Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
I wasn’t bidding on any of those girls. The entire auction thing was stupid—paying for the privilege of spending time with a girl. One who evidently wanted to be bought. It screamed, “Pick me.” Not my thing.
The cheerleaders jogged over to the sidelines to grab their waters. Megan’s gaze landed on me. A way-too-big smile spread across her face before she skipped across the grass toward us.
Petey chuckled. “Ah, she’s hungry for cock…”
“Hey, Wolf.” She stopped in front of me with an unnecessary bounce that caused her massive tits to bob. “I’m excited for the frat’s auction in a few weeks.”
The guys chuckled. Rogue snorted before passing the joint back to me.
I took a puff, staring at her through the wisps of smoke. “You’re looking forward to being sold off like cattle?”
That smile of hers fell. “I mean, I…” She stammered for a moment, her gaze bouncing between our group. “It’s for a good cause.” And the peppy-ass, slightly psychotic smile was back. “I’m always happy to be part of a cause.”
That cause being a fundraiser for our frat’s “charity”—Save the Endangered Spheniscus demersus, better known as the jackass penguin. The penguin was actually endangered, but the poor fuckers never saw a cent from the funds we raised, which tended to be a lot. People evidently loved those waddling, flightless birds… The charity was just a way for us to launder our drug money.
Rogue leaned over to pat her shoulder. “And without kind-hearted, big-breasted people like you, those unfortunate creatures would face an untimely demise.”
Petey lost his shit, doubling over on pot-driven cackles.
Megan dragged the toe of her sneaker across the grass, giving me a look I bet she thought screamed demure. It didn’t. She looked like a battered alley cat in heat, tail twitching and legs shaking. “I’d be honored if you’d bid on me, Wolf.”
Honored? What a load of horseshit. “My dick could rot off before I’d bid on your crazy ass.”
“Do me a favor, blondie.” Holding out the clipboard, Rogue nodded to the cheerleader-riddled sidelines. “Why don’t you go over there and talk some of your friends in to signing up?”
She took the clipboard. “Sure.”
“Megan!” One of the other Red Bull-charged peppy nightmares shouted. “Come on. We have to practice the half-time routine.”
She leaned over, her blond hair slapping my face when I dodged the kiss she tried to plant on my cheek. “See you later, Wolf.”
I flipped her off as she skipped off across the field, sign-up forms in hand.
“You have a type.” Rogue’s hand clapped my shoulder. “Jason Voorhees. Mental Megan.” He chuckled. “I’ll be disappointed when one of them kills you and keeps your rotting corpse. I promise to—” His phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket, groaned, then put it to his ear. “What do you want, Cassie?”
Cassie, his on-again-off-again girlfriend, was another one tolling the batshit-crazy bell.
Rogue’s gaze drifted to me. “I’m not Wolf’s keeper!” He got to his feet, arguing with her about the car I’d stolen as he walked back toward his Range Rover.
There was only one reason Cassie would be asking about that car. Jade.
Was I an asshole for taking that car? Yes.
Did I care? Absolutely not.
I found a small sliver of satisfaction in knowing it had evidently gotten underneath Jade’s skin enough for her to sic Cassie on Rogue.
The cheerleaders’ chant echoed across the field. “Yell loud and proud. Go…”
Megan screeched, “Wolf!” in response.
I didn’t even bother to glance in her direction.
“Seriously, man.” Petey snorted. “Teach me thy ways, oh, master.”
“What ways?”
“You treat girls like crap, and they’re still crazy over you.”
Because I somehow only ended up bagging the crazy ones. At least recently…
Petey nudged my side. “What in the hell is that asshole doing here?”
I followed his gaze to the other side of the field. The vice president of Kappa Theta, Winston, strutted across the tall grass in all his stupid-ass loafers. His pressed, collared shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of slacks. He looked like he belonged on a sailboat.
“Fuck…” I mumbled.
If Rogue saw him, after I’d told him Cassie had been at that frat, it would start a fight I wasn’t in the mood for. Rogue hated every single member of that stupid frat just because they were associated with Tommy.
I stared in disbelief as the idiot continued straight toward us.
“He has a death wish,” Petey mumbled.
Winston gave the cheerleaders a fleeting glance before he stopped in front of Petey.
“What the fuck do you want?” I said.
“We, uh…” Winston’s pale cheeks washed a little pink, his nervous attention pinging between the three of us. “We want to buy some pills.”
“We?” I said, lifting a brow.
“The frat.” He pulled a wad of bills from his pocket, his hand shaking when he held it out. “I have cash.” No small amount, either.
My focus drifted from the money to his stupid face. “What the hell does this look like to you? A fucking McDonald’s drive-thru?”