Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“What the fuck did you say to us?” I ask, putting the car in Drive and starting to move.
“Rory…dude. What the fuck are you doing?”
I don’t drive too fast, but he still has to jog to keep up, feet stumbling as he tries to stay on them.
“What did he say to us?” I ask again.
Cillian says, “Fuck you. Do I have that right? Who’s fucked now?”
Bro is still fighting with the window, crying and begging to get out while I keep driving. “What do you say?” I ask.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Dunno what I was thinking.”
“You weren’t.” I thump the side of his head.
His feet slip out from under him again, his hands clawing at the window.
“Say it one more time. We couldn’t hear you.”
“I’m sorry!” he shouts. “I won’t do it again.”
I slam on the brakes, and he jerks to a stop with the car. “Don’t ever fucking talk to us again.”
I move my hand over to hit the button for the window, when Cillian adds, “You know this is our little secret, correct? Because if you don’t…well, we’d have to pay you another visit, and we wouldn’t be as nice and understanding as we were this time.”
“I know. Fuck, I know!”
I hit the button, and he gasps, stumbling backward, falling on his ass.
Without another word, I pull away. “Next stop panties?” I ask Cillian, who laughs.
“You crazy motherfucker.”
“Can’t argue with that. It’s why I have you and your kitten to keep me in line.”
Something about that sobers him up. “Not your boy?”
“Don’t know… We both get a rush from danger.” Though I don’t think it’s as strong for Shai.
“If he gets you in trouble—”
“He won’t.”
Cillian lets it go, and we drive to the mall—the fucking mall, of all places. I don’t even think I’ve ever been to a mall before.
“So where the fuck do we go?” I ask.
“Isn’t there like, a panty-and-bra store?”
There is, in fact, a panty-and-bra store, a salesperson heading straight for us. “Can I help you? Looking for something for your girlfriend?” she asks.
“Nope. It’s for me.”
Her gaze darts back and forth between Cillian and me.
“He likes to dress up for me,” Cil says.
Her face flushes, and we both bite back a laugh. “What exactly are you looking for?”
“Panties,” I answer. “Pretty ones.”
After getting over her initial embarrassment, Lavone is extremely helpful. I’ve seen a ton of styles of underwear on women, but I didn’t know the names of any of them, like boy shorts and hipsters and whatnot, and Lavone explains it all. We go with a combination of lace and silk, in various colors. I end up with five pairs, which Lavone packages up, and once I pay, she hands the bag over. “Good for you,” she tells me, and I grin.
“Thanks, Lavone.” I slip her a hundred, and then Cillian and I are gone.
“You should get yourself a couple of jocks,” he says in the car, and I ignore the tightness in his voice when he adds, “He’ll probably like those too.” He’s doing the most Cillian thing—trying to be supportive of someone he loves, regardless of his own feelings.
I drive him back to the house but keep the car idling out front. “I’m gonna go watch Shai while he works.”
Cillian cocks a brow. “Watch him while he works?”
I shrug. Like he doesn’t do that shit with Ollie, only I don’t say that because then he’ll think this thing with Shai is more than it is.
“Be good. You need anything?”
“Nah, I’m straight.”
Cillian grins. “Not so straight.”
“Guys are fun.” I pump my brows, and he laughs.
Once I’m at the Pizza Palace, I find a booth where I can see Shai easily while he works in the back. He doesn’t notice me right away, and I don’t tell him I’m here, just…watch him—the way he moves, the way he stands, the way he fucking breathes. Everything about him intrigues me.
Eventually, he notices me, gives me a small grin and an up-nod. Chet, one of the managers, is speaking to him. I fucking hate that guy, and he’s lucky he’s not dead. It’s him who let Ollie walk home alone the night he was hurt earlier this year. When their conversation is finished, Shai walks over and slides into the booth across from me. “I’m taking a break, but I’m staying late tonight.”
I frown. That’s no fun. Now I have to sit here even longer. “You should quit your job while we’re fucking.”
He rolls his eyes. “I can’t quit my job. We’re not all you.”
But I could take care of him. I could pay for what he needs, but then, how would that make sense? He’s screwing me to pay off what he owes me, yet I’m giving him money? My brain is doing fucked-up shit again.
I slide the bag across the table toward him. I love that even though we’re in public, when he takes it, he doesn’t try to hide what is clearly from a lingerie company. I cross my arms, leaning back against the seat while Shai sets the bag in his lap, looking through what’s inside.