Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Kid was fucking talented. He split his days in the shop with me and out on the water.
“Where the fuck is Cole? Wasn’t he supposed to be back with our lunch by now? I’m starving.”
“He called. Screwed up the order and had to go back,” I replied.
“Serious?”
“Yep.”
“Idiot.” Jamie laughed.
His gaze trained on the three women in the store as they checked out some long boards.
“How difficult is it to remember a Chinese take-out order for three? He needs to get his ass out of the sun. I think that hippy organic sunscreen he uses is killing off his brain cells. No joke.”
“I don’t know. I had some chick stop in here the other day and ask what brand he wears. Said he gave her a lesson and smelled good, or some shit. She ended up getting his number before she left.”
Jamie straightened. He looked stunned.
It took everything in me not to crack up.
He narrowed his eyes.
“Shut the hell up. Cole got laid based on his love for the environment?”
I shrugged.
One of the three girls browsing around the shop came up to the counter. Her smile passed between myself and Jamie.
“Excuse me. Um …” She paused to bite at her bottom lip. “Can one of you help us reach those shirts up there?”
She pointed behind her at the wall of merchandise, allowing the tiny top she was wearing to ride up her body and reveal a pierced navel and a tribal tattoo surrounding it, making no attempt to cover herself after she lowered her hand.
My gaze barely lingered. I wasn’t interested.
Jamie, on the other hand, smiled and threw his arm over her shoulder.
“Sure thing, baby,” he said gently. “I can help you with that. I’ll even lend a hand if you or either of your friends want to try one on. We’re all about good service around here.”
She giggled and hid her blush behind her hair, wrapping her arm around his waist.
“Might want to check IDs before you assist with anything,” I suggested as the two of them stepped away.
That girl looked young as shit, and virgin pussy fucked with my best friend’s better judgment. Made him a thoughtless moron completely controlled by a set of tits with legs. He had a thing for being a chick’s first and rarely passed up that opportunity.
Jamie glanced back, acknowledging me with a jerk of his head, grinning like he was already sheathing up his cock and sinking himself balls deep into one of the girls while the others waited bent over and eager.
I shook my head.
Dumbass was going to get himself in trouble one of these days.
The phone on the counter vibrated, dragging my attention away from the foursome about to commence in the dressing room.
I snatched it up and glanced at the sender. My pulse jumped.
It’s a little early. I usually wait until after dinner to randomly dial up men and cuss them out. Again, I’m SO sorry. I feel awful for saying that stuff to you.
My fingers moved vigorously.
Don’t need to apologize. That was the most interesting conversation I’ve ever had.
Really?
Straight up. How did the intended guy take it? You make him cry?
I never called him.
Huh. That surprised me. She seemed dedicated to destroying that prick’s ego last night. He sure as hell sounded like he deserved it.
You should’ve. I think you had a shot at causing some serious hurt.
I don’t know.
Got some mouth on you.
I pinched my eyes shut as my cock reacted …a-fuckin’-gain.
Shit.
Did I seriously need to give myself another reminder of her mouth? Hadn’t my brain been stripped of blood flow enough today?
Thanks? LOL. Not sure how to respond to that, so I’ll just take it as a compliment.
It was a compliment. Trust me.
Okay.
You trust me?
Where the fuck was I going with that question?
Way to switch into full-on creeper mode, Brian.
Christ.
I needed to back up before she blocked me and prevented any future conversations.
Not sure why I asked that or what the fuck it meant. You don’t know me. Can’t trust people you don’t know.
I don’t NOT trust you. If that makes sense. People don’t really earn trust with me. They lose it.
I stared at the screen, finding her response both interesting and cryptic, but not having time to dwell further on that as she hit me up again.
This is weird, right?
What?
This. Texting each other. I honestly wasn’t expecting to talk to you again. Everything in my life is seriously messed up right now.
What’s messed up about it?
EVERYTHING.
You gonna elaborate on that?
I’ll bore you.
Try me.
I waited anxiously for her reply. I wasn’t sure I was going to get one.
This felt too personal, but fuck it, I wanted to know.
Honestly? I feel like I’m spinning out of control. You ever feel like that?
Can’t say I have.
Like, I’m trying to focus on something steady to keep myself from falling, but I can’t see it. I just keep picking up speed, spinning and spinning.