Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Anticipation built in the air at that announcement.
“What are y’all all getting so weird about?” Catori asked curiously.
She no longer looked anywhere near as drunk as she looked about a minute before.
I explained what we’d gone out to see today.
“Something that big, you’re going to need more people,” she mused. “You got that many people that can show up that fast?”
My eyes must’ve shown my hesitance because she said, “My dad could help. He’s old, but he knows how to shoot.”
“Your father’s not much older than I am,” Lynn drawled, looking amused.
“You’re not old, snookums,” Six teased. “At least not where it counts.”
I gagged. “Six, that’s my father you’re talking about. Have a fuckin’ care!”
Six wiggled her brows.
Catori threw her head back and laughed.
I watched her throat work and knew that had all these people not been here right now, I would totally be enjoying drunk sex.
Just as that thought occurred in my mind, the kid in my arms came up on a wail, screamed bloody murder directly in my face, and then laid his head back down on the other side.
My eyes met Trouper’s.
He was staring at his kid with amusement on his face.
“You want me to take him?” he asked.
I didn’t.
But Trouper looked like he wanted to hold his kid. He had that look on his face that said he was remembering things he probably shouldn’t be remembering.
I walked toward him and leaned forward, transferring the kid a lot more awkwardly than I’d intended because apparently, he didn’t want to let go of my neck.
Finally, when Trouper had him pried loose, I pulled myself free and turned around to go back to my spot.
Catori was standing there looking at me with a longing smile on her face.
“I want, like, eighteen of those!” she declared. “But I’ll start with just one.” Her eyes watched me. “When do you want to start on those?”
CHAPTER 16
According to my nipples, summer is over.
-Text from Catori to Harlow
CATORI
“Call me crazy,” I breathed as the door slammed closed behind us. “But I think you should really tell your friends goodbye before you just pick me up and slam the door closed.”
“I made sure that your friend had a ride home before I did that,” Laric said, bringing his hand down hard on my ass.
I squeaked and used my hands on his lower back to push myself upwards as best as my shoulder would allow before saying, “That hurt!”
“It was meant to,” he replied, a wide grin on his face as he breached the entrance to our room and tossed me down onto the bed. “Get naked.”
I did get naked.
My sweatshirt went, followed by my sports bra, leggings, thong, and then finally socks.
When I was left in nothing but my skin, I looked up to watch Laric rid himself of his clothes, too.
He was slower than I was, taking care with the cut that was on his back to lay it lovingly, almost preciously, along the footboard at the end of the bed.
The rest of his clothes went by way of my own, on the floor, inside out, uncaring of where they landed.
The moment he was naked, I allowed myself permission to stare at his cock.
His big, very throbbing, very hard, very I want it in me now, cock.
He wrapped his hand around it and squeezed, a small droplet of precum dotting the very tip.
I wanted to lean forward and draw it into my mouth.
Instead, I licked my lips and watched as he reached for the drawer in his dresser.
He came back up with a long strip of condoms, ripped one off, and tossed the rest to the dresser top.
“I don’t like condoms,” I muttered darkly as I watched him slick it on. “They suck.”
“They serve a purpose,” he said, hinting at my period with a glance down below. “And though I’m clean, and you’re clean, and you just declared you want to have my baby to the entire club, I have to give it some time.”
“Why?” I grumbled, squirming on my back as I watched him pump his cock a few times once he got the condom situated.
“Because A, I don’t want you to make a decision—one that includes an innocent child—while you’re drunk. B, your father is a pretty scary guy, and has a lot of scary friends, not to mention your brother looks like he could possibly take me. I don’t want to get you knocked-up without first doing it the right way.” He moved in, crawling up the length of the bed, his cock nearly scraping the mattress as he moved.
God, I wanted that cock in my mouth.
I would have tried had he not already put the condom on.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he ground out.
I grinned, opening my legs wider. “Like what?”
“Like you want to make me yours for forever,” he muttered darkly.