Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant when she takes her hand away, pushing herself further on my dick and swallowing around the length. Christ, I’m thinking my kitten doesn’t have a damn gag reflex with how she’s not so much as making any type of restraining noises.
Her cunt clamps down on my thumb like a vice, her wetness gushing as the first jet of come leaves my body. “Kitten,” I utter, losing any semblance of control as she continues suckling on my dick even after I’m drained fucking dry.
“I hope that was okay, Daddy?” She lifts up. A drop of my release sits on her lower lip, and she laps it up with a flick of her tongue.
“More than okay. That was life altering, soul shattering, and I’ll want that time and time again.” I take a moment to pull my fingers from her sweet pussy and taste her from the digits, and she watches as I do. “Come here, kitten. I’m not through with you yet.”
Letty bats her eyelashes in a way that is answer enough. She wants more, and I’m going to give her whatever her heart desires.
16
MATTHEW
“Well, you know it’s serious when Matthew clears his schedule from court and calls us all in,” Johnny says, sitting on the edge of his desk.
“Shit, too bad we couldn’t get Luke and Trent here. They’d have loved this, eaten it up with a spoon, when they heard that Matthew finally bypassed his weird-as-fuck rule that he made up this past year.” Jagger reclines in a seat, fingers at his lips and a cat-got-the-canary smile on his face.
“It is funny that the man who held on the longest sure did fall the fastest,” Asher pipes in.
“Anybody else care to join in?” I ask the room.
“Nah, you get it now,” Tysen eludes. He went crazy when he wasn’t able to find Macie for a while. Now he doesn’t let her out of his sight—they live together, work together, and more or less breathe together.
“Same goes for me, man,” Crew tosses out on the other side of the room. “Besides, I’ve got my own shit going on. Now, where’s Jude?” He’s the last one we're waiting on, and he also has all the information to give us. I called him this morning after seeing Letty off, asking her to keep me up to date on where she’s working, even though I’ve got the same tracking device on her that all the other guys do on their women. Fuck, I’m pretty sure the women in this group track their women more than the men do.
“He’s right here. Sorry, I got another piece of information, and I’m not coming to the table empty-handed. The problem was that it didn’t download in time. Between my woman and my sister, the Internet is slower than I’m used to, an issue I’ll be fixing this afternoon.” Jude walks through the door with a laptop beneath his arm and a cigarette tucked behind his ear. I’m sure there’s also a package of candy in his cargo-style shorts.
“You’re slacking,” Jagger jokes.
“Fuck off. I’m here now, and that’s all that matters.” Jude doesn’t mess around when it comes to digging for information. He’s all in, working for hours, and doesn’t rest until everything comes together.
“I’ll agree to that. Thanks for working on this,” I tell Jude.
“Told you I would have done it last year, but I get it. We all gotta move at our own pace,” Jude responds.
“Yeah, but maybe not as slow as a turtle,” Jagger starts again.
“You really wanna go there?” I arch an eyebrow at him. Johnny chooses to remain silent since it took his wife coming back to him and asking for a divorce to get his shit together, but Jagger held a grudge against Lyric for issues he didn’t know about until her parents passed away, leaving a home for her to look after and bringing the past into the future.
“Message received, loud and clear.” Jagger stands up, goes to the fridge, and grabs a drink. “Anyone want anything?” he asks.
“Gatorade,” Jude replies while setting up his laptop. His bag of candy is sitting on the wooden desk, and he’s clicking away.
“Water,” I state.
“A fucking lobotomy, if there’s one in there,” Crew remarks. Apparently, shit isn’t all that great at work. When I called to see if he’d meet us at Undercover Lovers, he was more than happy to take a sick day.
“Sorry, we’re all out of scalpels with Luke being at work,” Johnny says on a chuckle.
“Alright, so I did some digging. Don’t worry, I made sure it was all through backdoor avenues, leaving no trace.” He glances up from his laptop, and we all move to sit around the round table while Jude continues, “Figured out the stepdad is dead, and the reason Letty felt like she was being followed is because she was. Dalton Chiles, a private investigator, has been looking for her, but not for the reason she thinks. There’s been an inheritance left in her name. With her using an alias, it’s taken longer than it usually would. I’ve gotta hand it to her, the lack of a social media footprint has been in her favor.” Jude turns the laptop around, going through a series of images of the investigator.