Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
When I make my way back in, I know I’m already late for the meeting Kincaid told me about on my way out several hours ago. The main room is empty when there are normally a few guys in there shooting the shit or watching TV.
I stop by the kitchen for a bottle of water and head into the meeting room.
“We’re just waiting on….” I hear Kincaid say as I walk into the room.
“Whose fucking jalopy is that out front?” I ask referring to the beat to shit car parked directly in front of the doors.
I hear Snatch and Itchy laugh at me. They’ve been razzing me about Khloe and blue balls every chance they get. I flip them the bird as Shadow introduces me to a guy across the table.
“Have a good workout there, fella,” Shadow says playfully.
Ha, ha mother fucker, laugh it up.
Good thing about being in a room full of assholes is that I no longer have to carry around the erection I seem to have had every other second of the day.
I practically snarl at Shadow as I reach across the table and shake Bryan’s hand.
Kincaid clears his throat, calling order to the meeting since Itchy is so amused at my situation he’s practically cackling down at the other end.
I zone out as Kincaid and Bryan begin talking about his girl that was taken from Florida. I should pay attention; I’ve never been this distracted in a meeting before. It’s not good and definitely not fair to the team.
It isn’t until I hear my name that my attention to the situation returns. I jerk my head up and look at Kincaid. Surely, what Shadow just said can’t be true. They want me to go to Vegas with Bryan? Worst idea ever.
“Don’t give me that look,” Kincaid says as if I’m a damn child. “You need to get your ass out of New Mexico for a while.”
I shake my head no. “But, Khloe,” I begin.
“Khloe,” he says with a knowing look. “Exactly.” He gives me a look that’s not to be argued with. I’ve never doubted Kincaid, not once, and I’m not going to start now. His order may not be what I want at the moment, but I know he’s never steered me wrong before. If he feels like I should go with Bryan, then that’s where I go.
I zone out again, not able to keep my thoughts from how Khloe relentlessly flirted with Snatch last night. I snap out of my trance when everyone else begins to stand from the table.
“Leave about eight in the morning?” Bryan asks reaching for my hand again.
“Sure, man,” I agree. “It’s your show.”
I walk away from them grumbling like a child, but I can’t help it. I don’t know what’s going to be worse, being away from Khloe for a little while or staying here and being tortured every single day until she turns eighteen.
“Just what I need,” I mumble to myself. “A town full of hookers and a dick with hardly any self-control.”
“Girl trouble,” I hear Shadow explain to Bryan as I walk out of the room.
Asshole.
I have to walk by Khloe’s room to get to my own. I should just keep on walking, but as I mentioned earlier, my restraint where she’s concerned is very limited, non-existent really.
I knock softly on the door and hear her tell me to come in. I stand in the doorway, refusing to enter her room. She’s lounged back on her bed. The TV is on but the sound is turned down low.
“Snatch is going to get you a phone tomorrow.” I ran into him this morning on my way out. Since he was already heading into town, he agreed to grab one for her. That was of course after a couple jokes about not being able to score.
“Thank you,” she says softly.
I swallow roughly, wishing she were sitting in a chair rather than laid out in her bed. I can see the thin straps of her tank top. No bra straps. After seeing those glorious tits naked last night, I can easily picture what they’d look like behind the thin fabric of her shirt.
My cock has full understanding as well as it slowly begins to swell in my sweats. This girl is going to be the fucking death of me.
I clear my throat, quickly needing to get out of here.
“Won’t you join me?” she asks patting the empty side of the bed.
“Can’t,” I say with a quick head shake. “I’m heading out of town in the morning. I just wanted to stop in real quick and let you know.”
Her face falls, sadness marring her beautiful face. Her eyes begin to water, and it breaks my damn heart.
“Emmalyn will be here if you need anything, and I won’t be gone very long.”
She nods her head in understanding.