Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“What about Tara or Tayla or whatever the fuck that girl’s name is? She’s eighteen now,” Terrence offers. “You could keep your asshole safe.”
Cal snorts. “Was your asshole safe in prison, Jordy?”
“Why don’t you grab a bottle of water?” Roan grits out. “You’re being more than your usual dickhead self.”
“Naw,” I mutter. “It’s fine. If we don’t joke about it, who the fuck are we? Certainly not Hoodlums.” I down the rest of my beer. “Nobody came after my ass because I’d beat the fuck out of them. And your dad had my back.”
Roan’s brows furl, but I can tell he’s relieved to know Jace was looking after me.
“Do you guys ever feel like losers still partying here with all these goddamn kids?” Terrence asks, tossing his empty beer bottle at some douchebag near the fire.
“We’re only here to keep an eye on shit,” Roan reminds him. “Roux and Charlotte seem to like hanging out with these assholes. And some of these assholes think it’s okay to deal like this is their goddamn property. All we’re doing is reminding them they don’t run this town, we do.”
Everyone sobers at that statement.
“Is that baby Cuntingham?” I ask, nodding my head to the fire. “He’s fuckin’ little mouse?”
Hollis groans. “She’s my sister. I’d rather not imagine her fucking anyone if that’s all right with you.”
“Ryan Cuntingham almost got his ass kicked a while back,” Cal says with a laugh. “He’s kept in line since.”
“Yeah? What for?” I tear my gaze from Cuntingham by the fire to my best friend.
“For being a dick,” Roan says with a shrug.
“Or, he was sending a message back to his older brother,” Terrence teases like he’s a goddamn gossipy girl. Fuck, I’ve missed these guys.
“What sort of message?” I ask.
Roan drains the rest of his beer and tosses it toward the fire. “Tyler wants to fuck my husband.”
“Oh my God,” Hollis groans. “Seriously? This again? He was being nice. He doesn’t want to fuck me.”
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you, man,” Roan grumbles in annoyance. “I’ll lay his ass out if he even thinks about acting on his fantasies.”
“He can’t have me, rat lover.” Hollis twists to look up at Roan. “I’m yours.”
They kiss and I watch them. Again, envious. Not because I want to dick down some dude, but because I want to have that connection with someone.
A giggle pierces the night air.
Her giggle.
My dick twitches at the memory of Roux wrapped around me, kissing my lips. Fuck. That took self-control not to shove my trunks down and claim her in that river. I would’ve been so fucked, though. Not only is she underage, but she’s Roux. Little fuckin’ Hoodlum. So untouchable it’s not even funny.
“You living at home?” Terrence asks me.
I cringe as I think about the way my mom shook her head when I stood on the porch. No. She turned me away after she tossed a bag of my belongings at me. It was only fair when I did the same to her and Dad when they tried to visit me. That fucking hurt, but I was determined not to have to beg Juno for a place to stay. I was going to figure it out on my own, but Roan and Hollis wouldn’t have any of it.
“Nah, he’s gonna stay with us until he gets on his feet,” Roan says. “He’s family.”
If he only knew how close I got to fucking said family, he’d murder me.
“What?”
The voice carries over the partygoers’ laughter, waking my cock much to my disgust. Roux traipses up the porch steps of the cabin where we’re all spread out in lawn chairs. She crosses her arms over her chest, only serving to push her perky tits up, making them threaten to spill from her sundress. I shamelessly check her tits out before tearing my gaze away. Maybe I ought to find that black-haired skank everyone was joking about earlier.
“Jordy’s gonna take the couch,” Roan reveals. “That okay with you?”
Her fiery glare burns into me. “What does it matter? It sounds like it’s already a done deal.”
“It matters,” I bark out. “If you don’t want me there, I’ll find another place to stay.”
She walks over to me, scowling. “Whatever. I don’t care.”
Liar.
“Hey, Roux-Roux,” a deep voice calls out. “A bunch of us are heading over to Zac’s. You wanna come hang with us?”
I’m out of my chair before I can think better of it, my hands fisted and ready to pummel Kayden Ramirez. “Get the fuck out of here.”
His boyish grin fades as he glares back at me. “What the hell, man?”
Roux grips my arm, her nails digging into my flesh. “Stop.”
Kayden’s eyes rake down to where she touches me, fury flaring in his eyes. I flash him a smug grin. One that says, “Your girlfriend’s pussy was on my dick hours ago.” He hears the unspoken message loud and clear.