Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
But Tasha isn’t in my life anymore, so what the hell do I care?
A light hand settles on my shoulder. I turn to find Becca standing next to me.
“I’m sorry, I can’t let you do that in here,” she purrs in my ear.
“Why not? Because you want to be the one doing it?” I’m turning into an obnoxious ass, thanks to the Jack. But seriously, people are practically fucking on the dance floor, and I’ll be done in a few minutes.
“Because it’s considered public indecency. It’s frowned upon.”
Something about the way she says that makes my dick swell more.
Her eyes drop from my face to where Georgia sucks. When her gaze lifts again, I see the heat in them. “You better finish up before the bouncers come.”
I smirk. “Define finish up?” Does she mean stop or …
Becca adjusts her grip on her empty drink tray, tucking it under her arm to block the view of passersby as she settles a hand over mine.
“Holy fuck,” I hiss, as she guides Georgia’s head, urging her on faster, deeper, her painted breast rubbing against my biceps. Even the pasty can’t hide her hardened nipples.
This lioness is something else.
Over her shoulder, I see that Sherrie has reversed on Connor’s lap and is grinding her ass into him now. Connor’s head has fallen back against the couch, his lips parted, a euphoric look on his face as he stares up at the ceiling.
I can’t believe this is happening. “Fuck me …” I’m in heaven.
“I was hoping to,” Becca murmurs.
I chug Georgia’s drink and toss the glass aside, my gaze locked on Becca’s stunning body. It’s probably wrong to be drooling over her while Georgia is blowing me, but I can’t help it, and neither Georgia nor Becca seem to mind.
“I really need to touch you.” I’m ready to explode.
A small smile curls Becca’s lips as she adjusts her stance. “Nowhere that I’m painted.”
That leaves me only one place.
I graze my finger along the front of her G-string, waiting for her to stop me.
She goads me on with a jut of her chin.
Carefully, I slip my index finger down the front of her smooth mound and through her slick center. She parts her legs, inviting me inside her.
I take the invitation, sliding two fingers into her wet heat.
The simple move is my undoing. My head falls back as all the muscles in my stomach, my groin, my legs constrict and my balls tighten. Pulling Georgia’s head flush against me with my other hand, I spill into her mouth with a strangled curse.
Becca abruptly steps away from me, my fingers gliding out from her.
And I find myself flanked by two truck-sized bouncers.
“It’s almost impossible to get kicked out of Sin. Well done, buddy.” Connor chuckles as we stumble through our front door and into the dark living room, Georgia and Sherrie giggling as they cling to each other’s arms.
Despite the sudden end to things at the club—my pants barely done up as I was escorted out—I would have been satisfied to call it a night. But Sherrie’s mouth found its way around my cock the second we climbed into the cab and now I need another release.
“I’m this way.” Connor leads Georgia toward his bedroom, giving me a thumbs-up. I’m not even sure when it was decided that we’d swap and who made that decision, but it seems everyone’s game.
“You’ve got paint on your shirt.” Sherrie’s hand slides over my sleeve where I’m smeared in orange from Becca.
“Shit. I hope that comes out.” It’s one of my favorite shirts.
“We should throw it into the wash now.” She begins fumbling with the buttons, her lips moving for my mouth.
I step out of her reach, not interested in that level of intimacy. “Let me do that. My room’s down there, on the right. I’ll be there in a sec.”
She takes three staggering steps toward the hallway, using the couch’s back to guide her.
“You sure you’re up for this tonight?” I ask. “’Cause we’ve both been drinking and we don’t have to …”
My words trail as she pushes down the top of her dress, showing off a set of perky tits before she saunters away.
I guess this is happening. I head for the closet off the main room, peeling off my shirt on the way to chuck it in the washer. It’s too dark and I’m too drunk to read all the controls, so I hope I’m doing this right.
“What the hell!” a female shrieks.
Shit.
I rush toward the voices, tripping over the heels, dress, and panties strewn along the floor, to find Ryan’s door wide open and a naked Sherrie scampering out.
Granted, the condo is an odd design, with Ryan’s bedroom at the end of the hall and mine kitty-corner to it. Still, it’s not hard to figure out. “Your other right.”