Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Damn, he’s a monster!” Ivy squeals and we all burst into more giggles.
We become so engrossed in the porno, we completely forget about the pictures.
“What’s that position called?” I find myself asking as I take in the look of pure pleasure on Nixx’s face and wonder if Coy could pull it off.
As big as Coy is, I think he can do it. And Nixx sure as fuck looks like she’s enjoying it.
“The pile—” Peaches starts to answer only to yelp and jump a bit when a biker with long black hair comes up behind her and smacks her on the ass.
“Hey, sweetbutt, get me a drink, will ya?” he slurs out.
Peaches’s face flashes with annoyance for a second as she looks up at us.
But she slaps on the sweetest, fakest smile I’ve ever seen as she spins around to face him. “Sure, whatcha drinkin’?”
He holds up his bottle and seems to waver a little on his feet. “Beer.”
Peaches nods at him and rolls her eyes at us as she struts around the counter.
I scowl, wondering why she’s getting the dick a drink, especially when we’re standing right next to the bar.
June clicks her phone off and shoves it in her back pocket as the biker stumbles over to squeeze into the spot where Peaches was.
“Sweetbutts,” he slurs out with a big sloppy grin.
Instinctually, I take a step back and wrinkle my nose as the smell of beer rolls off him.
My movement seems to attract his attention though.
His sloppy grin begins to stretch as his glazed eyes roam over me, only to disappear once he actually looks at my face.
Suddenly he straightens, swallows, and bobs his head. “Ma’am.” He lifts his bottle into the air, swaying a little. “Welcome back.”
Then he stumbles away.
“What the hell? That was weird…” I say once he’s out of earshot.
Roxy chuckles ruefully and shakes her head. “Not really. Thanks to you, we actually got off easy.”
Even more confused now, I ask, “What do you mean?”
Roxy and June share a knowing look and I get the feeling they don’t want to tell me.
But Ivy blurts out, “We sweetbutts have to put up with all of ‘em, even the sloppy drunks, if we want to be an ol’ lady like you one day.”
There’s that silly word again—sweetbutt.
Almost as silly as ol’ lady…
“What’s a sweetbutt?” I ask, looking between the three of them.
Their eyes seem to widen at once like deer caught in headlights.
“Ah, shit. The Pres didn’t tell you?” Roxy curses and a pained expression appears on her face.
Feeling like I’m not going to like what sweetbutt means, I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head.
“Fuck,” she curses and looks at the other two for direction. When they just stare back at her, she turns to the bar counter, leans over it and snatches up a bottle and some shot glasses. “Damn it all.”
Peaches walks back up as Roxy begins to fill the shot glasses.
“Where’d he go?” Peaches asks, craning her neck.
“Wandered off,” Ivy says.
“More like stumbled off,” June snickers.
Peaches stomps her boot. “Shit! I don’t wanna go find his ass.”
Roxy casts a glance over her shoulder. “Don’t bother, he’s probably too drunk to remember anyway.”
Peaches nods her head and takes a swig from the beer she’s holding before looking at me and noticing my arms crossed over my chest. Arching a brow, she asks, “What’d I miss?”
“Allie doesn’t know what a sweetbutt is…” Ivy says like she’s talking about someone who died or something.
“Shit! Seriously?” Peaches asks, looking at me disbelief.
“Seriously,” Roxy answers for me then she waves us over. “That’s why we’re going to do some shots first.”
I open my mouth, ready to tell her I’m not really in the mood to do a shot, but she gives me a hard look.
“We’re all going to do some shots then we’re going to break it to her nice and easy.”
June scoffs as she walks up to the bar. “Nice and easy, huh?”
“Nice and easy.” Roxy nods and waves me over again.
Peaches and Ivy both strut up to the bar and the four of them look at me expectantly.
“Fuck,” I grumble as I walk up to the join them. “Just tell me and get it over with…”
“Shots first,” Roxy says, not backing down as she nudges one toward me.
Goddammit, whatever a sweetbutt is must be really bad.
My stomach fills with dread as I pick up the shot glass.
“Welcome back, it’s good to have you home, Allie!” Roxy grins and throws her shot back.
The other three echo her and we throw our shots back.
The tequila burns all the way down my throat.
Shaking my head, I slam my glass down on the counter and demand. “Now tell me.”
Everyone looks at Roxy expectantly.
Sighing, she grabs the bottle of tequila and refills her glass. “Fine, I’ll fucking do it.” Throwing back the shot, she slams her glass down on the counter then she looks at me. “There isn’t an easy way to say this, Allie, but sweetbutts are us girls who haven’t been claimed as an ol’ lady yet.”