Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Shit,” she said. “I just dropped half of them on the ground. Do you think they’re okay to pick back up and shove back in the bag?”
I shook my head. “No. Just throw them away. We have more.”
Well, not on me, but I knew I could get some if I needed them. I’d seen Peek’s wife, Alison, doing her nails the other day and she’d had a bag next to her the size of a white kitchen trash bag.
Apparently, she’d gotten the massive package on sale at a wholesale shop, and she hadn’t had to buy cotton balls in the last year and a half since she’d bought it.
“Okay,” Raven agreed, not bothering to bend down and pick them up. “This might sting.”
My belly tightened at the feel of that cool liquid touching my skin, followed shortly by the burning fire that always shadowed the coolness.
“All done. Do you think a big Band-aid will cover it, or should I use the four by four gauze pads?” she asked.
Then she went on to cover it with the pads without waiting for my reply, and I halfway wondered why she’d even bothered to ask if she wasn’t going to wait for my reply.
“Tape,” she said, holding her hand out.
I picked up the white tape from the box, then handed it to her over my shoulder.
She took it and ripped a piece off using her teeth.
The act was surprisingly sexy, and I found myself watching her movements as she attended to me.
Her fingers were light on the back of my arm, and my whole body started to sing as I felt her breathing on my shoulder.
Her tongue was caught between her top and bottom teeth, her blue eyes so focused on the task before her that she didn’t notice me watching her.
The longer I watched, the more I believed that she’d probably be better off without me.
Raven had gone through some incredibly difficult events in the past year and she’d had a hard life growing up. The poor woman didn’t deserve to have all of my fucked up mess in her life. She’d already gone through enough.
With determination in my voice I said, “Are you done yet?”
She nodded, running her finger around the outer edge of the gauze to ensure it stuck.
“Done,” she announced. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
Only my cock, but I doubt you’d be willing to take care of that for me.
Instead of saying that, though, I went with, “No.”
She smiled at me and stepped back, immediately bringing her arm to her belly.
“Your arm hurting you?” I asked as I turned around.
“No,” she lied.
I rolled my eyes and opened the bathroom door without bothering to dress completely. “Come on. I think we have some community pain pills that we all share.”
“Isn’t that kind of illegal?” she asked as she followed me closely back through the hallway and out into the main room of the seven-bedroom lake house we called the clubhouse.
All five of the original members of The Uncertain Saints had gone in to buy this place. With each of us donating a hundred thousand dollars, we’d been able to buy prime lakefront property on the beautiful Caddo Lake.
We’d also purchased about fifty acres that surrounded our lake house, giving us the privacy we needed to ensure that no one walked onto our property and witnessed any of our activities. Activities that were sometimes legal, and sometimes not so legal.
“Not illegal,” I lied to her. “Each of us has had a script for some at one point in time. Now we have a common area where we keep them in case we need one.”
I took her into the kitchen and led her to the Scooby Doo cookie jar that was sitting on the counter, lifted the lid, and reached in for a white pill.
Raven’s eyes had widened at seeing that cookie jar filled nearly to the top.
“What the hell?” she breathed. “Why do y’all have that much?”
“Last year, Griffin fractured his hand in an…altercation,” Alison said from behind us as she walked to the coffee pot and refilled her cup. “Then, just last month, Peek had his jaw fractured during another altercation.” She smiled as she recalled the memory. “And during that same altercation, Mig twisted his knee and it blew up to the size of a watermelon.” Alison grinned. “Each time they were prescribed pain meds. When they’re done, instead of throwing the bottle out, they get dumped into there. I’d avoid the blue ones, though. Those are a joke.”
Raven pulled the cookie jar closer and peered inside.
“Are those little blue pills what I think they are?” Raven asked carefully.
Alison grinned.
I, however, did not.
I’d been on the receiving end of the ‘little blue pill joke.’ And I hadn’t liked it. Not one bit.
My cock hadn’t liked it either.
I’d stayed hard for nearly eight hours, and that was the most painful eight hours of my whole existence.