’t mad like I expected him to be. As soon as Dia came out from her bath, she had been soaking in wrapped in her robe to call Skye off, he found a way to laugh about the whole thing. He learned a lesson in patience that day and we all learned exactly how far Skye will go to protect Dia.
“Yeah, goober is up. Your balls are safe, Justin.” Dia mutters as her face clearly shows her struggle to keep the contents of her stomach down. “I love you too much for her to get the prize family jewels,” Dia slurs.
“My balls, huh?” Toon counters.
Mariella and I both laugh before I answer, “Dia is determined it’s time to teach Skye to sic balls for any man that enters.”
Toon halts in place stopping us all as his eyes grow wide in seriousness. “Why in the fuck would any of you think that is funny? She tried to turn BW’s arm into a tug toy and now you are teaching her that balls are the number one target. There is something wrong with this.”
Dia pats his chest, “Oh Justin, I want your balls safe and sound. I promise she won’t get you.”
He rolls his eyes, “I feel so much better.”
We begin walking again making our way up to the building we live in. I branch off giving a quick hug to my sister in which Toon immediately stops.
“You get inside, and I’ll continue on. Not until you cross that threshold, and the door is closed and locked will we move on.”
I smile, “you’re a good man, Toon.”
“And you’re drunk, Maritza. Don’t tell me you love me. Just get inside.”
Getting inside my condo, I lock the door behind me and code the alarm to set for me being inside. My entire body is relaxed. I lost count of our shots and drinks, but I am definitely feeling great.
Hopping in the shower, the water teases my skin. As I get out and glide the towel against my naked body, heat flushes me. Going to my room, I climb in my bed after dropping the towel to the floor.
Twisting and turning, I can’t get comfortable. My phone beside me, I pick it up to see my screen picture of Hollis and Dillon. It was a beach day and Hollis is flexing his arm muscles with Dillon doing the same behind him.
Stupidly.
Bravely.
Ridiculously.
Whatever one can call it, I slide my finger across the screen and hit his number. Dillon “Karma” Jacoby is my kryptonite. It’s more than attraction. The man he is calls to me. He is strong, lives life by his own moral code, and believes in protecting his family. He can be rough but gentle at the same time. While it can cut deep, he’s always honest. I respect the man he is and the things he wants in life.
“Lo,” he answers on the second ring. His voice is raspy from sleep, and I feel my insides quiver.
“Dillon,” I whisper.
“Zizi, you okay, babe?” he livens up with his question.
“I’m okay.”
“You need something?”
I let out a laugh, “yeah.” Oh I need something, more like someone … him.
“What do you need?” he asks genuinely concerned.
I sigh, “I need you. I need you to come over here and have your way with me.”
“Maritza,” his voice is strained.
“Hush. I need you to come put your lips to mine. I’m gonna open for you and our tongues will dance together.”
“Baby,” he groans.
I let out a sigh. “You’re gonna cup my breasts, squeezing with your large hands. The callouses you have are going to heighten the way it feels against my soft flesh.”
“Fuckin’ hell,” is all he can respond before I keep going.
“Your hand is gonna roam south. You will find my pussy dripping wet for you, Dillon.”
“Where are you?”
I moan as I allow my free hand to run up and down my exposed skin only heightening my needs. “I am home in my bed.”
“Fuck,” he says as I hear the phone move from him shifting.
“You should know I’m naked.”
“Baby, what are you doin’?”
I hum as my desire climbs. “I am telling you, my fantasy. I’m gonna touch myself and come thinking of you. It happens often. But having your voice right here,” I slide my fingers between the lips of my pussy feeling my slickness as I begin to work myself. “It’s gonna be the best yet.”