Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Those recruits had to find their own pussy.
He sank deeper into the chair as Shimmer tugged on his balls and slobbed his knob.
Oh yeah. This shit was better than aspirin for his aches and pains. He was quickly forgetting what little he remembered about last night and his run-in with the last Soul on his list.
Until she paused and his dick slipped from her hot, wet mouth. “Shit! Pugsy, can you check the schedule and see when I’m on stage?”
What the fuck?
“11:15 and every hour after that,” the prospect answered her.
“Shit.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Rage muttered, opening his eyes.
She turned her blue ones up to him. “What?”
“Got words in your mouth ‘steada my dick.”
“I guess you want me to just shut up and suck you.”
He glared at her. “No shit.”
She smiled in return and drew her long-ass, bright neon nails up his length before blowing him a kiss.
He didn’t need her to be cute. He needed her to finish giving him head before the club doors opened. “Don’t got time for your fuckin’ games, woman. Suck my cock or I’m gonna fuck your ass. Your choice.”
“If you fuck my ass, I’ll have to shower and get ready for my shift all over again. And it starts in…” She turned her head and yelled, “Pugs, what time is it?”
“Doors open in fifteen,” he yelled back.
“I take the stage in a half hour,” she explained, like Rage cared.
“Sounds like a you problem, Shimmer, not a me problem.”
“It’ll be a you problem if you have an empty stage because I’m running late.”
Fuck. She was right.
That meant they had no time to waste. He grabbed her head and shoved it back into his lap. “Then use your fuckin’ mouth for what it was made for.”
Any other woman who wasn’t a sweet butt would’ve given him shit for that comment. Maybe even stormed the fuck off. Not Shimmer.
Before he could close his eyes to concentrate on the skills of her hand, mouth, and tongue, someone else entered the main floor from the rear.
Zeke.
What the fuck was he doing here?
At least he didn’t have his three-year-old in tow for once.
Though it would be pretty fucking entertaining to watch the DAMC president explain what Shimmer was doing on her knees with Rage’s dick in her mouth to a toddler.
Rage tracked Zeke until he stopped right next to the chair.
For fuck’s sake. Having him hover wouldn’t help rush this along.
“Shimmer, hurry the fuck up and get the job done. Got business to talk about.” Apparently.
Zeke grinned. “Since it should only take you about ten fuckin’ seconds, brother, I can wait.”
Rage closed his eyes to block him out and focused really hard on Shimmer.
Until Zeke began to count. “One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi…”
Rage cracked open one eyelid. “You ain’t helpin’.”
“Really don’t wanna watch you getting your dick sucked.”
“Seen it before.”
“Not this close.”
“Then go the fuck somewhere else ’til she’s done.”
With a chuckle, Zeke headed over to the bar and grabbed a mug of coffee. He leaned back and sipped at his coffee as he talked to Pugsy.
For fuck’s sake. Talk about pressure.
He blocked out everything else around him and let Shimmer work her magic. And she was a hell of a magician, taking his load down her throat not a minute later.
Now, he just needed to roll a joint or pack a bowl and he’d be on his way to a complete recovery.
With a smile, Shimmer tucked him away, got to her feet, and squeezed his cheeks. “Are you good now?”
“It’s a start. You still got it, woman.” Rage slapped Shimmer’s ass before she headed toward the back of the building to finish getting ready.
He turned his gaze from watching her round hips rock and roll as she disappeared off the floor to see Zeke once again hovering.
“Didn’t think I’d find you out here. Thought you’d be in your office or still upstairs.”
“Had a few things to take care of first.”
“Apparently.” Zeke frowned as Rage got to his feet, then secured his jeans and belt. “What the fuck happened to you, dickhead?”
Damn. He needed to come up with a story. A story Pugsy wouldn’t hear and contradict. “Pugsy, go check the private rooms to make sure they’re all set up for tonight.”
“They’re—”
“Just fuckin’ do it! Check the restrooms, too. Make sure the cleanin’ crew’s doin’ a good job.”
With a nod and a sigh, Pugsy followed the same path Shimmer had and disappeared into the back.
Rage turned his attention back to the DAMC president. “Had an asshole get drunk and unruly last night. Hopped on stage. Began to fuck with one of the girls. Told him to leave. Got belligerent. Taught him a lesson.”
Zeke snorted. “Sure he didn’t teach you one?”
“Got nothin’ broken, so gonna say I won that.”
“Don’t fuckin’ remember?”
“Remember somethin’ ‘bout an ambulance. And since I woke up in my own fuckin’ bed, know it wasn’t for me.”