Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Hendrix scoffed as I rounded the hood to grab a socket wrench. “A joyride, Bell. She said a joyride! Freaking joyride,” he mumbled, yanking at the spark plugs. “You already had a joyride on his dick today and made him late. That’s all you get, Drewbers.”
A screwdriver flew past his head. “Changed my mind, Bellamy. He’s annoying as all hell.”
Hendrix thumbed back at her. “Are you gonna stand for this? She threw a blunt object at my head. And she’s already given me one head injury, when she Hulk threw me off her other car.”
Shaking my head, I went to work on the engine. I couldn't deal with the two of them.
“I will never get all pussy whipped like you and Zepp.” He fiddled with the plugs. “It’s shameful. Like, you should have every player stripe you ever earned ripped right off your pimp suit.”
Drew leaned against the side of the car, glaring at him. “Well, in your case, you must look like a damn zebra. A chlamydia-riddled zebra.”
Hendrix pushed up from the engine, wiping grease over his shirt. “So you think STDs are a laughing matter, Drew?”
“You are such a drama queen.”
His brow lifted. “And you’re a stealer of joy.”
“Not Bellamy’s ‘joy’.”
I rounded the corner, taking Drew by the shoulders. “Please, for the love of God, just stop talking to him. The longer you engage, the longer this takes.”
The back door banged shut, and Wolf crossed the yard.
“What’s up his asshole?” he asked, nodding to Hendrix who was still standing by the front bumper, arms crossed while he glared at Drew.
“Man, just don’t ask,” I said. “Come help me get this shit fixed up.” I started to the car, but Drew grabbed my hand and yanked me back a step.
“You know.” She trailed a finger down my stomach on a seductive grin. “If you take me to steal a car, it would really turn me on.” The path of her finger moved lower, sweeping over my crotch. “I’d probably feel the urge to suck your dick while you’re driving it.”
Hendrix popped over the hood like a prairie dog, his finger pointing. “That’s some Medusa shit right there.”
I glanced at Drew’s bottom lip gripped between her teeth. The thought of getting road head, from her while I drove a stolen car down a deserted highway should not have turned me on as much as it did. “You gonna swallow?” I asked, grabbing her hips and yanking her tight against my body.
“Don’t I always?” She smiled and kissed me, nipping at my lip. This girl.
“Deal.”
“What!” A loud bang came from the hood when Hendrix slammed it shut. “You traitorous whore!”
“Come on, Hendrix,” Wolf chuckled. “She promised him head.”
“And that’s an illegal move. If I had a flag right now, I’d throw it.”
I rounded the car and opened the driver’s side door. “Stop sulking, Hendrix.”
Wolf sidled up beside me, pulling the dipstick from the oil carrier. “Tony said to drop this one off around ten.” He shoved the stick back in. “Figured we could go pick up that old Mustang around midnight?”
“Yeah. That works.”
A few hours later, Wolf’s headlights shined over a brown Mustang parked in a vacant lot by the river.
“I think whoever owned it died,” Wolf said. “It’s been here for weeks.”
And from the grass growing over the wheel wells, it was a likely story.
He continued driving down the dirt road, finally parking behind a tackle shop.
Drew hopped out and I grabbed my bag before stepping into the muggy Alabama heat that enveloped me like a prickly blanket.
“You’re stealing that,” Drew asked, nodded toward the absolute piece of shit Wolf was approaching.
I shined my flashlight through the window, groaning at the grass growing from the seats.
The car looked like it hadn’t been driven in years, which meant everything was most likely screwed. “Yeah,” I said. “Wolf, man. Tony wanted this?”
“Yep. Gave me the directions and everything.”
“God, this is gonna be a shitshow.”
We got to work.
I popped the locks and climbed behind the wheel, unable to get the thing to start once I pulled off the steering column. “It’s not gonna start.”
Wolf walked to the middle of the dirt road, looking both ways before striding back. “I mean, this place is deserted. And Tony is giving us five grand for it. We’ve got time.”
“Five grand? Shit.” That was double what he usually gave, then again, it was a 1979 mustang, and while it was in shit condition, someone could restore it and make it worth a damn site more than that.
Drew rested her chin on my shoulder as I worked with the dangling wires. “Aren’t you supposed to steal a working car?”
“You aren’t supposed to steal any car…”
Her fingers played over the back of my neck. “It’s kinda hot though, seeing you get all dirty doing guy shit.”
It took over an hour to get the damn thing running, but once we did, that engine purred like an angry jungle cat.