Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
I swallowed. “I wasn’t sure how much y’all would eat,” I replied honestly.
Huck pointed at the food. “No one eats that much.”
“Excuse me! I do. Stop bitching,” Gage barked. “Ignore him, sugar. I’ll worship at your feet if you feed us like this every morning.”
Huck muttered a curse and snatched the plate from my hand.
Levi put a cinnamon roll on his plate. “Sweet mother of God. I’m gonna propose. I swear it. Just let me get the ring.”
“Told you. Ignore him,” Gage told me with a mouth full of food.
Huck put food on his plate with more force than necessary. I tried not to worry about it and asked Levi what he’d like in his coffee. When I took Levi’s cup to him, he grabbed my hand and kissed it.
Huck said nothing, and I noticed he had his own cup of coffee when he sat down. He also had a lot less food than the other two men. I tried not to let that bother me.
“Fuuuuck,” Levi groaned loudly. “This is better than getting sucked off.”
Gage laughed out loud, and I found myself smiling again.
“Must be putting your cock in the wrong mouths,” Huck said in a tone that made it clear he was not impressed with my cooking.
Why did this man hate me? Because I’d let him touch me? I hadn’t asked him to. He had started it. I’d just not stopped him. My mistake. It wouldn’t happen again.
“You going into the shop?” Gage asked Huck.
“If I want to keep it open.”
Levi chuckled, and I glanced over to see if Huck was at least enjoying his breakfast.
“Ray-Ray coming in today?” Gage asked over a mouthful of food.
“Keep your dick out of Ray-Ray.” Huck’s response sounded annoyed. “She’s my fucking secretary.”
Gage leaned back and smirked. “So, she gets to suck your cock when you want it sucked, but the rest of us don’t get the goods when we come in to work?”
My face heated as I turned away from them and went to cleaning up the things I’d used to make breakfast.
“She begs to suck his cock,” Levi said. “Bitch has a thing for Prince Albert.”
What did that mean? Had he named his penis?
I wished I could unhear all of this.
Ten
Huck
The living room was crowded with those of us not at the Kentucky Derby. Typically, I’d be there. This year, I had planned on going, but Trinity had screwed that up. Gage didn’t go to most of the races, and he’d stay here, taking care of things and running my bike repair shop, but that shit wasn’t happening. I didn’t trust him or her. Last thing I needed was for Trinity to start fucking Gage or Levi. She’d get attached, they’d get bored with her, and then I would be stuck trying to relocate her somewhere safe.
Glaring at the television as everyone was ready for the turf race to begin, I tried not to be bitter that I was missing the real thing. So far today, Pyros had won Churchill Downs, and Galahad had won La Troienne for Hughes Farm. Moses Mile had gotten their first win with Firefoot in the Distaff Turf Mile. The fucking energy in this room was nothing compared to being there.
“We’re celebrating. Or did you miss that?” Gage asked as he walked up beside me.
I didn’t look at him when I grunted my response.
“You could have gone,” he said. “I would have kept her safe.”
Like hell he would have. Moving Trinity from my room up to the second floor three days ago had been hard enough. She was already walking around and in my fucking way all the damn time. Cooking elaborate meals that had the guys praising her and offering marriage. She would blush all the way down to those big, natural tits when they gave her attention. Her pussy was probably soaked, thinking one—or both—of them was going to bend her over and finish what I had started. The more they did it, the more pleased she looked, the fucking angrier I got. She was driving me mad. I’d had Ray-Ray suck me off twice today because I kept thinking about Trinity’s tight pussy. I shouldn’t have touched it.
“I’d have gone, and she’d have been tag-teamed by the two of you,” I snarled, shoving off from the wall I’d been leaning on and stalking toward the bar.
“Hey,” he called out. “You said that was off-limits. What? You don’t trust us?” Gage called out as I walked away from him.
Yeah, I fucking trusted them with my life. They were my brothers. The ones I had killed beside, the most loyal sons of bitches I’d ever known. But I didn’t trust her. She liked men, and she liked sex. It had been clear when she’d let me eat her like a damn buffet, not caring that I was her dead fiancé’s brother.