Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
I look at her, and she smiles.
“You should come. You met Toni already, and Remy gets along with everyone, you’ll meet her tonight at the show, but seriously, come.”
“Really?” I try not to seem too eager, but I could seriously use some girl time.
Have I ever had girl time before today?
“Would I bother to mention it if not?”
Good point. No, she wouldn’t.
“You sure Crew won’t mind if I crash?”
“Oh, girl. No. Crew would be the one crashing if he showed up. It’s vaginas only.”
“Then yeah. Count me in.”
“Awesome. Now, let’s let these ladies doll us up.”
I follow Layla into the third, fourth, and final stop of the spa—a full-fledged salon.
Two hours and a bowl of fresh fruit later, we’re headed for the bar.
Crew
Pausing at the edge of the counter, I cross my arms with a glare, and not a second later, Drew and Willie join me, both wearing matching expressions.
“How long ’til we can kick everyone out?” Willie grumbles.
“Two hours, eight and a half minutes,” Drew complains.
My frown deepens as he stares at the caramel-haired girl who’s far too lickable in lavender, the same shade of purple as the candy necklace stretched around her neck. Her hair is sleek and shiny, looking like Queen Cleopatra, but a softer shade. She’s got another pin in it today, this one shaped like one of those little twisty hard candies. It’s bright blue and doesn’t match the light purple of her dress, but if she took it off, I’d pin it right back into place—a few inches back on her left side. It looks good, fits her.
Reminds me she’s as sweet on the outside as on the inside.
Why didn’t I slide my finger between my lips last night after the cockblockers stole her from me and led her away?
It was right there, her cum, her flavor, creamy and wet on my skin, but I wanted her watching, witnessing the second my tongue became coated in her.
But back to the dress.
How easily I could slide inside. If she were to climb on top of me again tonight, what would I find underneath it?
More matching panties? Maybe the ones with the little jewel?
Need to have a look at those…
Julius stomps over, throwing his ass in the chair in front of us, spinning around to scowl toward the girls. “Man, watching them is a full-time gig. Every fuckhead in here is trying to slide into their pussy-power powwow.”
Davis, Layla, Remy, and Toni are all tucked toward the right side of the stage, dancing in their own little world, clueless and uncaring that they’ve become the center of a dozen fuckers’ attention.
Xavier scoffs, Neo stepping up beside him. “Who the fuck thought it would be a good idea to bring them here?”
Sighing, I lift a finger, and when I face the group, all their frowns deepen, but I beat them to the punch.
“What the fuck was I thinking?”
My boys chuckle, drawing one out of me, and slowly, we get back to our posts. Me and Drew behind the bar, Will helping all around, and the other two on Layla-and-Davis duty. All right, they’re watching all the girls, but let’s be honest, it’s those two they’d get their ass handed to them for losing.
Julius slams a quick shot and rushes back to the dance floor, but Xavier holds back, shooting me a sly grin.
He waits for Neo to walk off then elbows me in the ribs. “Something about the little sisters, right?”
Huffing, I shove his ass back into the crowd. “Get your ass out there before I tell Neo you fucked her.”
“Yo!” he hisses, his head jerking in the direction Neo disappears. “Watch it!”
“Watch her.” I grin.
“I am, fuckface, but keep it up, and I might just kiss her.”
I fly forward, but he’s already out of arm’s reach, cracking himself up as he weaves through the crowd.
The dick is only messing with me, but I still want to punch him for playing.
The thought of someone’s lips on hers brings my blood to a boil, always has.
That reminds me, she said she’s kissed two people in her life.
Who the fuck was the second?
Why do I have the sudden need to know?
And why the fuck is the bass player pointing at her?
Davis smiles, lifting her glass, full of nothing but soda and ice, and fuck this.
“Watch the bar.”
“Uh-huh.” My brother’s chuckle is the last thing I hear before I’m weaving through the crowd, and I don’t stop until I’m right behind her.
“Stop making the asshole think he’s got a chance in hell.”
She whips around with a smile and leans in. “Maybe he does.”
“Real fucking funny, Sweets.”
“Hey, you’re the one who said I should let it happen naturally. I feel like a hot night with a musician is a full-fledged fantasy.”
I haul her to me, and she grins wider. “It ain’t yours.”