Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
If she doesn't want to talk to me, how much can I really do? Go back to the Screaming Eagles clubhouse and try to drag her out of there? Good fucking luck. Even if they've got her in the clutches somehow, then there's not much I can do.
Still, the Screaming Eagles are supposed to be the closest we have to good guys on a scale that basically goes from muddy gray to pitch black. No white knights around here. Kidnapping and imprisonment doesn't sound like their style.
Then again, isn't that what they did with the mayor's daughter a few years ago?
God, there's got to be something I can do.
Picking up the phone, I tap it to call her again. Maybe she was in the bathroom or something.
It rings. Once. Twice. Then someone picks up.
"Natalie!"
But it's not Natalie who answers. Instead, I get a cruel laughter that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "Fuck, is that Sandra? I've missed hearing from you."
Oh fuck me.
Crusher.
25
NATALIE
"God, I'm dizzy. I need to sit." The party's nowhere near over, but it might be for me. All the guys insisted on dancing, or at least having me dance for them, and I’m exhausted.
"I've gotcha." Badass steadies me and guides me to the couches in the back. Animal and Quickshot are right there too.
Getting off my feet feels nice. The room stops spinning pretty fast after that. I've got a beer bottle in my hand, but Quickshot takes it from me. "I think you're good for now. I'll get you some water."
I nod gratefully. "I'm sorry," I say as he disappears into the crowd.
"For what?" Animal furrows his brow in confusion.
"Being a lightweight." I laugh, even though it's probably not all that funny. I'm just tipsy.
"Our masculinity's overwhelming. I fucking get it." Animal puffs out his chest with a grin.
I can't help myself but to reach out and touch him. Even through his T-shirt, his hard muscles are clearly defined. I even try to stand up so I can get it off him, but Badass yanks me right back into his arms with a laugh. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
"I just want him naked." I look up at Animal expectantly as if wishing it will make it happen.
"Fuck, baby girl, you only had to ask." He grabs the hem and peels it up, revealing his mouth-watering torso, inch by delicious inch. The scars do nothing to make him less attractive. They just mark him as him. He laughs at how I'm following his reveal with every little bit of my attention. "You're a fucking horny drunk."
Oh God. I think he's right. I swear I need to either pass out or get something in my pussy, and I don't even usually think things like pussy.
Quickshot comes back with a big plastic cup with water. "Here. Why the fuck is Animal shirtless?"
"I asked him to," I tell him pointedly as I take a sip. Yeah, that's probably better for me than beer right now. I put the cup down on the side table, then ease back into the couch. That's when I notice the sound.
Sitting up bolt straight, I look around for its source.
Oh.
On the next couch over, one of the sluts—no, club girls. I don't like calling them sluts, even if it doesn’t seem to bother them. Anyway, she’s between two guys on her knees, and they’ve got their dicks out. My guys are better endowed though, I'm pretty sure of it.
I win.
A laugh burbles up, but I hardly notice as I watch her technique. She's definitely more experienced than me. She alternates between sucking one and then the other, working her hands up and down their lengths. The sound I heard was the guys' moans. God, she looks like she's loving it, looking up at them and smiling when she doesn't have her mouth full of dick. That's so hot.
"Do you like to watch? Or are you getting ideas?" asks Badass so close to my ear I jump. How didn't I notice him? "We could make it happen."
I want to yell no, of course I don't, but I can't quite deny the appeal. Even here at the party, but I could never do something like that in public. Not for real.
Right?
Hardly anyone's paying any attention to the three of them. The occasional glance, maybe, but other than me, who's basically staring openly, they almost have privacy, as weird as that sounds. Even when, right in the middle of a party, the guys are pulling her clothes off, trying to get her as naked as possible while she keeps stroking them.
As I watch, they roll up her crop top and her bra with it, baring her perky breasts. One of the bikers gets a good grip on one right away.