Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“It feels like I’ve got my legs in a pit of sloshy shit,” Annie curled her nose in disgust.
I wiggled my toes.
I concurred.
I let my eyes wander, purposefully staying away from where they really wanted to go.
The bleachers were filled with bikers.
Tons of them of all different shapes and sizes.
My eyes caught on one particular club with a badass looking girl that looked slightly creepy on their cuts.
The Dixie Wardens.
Yum.
Now they were hot.
They didn’t have anything on my biker, but they were close contenders.
They were also one of the only clubs that had women paired with every single one of their guys.
Movement from where I wasn’t trying to look made me look, and I narrowed my eyes.
The referee girl was back, handing Casten a beer.
“Let me see that ball,” I ordered.
Annie tossed it to me, but I let it drop into the mud before I picked it back up again, being sure to spin it around for extra mud coverage.
Then, I served the ball, and nailed the girl perfectly in the back, causing her to drop the beer before Casten could actually get his hand around it.
Casten sighed and scratched his head, finally looking at me with a look of bemusement on his face.
I glared.
He shook his head.
The whistle blew.
I turned back to Peek to see him staring at his wife.
“Y’all ready?” he asked her now muddy breasts.
We all nodded.
“Alright, Tasha. CeeCee. Coin toss,” he ordered.
I trudged up through the mud to stop directly in front of where CeeCee was standing.
She glared at me.
“What are you looking at?” she snapped.
My brows rose.
“What’s your problem?” I asked, startled.
She sneered. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”
I blinked. “But I don’t know.”
“Fine, then let me enlighten you,” she hissed. “You left my brother. Made him start having nightmares again.”
I laughed, good and loud.
It was the type of laugh that wasn’t a laugh so much as a painful explosion of air that released my body.
“Oh, I didn’t leave him,” I informed her none too gently. “He left me. He told me I was fun for a while, but my shit was too much for him. He was shot and Koda was hurt because of it. Said he needed time and space to think. And he still has my cat and ferret!”
Her mouth turned from a sneer into a shocked frown.
“What?” she asked.
I nodded. “Seems like you should have a conversation with your big brother.”
She sighed.
“Give it to them first. They’re one down,” CeeCee pointed at Peek.
Peek nodded and shoved the quarter back into his shorts pocket before turning to me and winking.
I stepped back as I watched him heave his big body out of the mud and stand at the side of the pole that held the net aloft.
He raised his hands and threw them down as if we were starting a race. “Go!”
We sat there.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked.
I turned to look at my sister and the rest of my teammates. “This isn’t a race, big guy. This is volleyball. You’ll have to tell us to serve.”
He sighed.
“Bitches always have to be so complicated,” he muttered under his breath.
It was a pretty even game, when it was all said and done.
And by the time we were finished with the game, every one of us was covered head to toe in mud, as was everyone in the first two rows closest to the court.
When we switched sides and I had Casten at my back, I made sure to get extra dirty and wet, then shook my ass in front of him for emphasis.
“Alright, Annie. Take us home,” I tossed her the ball.
I managed another quick look at Casten, seeing his eyes focused on me and only me, and I smiled down at my muddy toes.
Annie took the ball and served it, which the other team fumbled and sent right back over the net.
“Got it,” Lenore said, popping the ball up perfectly in the air.
Annie set the ball just as perfectly to me, and I jumped, slammed the ball down on the other side of the court, and promptly came down on my foot wrong.
I dropped like a stone, going down to my ass and pulling my foot up out of the mud to look at it.
I grimaced when I saw a huge piece of glass sticking out of it.
“Ouch,” I whined, touching the tip of the glass with my index finger.
“What’s wrong?” Casten barked.
I ignored him in favor of trying not to cry.
Turning over on my hands and knees, I crawled to the opposite side of the court, or would’ve tried to, had huge, strong arms not wrapped around my middle and pulled me up like I weighed nothing more than a feather.
“You’re getting dirty,” I moaned, turning my face slightly away from him.
He grunted in response, walking with me to the tent that was set up nearest the house.