Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“Huh?” I glance back at her to see her gaping at me, and I glance down, trying to figure out where the fuck I went wrong. No shirt, because what’s the fucking point? I’m only going to take it off when it gets too hot and be left having to carry it. I’ve got a pair of low-riding track shorts on, and a fucking backward cap. “What?”
“You’re dressed like a slut.”
“The fuck?”
“You look like the sluttiest little skank bitch slut who ever dared to slut,” she tells me. “I can see your whole dick through those shorts, and there’s nothing discreet about it.”
I scoff and look down. There’s no denying it. My dick is definitely out. “And whose fault is that?” I ask her. “You were the one rubbing that tight little cunt all over it and whispering how fucking good it’d be when you sink down over me. What’d you expect to happen? You know I can’t control myself around you.”
Harper looks more than proud of herself as she makes a show of crossing her arms over her chest. “And the tattoos?”
Okay. She’s got me stumped there. “What about ’em?”
“They’re just out like frosting on top of a perfectly sculpted cake for every woman in Blackstone to froth over. I mean, shit, Uncle Knight! Are you trying to create a tsunami of slippery women across town? At least do the decent thing and wear your cap the right way like a dork.”
A grin cuts across my face, and I make my way back toward Harper. “Are you jealous of these imaginary women who may or may not watch me running up and down the street?”
She shakes her head and smirks, but before she gets to respond, a knock sounds at my living room window, and I whip around to find Ace with his hands up against the window and his face braced against the glass.
“DON’T EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT GOING BACK OVER TO HER,” he booms at me. “GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE.”
“FUCK OFF,” I yell back.
“SHE’S RIGHT, YOU KNOW,” Ace continues. “I CAN ABSOLUTELY SEE YOUR DICK THROUGH THOSE SHORTS.”
I flip him off, but unfortunately, it’s not enough to shut him up. “THAT’S HALF CHUBB, RIGHT? BECAUSE FUCK. I’M IMPRESSED. ARE THOSE VEINS I CAN SEE?”
“KEEP TALKING ABOUT MY DICK AND YOUR LIFE WON’T BE WORTH LIVING.”
“COME AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE,” Ace says. “WHILE YOU’RE AT IT, CAN YOU ALSO SHAKE THAT THING? I’M GONNA NEED A CLOSE-UP LOOK, AND IF YOU’RE LUCKY, I MIGHT JUST MAKE IT RAIN.”
Harper chokes on a laugh as I simply shake my head. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that Ace is one of my best men. I mean, fuck. To think somebody signed off on him carrying a weapon and having my back every fucking day is beyond me.
Harper grins at me and lifts her hand before wiggling her fingers in the sweetest little wave, and with that, I let out a sigh and stalk out my front door to find Diesel leaning up against the pillar on my porch and Ace struggling to get out of the bushes.
“I fucking hate you,” I remind them both.
“The fuck did I do?” Diesel grunts, pushing off the pillar and getting ready to spend the next hour claiming the streets of Blackstone.
“You didn’t beat the shit out of Ace.”
Diesel scoffs. “Just say the word and I will. I’m always down to beat his scrawny ass.”
“Scrawny?” Ace demands. “That’s not what your sister said when her nails were digging into it.”
Diesel clenches his jaw, his hands balling into fists, knowing damn well Ace would never have touched his sister in a million years, but it never fails to give him the exact reaction he wants. “I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Diesel mutters.
“And I might just let you.”
We all start making our way down the driveway when I hear Harper’s voice calling from the door. “Woah. Wait up,” she says, watching as the three of us stop at the bottom of the driveway and glance back up at her, waiting to see what she needs. Only I find her with her phone in her hand, holding it up toward us. “Just need a quick pic.”
“What for?”
“I just need recent pictures to hand to the cops when the three of you get kidnapped by horny housewives on your run,” she tells me. “You know, for identification purposes and absolutely nothing to do with Izzy’s request for her spank bank.”
Ace grins. “Wait. Izzy asked for pics? Because I’ve got pics,” he says, already pulling out his phone and flicking through the array of dick pics he’s spent far too long perfecting. “What kind of lighting is she into? And is she offended by undercarriage?”
Diesel smacks Ace up the back of the head, and with that, the two of them start jogging down the sidewalk, but my gaze is still lingering on my girl. “Hurry back,” she tells me, making my chest ache at the thought of having to leave her for nothing more than an hour. “When you get back, I might just put you through a workout of my own.”