Sinful Like Us Read online Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie (Like Us #5)

Categories Genre: Chick Lit, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 148434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
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We all sway, laughing, and I try not to spill my drink on my cousins. When we part, Moffy slips into our huddle with a mug of tea. He doesn’t ask for a recap, but we all quickly provide one.

“Just be careful,” Maximoff tells her.

“You know I will be,” Sulli nods into a smile. “He’s sexy, right?”

Maximoff glances over at the bar and checks out Will, who resembles a preppy Ken Doll. “Yeah, he’s pretty hot.”

“Who’s hot?” Farrow slides in, very casual and cool as he chews gum. He gives Moffy a once-over.

“Me,” Maximoff quips, stretching his arm across Farrow’s shoulders.

Farrow rolls his eyes. “You’re definitely cocky.” He has trouble taking his gaze off his fiancé. “I didn’t come over here for you, smartass.”

“But you’re staying here for me,” Maximoff rebuts.

Luna looks between them with such happiness.

Farrow sucks in a breath. “Technically, you can’t read the future to know if I’m staying.” And then he looks to me. “I don’t love being the errand boy, but Omega wants me to tell you to stop giving your boyfriend ‘googly eyes’.” He uses air-quotes.

I bristle. “I haven’t been giving him googly anything. He’s been giving me some sort of eyes.” I sip my whiskey, burning up from the alcohol and other carnal things. I brave a glance at Thatcher.

He’s now seated on the sofa with quiet confidence that hooks me tenfold. I could so easily walk over to him.

Kiss him.

Straddle him.

“Janie.” Moffy draws my attention back.

Farrow raises his brows at me. “You were saying?”

“Merde,” I curse. I’m making googly eyes.

“Is Flirty Drunk Jane here?” Moffy asks me.

“Almost,” I warn and pinch my fingers together.

He laughs, but concern also rests behind his forest-green eyes. He’s been watching over my brothers tonight since I’ve been drinking, and I can’t thank him enough for keeping an eye on Charlie and Beckett.

I notice how Sulli and Luna share a growing smile, and Sulli motions to Farrow. “Hey, is there a way to ask Tony to GTFO so he won’t follow Jane and Thatcher outside?”

Luna rocks on her feet. “So she can make out with her boyfriend.”

I love them.

Farrow pops a bubblegum bubble in his mouth. “You’re asking the wrong bodyguard. You need to talk to the one in charge.”

Sulli whips around. “Kits, can you come here for a sec?”

Akara stands off the sofa and pushes back his black hair as he nears his client.

Moffy takes his arm off Farrow and dances with his sister. Luna and Maximoff do the running man move together, and then he twirls her in a circle.

I sway to the beat, and I notice how Farrow looks absolutely and without a shadow of a doubt in love with his future husband. I’ve been a spectator to their love for so long, and now that mine is in reach, I’m scared to embrace every little part until it consumes me.

Being a voyeur to love is easier than being in love, I think.

We all look up as multi-colored Christmas lights switch on, brightening the pub in an array of colors. My head keeps whirling, and whiskey scalds my esophagus, a good sting.

“I can try to shift Tony to Moffy’s detail, but I can’t promise he’ll respond, Sul,” Akara tells her. “Jane is his client. He’s allowed to protect her first.”

“Fuck,” Sulli curses in a sigh. “Thanks anyway.” She slugs his shoulder.

He just nods.

Strange. I squint at their interaction and taste more whiskey. Usually Akara would fling a strand of hair in her face or slug her back just as playfully.

Sullivan puts two fingers to her lips. “What’s wrong?”

Farrow, Moffy, and Luna watch too.

“I’m just doing my job.” Akara fixes his earpiece. “Is that it?”

Her squared jaw tenses. “Yeah…”

Akara nods, then he returns to the couch beside Quinn.

“What the fuck was that?” Sulli whispers to me, but she’s already distracted. Will is waving her over to the bar, and a smile spreads across her face.

“Go get him, tiger.” I cheer her on.

Sulli strides over to her boyfriend, and I cement to this very spot. Hardly budging. Smart, Jane. You know if you go great and terrible distances, you will face-plant.

Different people approach me at different intervals.

“Do you have dirt on Will?” I ask outright to Charlie and Beckett, Moffy and Farrow also in our new fireside chat. Luna dances by herself in the corner of the pub.

“No.” Charlie tugs at his hair, possibly irritated that I’m even asking the important questions that he believes are obvious.

Feel-Good Drunk Jane doesn’t care if they’re obvious or not.

Beckett lights a cigarette between his lips. “Are we just going to forget his younger brother is a dick?”

“Really?” I say. “Wesley wasn’t that awful.” I tuck my hair behind my ear—no, never mind, I catch air. My hair is in a low pony. I smile at myself.

Charlie taps his finger against a glass of Scotch. “You think he wasn’t awful because you didn’t hear the shit he said about you.”


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