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)
Gentle, slow kisses turn into urgent, devouring ones.
Her legs have parted to straddle me and she shamelessly grinds against my cock. I love having her in my arms. The only thing that feels one hundred percent right in this world. I squeeze her ass through her yoga pants, wishing like fuck I could rip them off her. My hand slides under her shirt so I can touch her tit. She’s not wearing a bra, which is hot as fuck. I pinch her nipple, loving the way she groans in response.
The shower shuts off and I know I only have a few minutes before I need to bail. Rolling her onto her back, I buck my hips a few times, wishing we were naked and I were inside her. It still feels good to rub against her in ways that make us both moan.
With a chaste kiss to her nose, I pull away from her and climb off the bed. I shove my feet back in my shoes and try to ignore the way my dick throbs painfully in my boxers. Roux is a disheveled mess and I’ve never seen her look so gorgeous before. Her cheeks are red and her wet lips are parted. A sliver of her skin is visible on her stomach from where my hand was only moments ago.
“I wish I didn’t have to go,” I grumble. “I want to stay with you. Fucking Renaldo.”
“You have to,” she says with a frown. “He hurt you last time and that was because of me. I won’t be the cause again. Be careful.”
“I’ll come give you a good night kiss when I get back,” I tell her, my eyes settling on her lips.
“I’ll be waiting.”
Seems like all we ever do is wait for each other.
With a sigh, I finally leave her bedroom. Roan is dressed and walking out of his bedroom at the same time. I meet his stare, hoping to adopt a bored look.
“Just telling Roux bye,” I state. It’s the truth.
He narrows his eyes, glancing up at my messy hair, and then nods. “Let’s go.”
It feels like I dodged a bullet, but I also know my best friend isn’t stupid.
I can’t swallow down the uneasy feeling that has settled in my gut.
The house is crawling with thugs. Everyone looks at Roan and me like we don’t belong. It’s true, but what the hell can we do about it?
We find Kayden entertaining a group of guys. His shirt is off and he has a Glock tucked into the waistband of his jeans. A cigarette wobbles between his lips as he animatedly tells a story that has his idiot friends howling with laughter. Several girls linger nearby, ready to pounce on his dick if he’ll let them.
Unfortunately, this prick has a hard-on for my fucking girl.
If it didn’t land me in jail, I’d fuck him up just for thinking he could have her. As though he can sense my thoughts, he spots me through the crowd and imitates a gun with his finger, pretending to pop me in the head.
“Fucking asshole,” Roan grumbles.
“Same asshole who wants to fuck your sister.”
“I hate him.”
“Join the goddamn club.”
We ignore them and head over to a keg, helping ourselves to some beer. Kayden pushes past his friends to make his way over to us. He’s sporting a black eye, but other than that, he looks fucking fine. I don’t know why Renaldo beat my ass ten times worse than Kayden got it from Ryan.
“What’s up, kid?” I ask, sipping my beer.
“Did you bring Roux with you?” He looks around for her. “Renaldo said she was grounded, but we know better.” He smirks at Roan. “You’re her brother, not her dad.”
Roan shoves him away. “Keep it up, Ramirez. Jordy here’ll take another ass whippin’ from your brother just to watch me knock you on your ass.”
I laugh and Roan joins in.
Kayden fumes, his features turning stormy. “Watch your fucking mouths.” He does some bullshit gangster move, thrusting his hips and gesturing to his Glock.
I set my beer down and crack my neck.
“Or what?” I ask, walking right up to him. “You going to shoot me?”
He licks his teeth just like fucking Renaldo does. “No one would miss you.”
I grab his Glock out of his pants and drive it up painfully under his chin, bringing my nose to his. Despite trying to act like a badass, his eyes widen in fear.
“Keep running your mouth, you fucking pussy.” My spittle splatters his face, making him blink. “I’m going to keep this gun because, unlike your scrawny ass, I know how to use it. I’m not afraid to use it. And I’m having to babysit your bratty ass and may be forced to use it.” I pull back, poking his chest with the barrel of the gun, making him take a step back. “Go play with the other toddlers, baby Ramirez. The men were having a conversation until you interrupted.”