Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Not giving him a chance to respond, I walk away, heading down the hallway and following the smell of Chinese food coming from the kitchen. The rest of the guys linger around the kitchen, digging in, and the second I appear across the room, they each look up with curious stares, their sharp gazes sailing over me.
Swallowing my pride, I stride over to the kitchen, and as I move in beside Dalton, I take the plate from his outstretched hand. “Thank you,” I mutter, refusing to look up as I feel Zade’s stare still lingering on my face.
Going about my business, I load my plate with Chinese food before making myself comfortable on the couch, knowing how Zade hates people eating on the couch. He always made me eat at the kitchen counter or the dining table—but fuck him. The asshole can afford a new couch. Besides, I don’t really understand his problem. It’s a leather couch. Any spills can be easily wiped up. Not that there should be an issue with spills anyway because, unlike the guys, I don’t eat like a filthy pig.
Curling up on the very edge of the couch, I watch out the panoramic windows at the impressive view of Faders Bay below. The sun is only just beginning to set, sending beautiful orange rays across the city with gorgeous hues of purples and pinks as the perfect backdrop.
Despite the bossman’s objections, the boys come and join me in the living room, casually dropping onto the couches around me while still giving me space to breathe, leaving Zade across the room at the table by himself. “You know,” Sawyer says in a non-committal tone, digging into his dinner as he keeps his gaze focused on his plate. “The first time I used anal beads on a chick, I didn’t realize they were supposed to be removed slowly. I yanked on those things like I was firing up a chainsaw with a pull-start motor. Man, I’ve never heard a bitch scream like that in my life.”
I choke on my dinner, having to beat at my chest to dislodge the food caught in my throat. My jaw drops, and I gape at Sawyer as Dalton and Easton do the same. “What the fuck, bro?” Dalton mutters.
Sawyer shrugs his shoulders. “Oakley says she can’t trust us. So I’m hitting her with a little raw honesty,” he says, his soft gaze shifting back to mine. I hold his stare a moment when I realize this is more than just trying to be honest. He’s trying to cheer me up, trying to keep my mind off my impending doom, and I can’t fault him for that. Hell, I might even appreciate it, but I’m not ready to admit that out loud.
“Alright,” Dalton says, pursing his lips together as he nods. “You want to go all out with the honesty? Then we’ll go all out.”
Sawyer smirks at Dalton and lifts his chin. “Bring it.”
“I see your anal beads, and I raise you one overly sensitive gag reflex.”
“Ahh, shit,” Easton says, leaning back on the couch and glancing up at Dalton. The slight movement adjusts the way his shirt collar sits around his neck, and Venom makes an appearance to see what’s going on. “I’ve gotta hear this.”
Dalton lets out a heavy breath and rubs a hand down his face. “I’ve gone years without having to tell this,” he says, shaking his head. “This chick was going to town on my cock, and she’d warned me that she had a sensitive gag reflex, but I was getting into it and she was taking me pretty deep. I figured she was exaggerating, so I thought I’d help her out, you know? I put my hand on the back of her head so I could really fuck her mouth, and next thing I know, the bitch was blowing chunks all over my cock.”
Sawyer booms with laughter as Easton shakes his head, unable to hide his smirk, but Zade just watches us from across the room, his face still a cold and emotionless mask.
“You’re fucking with me,” Sawyer laughs.
“Hand on heart, man. I’ve never scrubbed my dick so hard,” he says. “She was too embarrassed and kicked me out before I even got a chance to shower. I had to walk the whole way home before I could clean that shit up.”
The boys laugh, and I realize too late that there’s a wide smile tearing across my face. I quickly school my features and try to remind myself just how pissed I am with these assholes when Sawyer turns his attention on Easton. “Hit us with it, Cross,” Sawyer says. “What’s your sex story?”
Easton scoffs. “This isn’t junior high,” he says. “I don’t have to whip out my dick just because you fuckers did.”
Dalton laughs and smirks at the big guy. “That bad, huh?”