Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 39(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 26(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 39(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 26(@300wpm)
“What does a chick’s grill have to do with pussy?” Theo asks and I can’t help but wonder where Charlie came up with this myself.
“Look at it like this, broad doesn’t brush her teeth, she ain’t cleaning top to bottom.”
“Man, I’m buzzin’ don’t kill it with dirty pussy.”
Charlie shakes his head. “Had this chick once, name was Sylvia. Bitch was sucking my cock so hard and so good I thought she would suck my balls right off me. Till she released me with a pop just before I could blow my load.”
“Okay,” I say waving my hand for him to continue.
“She had to stop and fix her teeth, her fucking dentures! I was nineteen, Sylvia was only twenty and had full set top and bottom dentures.”
“Well that’s awkward as fuck, but what did that have to do with her pussy? They don’t make glue in pussy.” Theo says still not being shaken by the story. “At least she had options for a grill later in life. Bet she got one with bling.”
Charlie looks down. “Bitch asked me to return the favor. I couldn’t get past the odor and threw up all over her twat. I shoulda stopped at the teeth. Schade, if she’s got bad teeth, you get the fuck out.”
“Way to kill my mood, man.” I say before giving them each a quick handshake thing we do and settling in on bar stool seven.
If tonight wasn’t bad enough on it’s own now apparently dental hygiene is more than a clean mouth it represents a clean body too.
CHAPTER 5
Merry Christmas to Schade
ARYN
“No! Just no! Ain’t happenin’,” I practically scream to Rachel when I see who sits down on bar stool seven. “You gotta take one for the team, Rachel! I can’t do this.”
“He’s even wearing glasses like the profile,” Monica chimes in, too drunk to care a single bit about my adamant dejection. “How adorable.”
I wish my buzz was as strong as hers. Because seeing him, well, it’s quickly sobering me up.
“You may swoon over a man in glasses like he’s Clark fuckin’ Kent, but I do not. That’s Schade ‘The Dickhead’ Britton. He is douchebag central’s King Commander.”
“I think you’re being a bit dramatic.” Rachel gives me with a serious glare while leaning against the wall like she’s holding it up instead of the other way around.
“You’ve not had enough to drink!” Monica decides and quickly grabs a shot from the waitress walking by.
“Aftershock!” Rachel squeals in delight.
“How fitting,” I grumble before tossing it back. Then grabbing Monica’s shot and downing it in one gulp as well. It’s going to take every bit of alcohol and a damn hail Mary to get me through tonight.
“Atta’ girl! Now put on your beer goggles and go rock that man’s world!” Monica cheers me on.
Letting the alcohol burn on the way down I smirk. “Beer goggles with liquor lenses!” I laugh at my own joke and they join me.
Schade Britton does look delicious tonight in his slacks and button up shirt. I close my eyes and I can imagine unbuttoning those buttons one at a time revealing the muscular physique beneath. The man may be a dickhead, but he’s sexy as sin. My body tingles wondering what it would be like to have a single night, no holds barred with the asshole. With all those muscles and his attitude, I can’t help but wonder if he would rock my world like no other.
Feeling like maybe I can make the best of this, I march forward.
I almost fall on my ass twice because alcohol and heels don’t mix but who gives a shit! If Schade decides I’m not it for the night then so be it. My girls are here and we’ll have some fun. There is one thing I know, this is not going to be long lasting.
Schade Britton is nothing more than a one-night stand … if I even give him that.
CHAPTER 6
Oh Shit!
SCHADE
“Hello,” a voice purrs from over my shoulder and my cock hardens instantly. What the fuck! I didn’t expect to have this kind of reaction.
I came here tonight knowing nothing. Theo offered to read me the profile but honestly, it didn’t matter and doesn’t matter. I’m stuck going through with this even if she has three hands and a dick that’s bigger than mine between her legs.
I’m a lot of things, but never do I back down on a dare or back out of a bet – win, lose, or draw.
Refusing to turn and look to the woman who matches that voice, I pick up the Jack and Coke, I just ordered, and take a drink. Only then do I turn around as I feel the alcohol warm my belly.
Aryn Cole stands beside me looking like the best damn Christmas present I could ever fucking ask for. Her long dark hair comes down in waves with the red tips ending at the belt line under her pert tits. The way the scoop neck of her royal blue dress comes down accentuating her cleavage makes my dick strain painfully against my zipper.