Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Touché,” Bree said with a bow in Candace’s direction.
“I’m going to go change!” Greer called out, rushing from the room.
“Wait, we’re really changing now?” Arabella asked, since my question had been ignored.
Willa let out a sigh. “Apparently.”
I stared down at my outfit, then looked up at Arabella. When she smiled, I couldn’t help but return it. “I’m going to go change too,” I said, gathering up all of my things and heading out of Arabella’s room.
“The pizza will be here any minute. Should one of us stay dressed?” Greer asked.
“Hell no,” Bree and Candace said at the same time.
“We need to be best friends,” Candace said to Bree.
Bree nodded. “Agreed.”
As I made my way into my bedroom to change into my outfit, I looked at the tag on the bra. It read Gold Goddess Lingerie. I couldn’t help but wonder where this night was going to lead. If Candace and Bree had any say, we’d probably be heading out to a club dressed in naughty clothes, drunk out of our minds. Well, everyone but Willa would be drunk at least.
“Well,” I said as I got undressed and tied on the gold bra. “I, for one, am not going to lose my mind tonight.”
I stared at myself in the mirror, turning from side to side to take it all in. “Wow, this thing does make my boobs look good.” I searched through my bag and found a black thong, then removed my soft white cotton panties. Once the thong was on, I slipped into the mesh skirt.
Laughing, I looked at myself. The “skirt” was nothing more than two pieces of mesh that hung in the front and back. My legs were totally exposed. I had to admit, I felt sexy.
There was a light knock on my door. “Come in,” I said.
Arabella walked in, and our eyes met in the mirror. I spun around and took in her outfit. The white shirt was tied right between her breasts. The pink-and-white plaid skirt barely covered anything. Her white thigh-high stockings had black bows at the top, and she’d clipped on the garters that Bree had given her.
When my eyes met hers again, we both laughed.
“Holy shit, Arabella. Where in the hell have you been hiding that smoking-hot body?”
Her cheeks blushed as she looked down at herself, then walked over to the mirror and stood next to me. “I hate to admit this, but I feel so sexy. I haven’t felt this comfortable in my body since before…” Her voice trailed off, and for a moment I felt her slipping away.
I grabbed her hand and made her do a spin. “Hunter would shit his pants if he saw you right now.”
She waved me off. “I doubt it. Do you feel sexy? You look hot.”
I nodded. “I do.”
We both grinned at each other, and then fell into another fit of giggles.
“I have no idea what’s in store for tonight, but I would die if anyone saw me in this,” Arabella finally said.
I lifted a brow and asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to send a little peek to Hunter?”
She bit down on her lip. “It’s tempting, but no. I think tonight is one of those nights that stays with the girls.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more!”
Bishop
Hunter laid down his cards, which caused half the table to curse.
“Motherfucker, are you cheating?” Aiden asked, tossing his losing hand down.
Hunter grinned and pulled his winnings toward him.
“I think you’re cheating. You’ve never been this good at poker,” Kyle said.
Leaning back in my chair, I laughed. “After all these years of playing with the guy, how are any of you not able to read him yet?”
“What do you mean, read me?” Hunter asked.
“I learned his cues after we played three hands,” Hudson said, before finishing off his bottle of beer.
Lifting my beer to Hudson, I said, “My man!”
“Who wants another?” Hunter asked as he got up and headed into the kitchen. “Aiden, you’re almost out of beer!”
Aiden huffed. “That’s because you and Kyle didn’t bring any with you.”
Kyle and Hunter’s pagers suddenly went off at the same exact time.
Hudson looked around the room. “Are those pagers? Who uses pagers anymore?”
Aiden and I laughed.
“The Boggy Creek Police Department,” Kyle said. “My father insists Hunter and I carry them in case they need us for a search and rescue, or they need to use Jack.” Kyle looked over at Hunter, who walked out of the kitchen holding a few beers and talking on his cell phone.
He frowned and set the beers down with a thunk, then hung up.
“Um, Hudson…how close is your nearest neighbor?” Hunter asked.
Hudson shrugged. “I don’t know. We’re on fifteen acres. Mrs. Lewis is probably the closest. Why?”
Hunter grabbed his coat. “We need to get to your house.”
Hudson jumped up. “What’s wrong?”
Hunter looked at Kyle. “A noise complaint. The responding officer said we might want to go and handle it”