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)
“I can hold off,” she replied quietly.
I gave her a squeeze and shut my eyes.
Not a minute later did I open them again when moans crept under the doorway.
Syd’s head shot up with a gasp.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered, looking around in a panic. “Is that …”
“Jamie,” I answered irritatingly, shutting my eyes again and hearing another moan, then two more, all three of lighter pitch and distinctive between each other.
“And friends,” I hissed, jaw flexing.
Motherfucker.
Thinking it was time he soundproof insulated his bedroom.
“That’s …I think he has three women with him,” Syd guessed.
“Sounds like it.”
She made a noise in her throat, a cross between a grunt and a gag, then I felt her head hit my chest again.
My arms tightened around her.
“Night, Wild.”
“Idiot,” she murmured. “Knew it was something stupid. He totally blew it with Tori.”
I gave her another squeeze.
She sighed, squeezed me back, then gave me a sweet, “Night, Trouble.”
It was just as cute as it had always been all those nights she’d give it to me before we hung up, but in my arms it was better.
The best.
I felt her fall asleep as I lay there, mind heavy and working out the plan I needed in order to keep Sydney here with me.
Only when I had it did I finally drift off.
* * *
Sipping my coffee, I flipped the bacon I was frying when movement over my shoulder turned my head.
Jamie walked through the living room and entered the kitchen wearing unbuttoned shorts and nothing else, rubbed his hands down his face and back up, looking exhausted, then acknowledged me with a jerk of his chin as he went straight for the coffee.
“Hell yeah. You makin’ breakfast? What’s the occasion?” he asked, grabbing a mug out of the cabinet and pouring himself a cup. “I’ll take my eggs over easy. And make sure you cook them in the bacon grease. Don’t waste that shit.”
I focused on the pan in front of me.
“You’ll take your eggs to go at fuckin’ McDonald’s, unless you plan on making them yourself,” I replied, turning to look at him. “This is for me and Syd whenever she wakes up.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“No shit,” he said, smiling as he hoisted himself up on the counter, mug in hand and legs swinging like a fucking elated child waiting up for Santa on Christmas Eve. “She found you, I take it. How’d that go down?”
“She’s in my bed. How do you think?”
Jamie took a sip of his coffee, nodded, then shared, “Happy for you, man. Straight up.”
“Thanks.”
“Seriously. That’s great for all of us. Means I won’t have to put you on suicide watch and take shifts with Cole. Just so you know, pretty sure it was coming to that.”
I glared at him, got a smug grin in return, then went back to the bacon, pulling out pieces that were on the good side of being burnt and putting them on a plate covered with a paper towel to soak up the grease.
“Fuck. Last night was crazy,” Jamie muttered next to me. “Think I might need a cast for my dick.”
“Not that it’s any of my business and, please, let’s keep it that way. Only sharing this ’cause it was shoved upon me last night and I had no choice but to hear it. Now I’m figuring I can pass it off and maybe I’ll forget I ever heard it in the first place, which would be fuckin’ great.” I cut my eyes to him, continuing on to say, “You fucked up with Legs. Pretty sure she wants to kill you.”
Mug in his hands resting in his lap, Jamie looked irritated as he asked, “What the fuck for? She shows up at my party looking like straight-up pussy on a fuckin’ platter, flaunts that shit in my face knowing I want it then disappears on me like a fuckin’ ghost, making me tear this place apart looking for her hot ass, which I did for a solid fifteen minutes, passing up opportunities left and right, and she wants to kill me? Why?”
“Don’t know. She didn’t say,” I replied, then studied him hard to ask, “Wait, who the fuck did you have in your room last night then? I know you had more than two.”
Jamie shrugged.
“The Baker sisters,” he answered casually.
“That’s weird, man,” I told him.
He looked affronted.
“They’re stepsisters. It ain’t that weird.”
I shook my head while looking away, pulled the rest of the bacon out and turned down the heat, then grabbed a bowl and slid the carton of eggs in front of me, cracking a few in and whisking them quickly with a fork.
“Need to talk to you about something,” I said after draining out most of the grease but leaving enough in the pan so it would flavor the eggs.
“Shoot.”
I checked over my shoulder, making sure we were still alone, then turned to Jamie.