Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Alex wasn’t shocked by Vince’s words. He liked women and he liked fucking. And although the females here were attractive, they did nothing for Alex. Not when all he could think about was Mary.
The lights were low, the air almost foggy and thick from the humidity of the gyrating bodies. And the music steadily beat in a seductive way that kept all the drunken patrons “in the zone” and complacent.
Vince clapped him on the shoulder and headed straight for the bar, but Alex stood there staring at everyone yet not focusing on one thing in particular. Because all I can think about is Mary and how she looked tonight, how she made me feel.
She hadn’t been wearing anything revealing, just some jeans with holes in the knees, and a form fitting tee. But God she’d been the prettiest thing he’d ever seen in his life, the most gorgeous female he’d ever laid eyes on. Her dark hair had fallen across her shoulders and it had taken everything in him, had taken all his fucking self-control not to reach out and touch those strands, hell, not to bring them to his nose and take in her scent.
And there had been her eyes… fuck, her pretty blue eyes that had his cock thick and hard and seeping with pre-cum at the tip. Trying to hide a massive hard-on with her sitting right beside him—with her sitting on his damn bed—had been one hell of a mission.
And then there was her scent, one that had made it hard to concentrate on anything she’d been saying. But he’d pushed all his need for her aside and focused on trying to listen to what she’d said because she’d made time for him, was helping him. And showing her respect and ignoring how much he wanted to fuck her, was the absolute least he could do.
How in the fuck was he going to get through the next few weeks having her tutor him when all he could think about was stripping off her clothes and exploring every fucking inch of her body? She had a light sprinkling of freckles along the bridge of her nose, light enough that unless someone was close to her, they’d never be able to see. Did she have any other freckles? Fuck, he wanted to find out. He wanted to kiss and lick them, suck on her skin until she was marked by him.
He ran his hand through his hair and tugged at the short strands at the base of his head, exhaling because he felt like he was losing his mind. He felt like he was breathless from running a marathon, but still won because he wanted Mary and wouldn’t stop until she was his.
He followed Vince to the bar, his focus on the ground as he weaved through the half-naked women and the men grinding their semi-hard dicks against them. He stepped beside Vince, who leaned against the countertop. Vince gave him a chin lift in acknowledgment but focused on the girl slinging shots behind the bar.
It was packed as hell tonight, and the scent of sweat and sex lingered in the air. There were two bartenders stationed behind the neon lined bar, a redhead who had Vince’s full attention, and a dude tatted the hell up.
Vince leaned forward, caught the leather wearing female bartender’s attention, and said something to her that made her stop and actually fucking blush. Alex couldn’t hear what Vince had told her, but it had to have been something pretty obscene to make a woman—who had to have balls of steel working in a club like this—blush and look away as she chewed lightly on her bottom lip.
Vince gave her a wink, and a second later two cold bottles of beer were set in front of them, followed by the bartender sliding a piece of paper across the counter to Vince.
With their beers now in hand, they turned their attention back to the club. Alex saw a couple of girls dry humping each other a few feet away. “Do I even want to know what you said to that chick?” He heard Vince chuckle but didn’t turn to look at him.
Vince leaned closer and shouted, “Not unless you want to watch what I told her I’d do with my tongue when she got off work?”
Alex lifted his hand that held the bottle of beer and curled his lip in disgust. “Hard pass, man. Hard. Fucking. Pass.”
Vince chuckled harder. “I didn’t think so.”
They stood there for another few minutes before Vince finished his beer and set the empty bottle on the counter. “I’m going to find myself a piece of ass.”
Alex turned his focus to Vince and lifted an eyebrow. “What about hitting it up with the bartender chick?” Vince wasn’t paying attention to Alex, but instead checking out the crowd.