Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
“You sure? If you do, I’ll make an extra bag.”
“I’m sure.”
She went back to watching the show, the aroma of popcorn tempting her.
“Make me a bag,” she called out.
Ignoring Moon rolling his eyes at her, she became engrossed in the show.
The main warlord had just picked a woman from his harem to spend the night with him. Poor thing didn’t know one of the other women was killing off anyone unlucky enough to please the warlord.
Absentmindedly taking the popcorn from Moon, she continued watching.
“Please,” Moon snorted from her side. “That is so fake. You can tell the actress isn’t into the scene.”
“She seems pretty into it from my viewpoint,” Larissa said around a mouthful of popcorn.
“Nah,” he criticized. “The dude must have bad breath.”
“I can guarantee you she doesn’t care.” Opening her can of sparkling water, she took a sip. “I’d kiss him.”
Moon gave her a dirty look. “He’s not into it, either. His dick is as limp as a dead shrimp.”
Her hand paused in the popcorn bag. “Shrimp? That’s a mackerel.”
“My bad. I wasn’t staring a hole through the television. I can’t believe you’d kiss him.”
“Why not? He hasn’t been French kissing Chastity.”
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Nope.”
“It was a just a kiss that may have lasted a couple of minutes. She wasn’t even that good.”
“Hmm. I’m curious, does Jesus have the right to vote?”
Moon opened his can of beer. “No.”
She would have to ask Killyama. Something told her that Moon was lying through his cheating teeth.
“Who do you think is better at riding a motorcycle—Jesus or you?”
“Me. Why?”
Shoving another handful of popcorn in her mouth to keep from laughing at Moon’s jealous expression, she continued to bait him. “Just curious.”
“Well, you can stop. You won’t be riding with the brother again.”
“You can’t stop me. If he offers, I will.”
“He won’t be offering.”
Larissa frowned at him. “Why not?”
Moon gave her a satisfied grin. “Because when I went into work this morning, I told him it would be hazardous to his health.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did.”
The smug look on his face made her clench her can.
“I wouldn’t,” Moon warned, “unless you want me find out how many times I have to paddle your ass before you beg me to stop, then I would fuck you until you had to crawl out of bed.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
Larissa set the can down on the table. “You wish.”
“You were much easier to deal with when you were scared of me.”
Deciding it would be more prudent to ignore Moon, she watched the show without baiting him further. Damn, she was going to have to take a cold shower. A slight movement from Moon reminded her that he was still there. Why should she have to take a shower?
As the credits rolled, she eyed Moon. Her desire took a nosedive, however, when she saw him using a toothpick to dig the kernels out of his teeth.
Moon stopped what he was doing to stare at her curiously. “You need something?”
“No. I’m good.”
He stretched his arms, yawning. Rising, he rubbed his abdomen as if he had eaten too much. “I’m going to hit the shower and have an early night. I didn’t get much sleep last night,” he wisecracked.
“Good night.”
“Good luck finding your costume.”
She balefully watched him leave when he didn’t attempt to kiss her good night, only his threat keeping her from beaning him with the empty can.
Disappointed, she started scrolling through the costumes again. She was at the point of just calling it a night and go as a nun. Her lips twitched as she imagined The Last Riders’ reaction if she did. There wouldn’t be any votes going on. The only thing stopping her from deciding that was the costume was that it was much too Halloween-y.
When she found another site, she sat up straight. Persistence pays off, she crowed to herself. Crossing her fingers, she pulled the pattern up. It didn’t seem too complicated. The problem was: could she finish it in time? The closest fabric store was in Jamestown. If she could talk her mother into coming in early in the morning, she could be back in Treepoint by her first appointment. She could then work the pattern when at work.
Cheerful, she got off the couch, disposing of the two empty popcorn bags and cans. She felt much better about going to the party now since none of The Last Riders would know it was her under the costume.
She quietly walked into their bedroom to check on Jace. From the hall light, she could see Moon lying sprawled out on the bed, wearing a pair of black underwear that hugged his gorgeous ass.
Damn.
She pursed her lips in disappointment at seeing the underwear, which he had started wearing after Jace’s birth; she had hoped they would be back in his drawer after last night.