Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Okay, that right there wasn’t a little bit.
It was a huge truckload.
“I see you’ve been thinking about this,” I noted.
“On the ride back to you. I knew if I started things with us, I had to be all in.” He pulled me closer. “I’m all in, Lottie.”
Yeah.
That was a huge truckload.
He gave me that. He gave me a kiss.
And when he pulled away, I whispered, “Thanks, Mo.”
That was when he gave me a smile and pulled fully away, exiting the bed.
I wanted to get into his “experience with women” (and how they’d fucked him up) but I was learning this was how Mo was.
He had to get rid of the condom and he didn’t make that announcement or a production of it.
He slipped out of the bed, took care of it, and came back.
I was hoping he’d brought a bunch of them because I decided, before we got into his “experience with women,” I’d give him more experience with this woman because I had a hankering to ride my mountain of man.
We could talk about the bitches in his life after I got myself in the mood not to be pissed as shit about whatever it was.
In other words, after I had another fifteen orgasms.
Mo was walking back into the room, and I was watching him walk back in, precisely his hips, not covered in cargos, and that huge dick, which was impressive even soft, and how I’d decided just then to suck it before I rode it, when he stopped dead and his head jerked to the side.
This was right before we heard a pounding on the door and a faraway, but still loud bellow of, “Lottie! Open this goddamned door!”
I felt my face pale as I watched Mo look back my way.
“Oh shit,” I whispered.
Then I finished.
“Tex.”
CHAPTER 10
LITTLE SISTER
Lottie
“I’ll take care of it,” Mo announced.
Say what?
You didn’t take care of Tex.
No one could take care of Tex.
Especially when he was bellowing louder than his normal bellow and pounding on a door.
I suspected even my mother couldn’t take care of Tex when he was doing that and Tex was head over heels in love with my mother.
Sadly, while these thoughts tumbled through my head, Mo had found his cargos and tugged them on.
He exited the room doing the fly.
Shit!
“Mo! Wait!” I yelled, scrambling to get out of bed.
It took me too long to find my panties and nightie in the mess of bedclothes and too much longer to struggle them on at the same time racing out of the room.
My nightie was floating down as I hit the top of the stairs and I started to bolt down them as I heard, “You! You’ve got some explaining to do.”
Tex.
Tex getting in the face of Mo.
I kept going, just a lot faster, and when I made it to the bottom, my feet squeaked on the floor as I slid across the hall and slammed into the arch to the TV room from my momentum.
This was when I saw that this situation was not just Tex in A Snit bad.
It was worse.
Way worse.
Because, filing through the foyer, was not just my big, wild-haired stepdad Tex.
Behind him came Lee.
Hank.
Vance.
Luke.
Hector.
Ren.
And Eddie.
The entire Hot Bunch (save Mace, but I figured he only wasn’t there because he now lived in LA and he hadn’t been able to catch a convenient flight).
Shit!
They all glowered at me as they trooped into my living room, trailed by Mo.
Mo was not glowering.
When he turned his head to look at me, he appeared to be having trouble containing his mirth.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
He didn’t get it.
This was not funny.
I’d been onboard when Smithie had explained why he brought in Hawk, way on board, for a variety of reasons.
First, and arguably the priority, because the Hot Bunch run amuck in Denver in protection mode of one of their own was a very scary thing.
Second, and arguably the priority, because Eddie would tell his wife, my sister, who would tell my mother, and the other Rock Chicks, and they’d all be worried, just like everyone at Smithie’s.
And I couldn’t have that.
Now, it was very clear the men knew.
And now, they were ticked, not that they’d been kept out of the loop, that they hadn’t been asked to do the job.
And the Hot Bunch ticked was another very scary thing.
I needed to handle this.
Immediately.
I rushed to Mo.
“Mo—”
“Babe, go upstairs and put on some clothes,” he murmured.
Was he insane?
We didn’t have time for that!
“But—”
Tex boomed, “Get your ass in here, girl.”
There it was!
No time for that.
Mo looked toward my living room.
I looked toward my living room.
It was filled with the Hot Bunch.
Tex appeared in the archway.
“What did I say?” he demanded (in another boom).
“Tex—”
“Eddie got the word. Smithie had some lunatic who was fixated on you and sending detailed letters of how he was going to cleanse you,” Tex stated (loudly, as well as irately). “And you. You didn’t call in me or the boys.”