Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
It’s still pretty difficult to fake a sex tape.
Best you can aim for is claiming you had no idea you were being filmed.
“Pretend I’m not even here,” Ravencroft commands from the side where she’s being brought a deck chair to sit in.
Yeah, that’s gonna be easier said than done.
“But I am here,” she needlessly reminds on a wicked smirk prior to dangling her phone. “And rolling.”
“She’s what they mean about not sticking your dick in crazy,” Salay slyly whispers to us.
It’s impossible not to nod in agreement.
“¿De verdad vamos a hacer esto?” Garcia unhappily inquires. “While she watches?”
“What choice do we really have?” our girl tosses back. “It’s dick or death. And honestly, it’s a pretty easy pick.”
“For you!” huffs the bearded man.
“It should be for you too!” she squeaks in return. “Letting the dude you’re in love with give you a backshot and live to tell about it or deny him the chance to mount you like a bottlenose and get fed to one is a no brainer!”
“Bottlenose dolphins don’t eat people,” I thoughtlessly reprimand. “You know that.”
“Of course I know that!”
“Tick. Tock,” complains the woman now positioning her camera. “My boredom will result in someone’s death.”
“Tell me you’ve got lube in your pocket,” Garcia murmurs in exasperation.
“Of course I do, my guy.” Pulling the tiny bottle out to reveal is smoothly done. “Keys, wallet, lube.”
“Stayin’ ready, so you ain’t gotta get ready,” sassily states the chick I hope knows how much she means to me.
“Totes, baby.”
“At least…at least this won’t be…a…dry…rub.”
“No one calls it that,” Salay insists on an amused headshake.
“Forgive me for my knowledge in the department being so limited!”
“Get the fuck over yourself, Garcia,” the bikini bearing babe demands at a normal volume, allowing our audience to finally hear our conversation as well. “For once in your life just be man enough to say what it is that’s really fucking going on with you rather than wrapping it up in some legal jargon you can jerk off to at a later date.”
“Because you do?” He scoffs. “Because you say what it is you really say instead of wrapping it up in sarcasm and snark and salacious speech to get out of truthfully testifying?”
“Interesting foreplay,” Ravencroft tauntingly coos, one leg being thrown over the other. “Hate fucking is quite tasty.”
“Is that it?” I confusedly interject. “Do you now hate me?” My brow pulls together on its own accord. “Do you hate me for saving you?”
“I hate that you were willing to sell yourself to save us!” Garcia fierily snaps.
“I would do anything to save you!” This time my pointed finger stabs his chest. “Any. Fucking. Thing.” Fury and frustration and adoration roll around in my gaze. “Anytime.” Another hard poke. “Every time.” My hand falls back to my side. “You are the person I love most in this world with Salay surfing her way to reign beside you. You…you two…” there’s no denying the sentiment seeping into my tone, “you two are worth getting out of bed in the morning and off the comp at night. You are my homepage. My home network. My pack. And I don’t care that we basically just started this shit. I know this is where I belong. I know you’re my pride. I just need you both to realize I’m yours.”
“Little One,” swoons the female I can hardly fathom having in my life on a regular basis. “I don’t do that shit. I don’t do permanent.” My face instantly falls prompting her fingers to find mine. “But…” Our stare connects once more. “But…you make me want to believe it’s possible. You make a chick wanna try.” Hope fills my expression, yet I remain silent. “And…knowing you were willing to sacrifice yourself the way you were willing to sacrifice just makes me wanna try that much harder.” The corners of my lips struggle not to shoot up in excitement. “I can’t promise this shit’s gonna work out…but I can and am promising to at least give it the good ol’ lifeguard try.” She diverts her gaze to Garcia. “If you are…”
Our eyes both latch onto the man I’d give my last breath for. “Do. Not. Ever. Promise yourself to someone again that isn’t me,” Garcia motions inward, “or her.” He gestures to Salay. “I do not care what or who we are up against. You being with someone else…” his head quickly shakes, “isn’t something I can live with.” The words stun him along with the two of us. “Either of you being with someone else isn’t something I can fucking live with.”
His proclamation successfully renders us both speechless.
“I can…learn to deal with judgments from colleagues and potential clients about our unconventional situation. I can…learn to balance work and play. Hell, I can even learn to let go of having to be the one in control all the time, but I cannot and will not ever share the two of you no matter what’s at stake.” Sincerity and an unexpected softness slip onto his face. “Is that understood? Are those terms and conditions all parties can agree upon?”