Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44788 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Sitting on your hands, Becks? Really ?
I’d done the same thing whenever I was nervous as a little girl .
“ New car ?”
Shut up, Becky! Just shut up! Be cold! Hard! Not chirpy and conversational !
“It’s Dev’s.” He gave me a winning smile. “But I think I am going to get one too. It’s nice if you want to bring someone along. Especially if they are wearing something as pretty as that dress .”
I snapped my mouth shut as he turned on the ignition .
I tilted my seat back and closed my eyes. I wasn’t the least bit tired but he had just knocked me on my ass with that smile. Everything he said was seductive. I was going to have to take drastic measures, unless I wanted to just fall back into bed with him .
At the moment, the naughty, little devil-Becky on my shoulder thought that was a pretty good idea. Thankfully, the well-beahaved but annoyingly good little angel-Becky on my other shoulder told me to resist as long as it was possible .
Even she seemed to know it was a lost cause .
I would just pretend to be asleep the whole way. It wasn’t rude to ignore someone if you were unconscious .
Right ?
Chapter Seventeen
Whiskey
I slapped my hand against my neck. I highly doubted there had even been a mosquito in the air conditioned car, but it didn’t matter. I did know I needed to snap out of this lazy afternoon sex haze I was sliding into .
Wake up, dumbass. She doesn’t even want to talk to you, let alone roll around in the sheets with you !
It was too bad though. Because I was right back where I’d been before she left. I was single-minded in my desire for her. Completely focused on one very important objective .
Operation Make Becky Squeal .
I felt my eyes trying to slide to the right again. To her .
Specifically, to those sexy legs of hers. Those curvy, swervey legs of hers. I had no problem recalling how silky they had felt wrapped around my hips while I …
Focus on the road, Whiskey. Precious cargo on board. Times three, or even more, if Jack was right about Janet having twins again .
It was a good thing Becky was sleeping or she would have noticed I was sporting wood. Big wood. I had a huge tent in my pants .
If a hard on falls in the forest, but no one hears it, does it make a sound ?
Great Whiskey. Deep thoughts. Really dignified .
This is exactly how to get her to talk to you. To take you back. To know you are serious about fixing whatever happened to hurt her last year .
I couldn’t believe I was getting a massive chub just from sitting next to her in a damn car when I should be focused on driving! This sort of thing did not happen to me. Ever! I felt like a damn teenager !
The girls were chatting quietly in the back, so unually well behaved for once that I looked in the rearview mirror to make sure they were alright. They looked extremely pleased with themselves. I had the sudden suspicion that they were up to something .
I glanced in the rearview mirror again and saw Kaylie smile and wink at me conspiratorially .
I knew it! They were up to something! And it had to do with Becky and me !
I actually felt better. If Dev’s old lady was on my side, then whatever I had done couldn’t have been all that bad. And maybe it could even help .
Kaylie was like a mama bear with the people she loved. She was sweet and cuddly and utterly terrifying if you crossed someone in her inner cirlce .
Becky definitely counted. I thought that maybe I did too. Suddenly, I felt like whistling. I grinned, tapping my hands on the steering wheel, in time with an imaginary song .
Everything seemed bright. I was even looking forward to the barbecue. Just like that, things seemed so different from the hopelessness of the day before .
Maybe we actually had a chance at making this work after all .
“We’re almost there, should we wake her up ?”
I shook my head. I knew Becky worked hard, pulling lots of doubles. I knew because I drove past Mae’s constantly, except when I was drunk. Which I had been for most of the past week .
Then I had someone else do it. The guys took turns driving my drunk ass home and back to the club, always taking the long way so we went past Mae’s .
So I figured she needed the sleep. Plus, she looked so sweet curled up like that. It reminded me of all the times I’d worn her out with my manly prowess. All the times she’d giggled when I acted like a hungry animal that wanted to devour her .