No Good – Dayton Read Online Stevie J. Cole, L.P. Lovell

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
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“I can’t find Diane.” Nora huffed, and Drew shoved me off. “She texted telling me to leave her here. And I have a curfew.”

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Drew sat up, shaking the pine straw from her hair, a concerned expression wrinkling her brow. “Where’s Hendrix?”

Nora rubbed at her temples. “I swear, between the two of you…”

“Oh, come, Nora,” I wrapped an arm around Drew. “Get off your high horse. You lost your V-card to Wolf freshman year.”

Drew glanced from me to Nora with wide eyes. “Oh my God. You did not, Nora?”

“She did…” Was it my business to spread? No. But it was obvious that Nora wanted Drew to have nothing to do with me. Which made her a hypocrite, and I was an asshole, so...

Nora flipped me off. “I’m taking your car, Drew. Come on.”

I grabbed Drew’s wrist, then bit her neck. “Stay here.”

“I’m not fucking you in some room of Hendrix’s brothel house.”

“Fine. You can fuck me out here.”

“No fucking in the proximity of Hendrix’s gross house.”

Nora grumbled. “Are you leaving or staying?”

“She’s staying,” I said, threading my fingers through Drew’s hair and slamming my lips over hers.

She nipped at my lip, then pushed me away. Her gaze bounced between Nora and me. “I’ll stay and make sure Diane’s okay.”

Bullshit.

“No, you’re staying because of him. But whatever.” Nora turned and made her way toward the house. “Just come get your car from my house tomorrow. If this knight in perverted armor can manage to drop you off…” She disappeared onto the porch.

“She’s not wrong,” I said, slinging my legs over the side of the trampoline and jumping to the ground. “You’re staying because of me.”

I held out my hand to help Drew down.

She took it with a roll of her eyes. “I’m not fucking you.”

“You already said that.” I led her onto the back porch and into the kitchen.

“Do I need to find Diane, open a door, and throw condoms at her head?”

“I don’t know. Do you?”

“If she’s with Hendrix, yes!”

A couple of girls were asleep on the couch, someone laid passed out on the steps amongst a pile of beer cans. This was how parties usually ended here. But it was better that they were here than on the streets.

We made it to the first landing before we heard the squeak of springs and thud of Hendrix’s headboard banging the wall. Moans trickled into the hall, followed by the smack of skin against skin.

“Call me, Big Papa.”

“Too late.” Drew groaned. “She’s getting chlamydia and pregnant.”

Placing an arm around her shoulder, I dragged her down the hall. “Believe it or not, Hendrix is safe. He’s got a fishbowl of condoms on his nightstand. Germs freak him out.”

“The guy who sent me a picture of his shit?”

“Yep.”

I opened the door to Zepp’s room and flipped the light switch. It felt weird coming in here. Not that he would give a shit. The first time I visited Zepp in prison, he told me I could move in if I wanted to. Keep Hendrix in check, get away from my old man, but I couldn’t leave mom and Arlo.

It just made everything feel empty when I couldn’t ignore that he was gone.

Drew stopped by the nightstand, glancing at the picture of Monroe and Zepp. “Is that Zepp?”

“Yeah.”

“He looks so much like Hendrix.”

I glanced at the picture. “He’s not as insane as him.”

“Who the hell is?”

And that was a good question. Not wanting to go down that depressing-ass road, I pushed the thoughts of Zepp away. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it at her. “Wanna sleep in that?”

“Can you unzip me?” She gathered her hair to the side.

“You know this is wrong?” I slowly inched the zipper down, exposing the skin of her back while making a point to breathe over her neck.

“What is?” she whispered.

I slid one shoulder off, then the other, and the material fell to a puddle around her high heels. My dick swelled. My balls drew tight. “Making me do this when I can’t fuck you.” I could. If I really wanted to. I had no doubt I could talk her into it, but I respected her more than that.

“Well, I can’t undo my own zipper, can I?” She pressed her naked back to my chest, then turned to face me as she backed away. All curves in nothing but lace underwear and high heels.

I slipped out of my jeans while I stared at her nipples, hard and inviting. It took every damn thing inside me not to grab her by the hips and throw her onto the bed.

“Behave,” she said.

I flopped down onto the mattress, thinking about how this girl was going to break my dick. “You’ve got your tits out, and you’re asking me to behave?”

With a smirk, she pulled my shirt over her head, then took off her shoes before hitting the light switch. “Better?”


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