Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
The cell phone was badly hidden, with a yellow, lined legal pad tossed on top of it barely covering the edge.
I uncovered it to see the front screen littered with names. Melanie, Emma, Natalia, and many others, all messaging my dad.
The passcode had been the same as all of his passcodes: my mother’s birth year.
Yikes, Dad.
Each of the text threads had an endless Rolodex of nudity, dirty talk, and future plans in their message history. All brunettes, of all sizes and heights, all gorgeous, and all of them probably not a day over 21, while Dad was nearly 60.
There had also been group photos. I never needed to see his cock, but I sure as fuck didn’t want to see it stuffed in a brunette’s ass while her mouth was between the legs of another woman. There were even a couple photos where thin white lines of powder were visible on their tits. Sloppy sloppy.
The evening business meetings my father kept attending were sex parties.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I guess.
I just have much broader tastes than dear old Dad. In hair color… age… gender.
And you know what?
I don’t fucking hide a single one of them.
I don’t hide anything at all.
“How is Lily?” Dom asked over the phone.
Even after all the shit that had gone down in Montana—Brody had almost ruined everything, between me and Dom—I was still always happy when Dom asked about Lily.
Dominic had more of a heart than any of the rest of us.
“Lily is doing great, actually,” I said. “She’s here for her friend’s wedding. Keeping busy so far. Happy as a clam, unlike us.”
“Speak for yourself," Dominic said. “I’m happy. You’re just a stormcloud.”
“I do what I can.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re safe in Tennessee.”
I breathed deep. “Stay safe, yourself,” I said. “Keep tabs on Veil for me. I miss her every moment of every day.”
“She has better hay than the food I eat every night,” Dom said. “I think Veil’s very happy, too.”
“Keep me updated,” I told Dominic before we hung up.
I looked down at my phone and my eyes widened when I saw what was on my screen.
A text from Max. I tapped out a reply quickly, and he messaged me back.
Max Baby Blue
If anyone is going to have their tongue on a cock, it would be yours on mine. Not the other way around.
Draven Lyons
Is that right?
I said what I said.
Then why couldn’t you say it to my face, ten minutes ago?
Because you pissed me off. Now I’ve had time to think. I don’t trust you, Draven.
Good. You shouldn’t.
Don’t try to intimidate me.
You’re the one asking for my mouth on your dick. Straight much?
Straight or not, a tongue is a tongue.
Finally something we agree on.
Is that why yours is pierced? Better for when you’re giving head?
One of the reasons.
Even if I was curious about men… I’m not curious about you. Fucking your throat would be payback. Like I said, just a tongue.
…You’re hard just texting me about this, aren’t you?
Guess revenge gets me off.
So we agree on two things.
I still don’t trust you. Not in my town, not with me. Don’t expect me to act like a doormat for you just because I’m a nice person. You’re not going to get “nice” from me.
Okay, Baby Blue. I know you’re totally in control, and totally straight. But if you find yourself curious again about what my tongue ring really feels like on a cock… all you have to do is ask.
Chapter 5
Max
All the usual suspects, I thought as I walked into the Red Fox Diner, my eyes scanning the red leather booths and the long breakfast counter.
The sound of clinking silverware and conversation filled the air, and the whole place smelled like pancakes, butter, and coffee.
This place was always busy around lunchtime. Most of the booths were packed full of elderly people with newspapers, young teenagers huddled over for gossip, and people on their lunch breaks.
No black cowboy hats in sight, though.
He’s not everywhere in Bestens. Chill out.
Was I glad or disappointed that Draven wasn’t here?
I was still pissed off. It had been a few days since he’d stopped in at the Hard Spot.
A few days since I’d seen him around my parents’ property, either. Lily said he was staying somewhere else and had “gotten busy,” but she’d been busy, too. Finally, today, I was meeting her for lunch.
And I was going to get answers.
I pulled out my phone, compulsively texting him before walking through the diner.
Max
Where are you hiding? You at the inn? A hotel in one of the cities? Did I finally scare you away?
Draven
Adorable that you think you could. I’m around. Don’t worry.
I had a growing curiosity about him that was building up inside me more each day.
Knowing he was attracted to me had made me a little bit crazy. Hearing he wasn’t with Lily anymore…