Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Hello, Earth to Shaelynn.” Lyric waves her hand in front of my face.
“She’s dreaming of McHottie, lucky bitch. Though, I think McBroody is sheww, slap my ass, and make me come hotter.” I wince at Coralynn’s lack of a filter.
“You know, now that you say that, it does make him hotter,” Winnie says.
“I can’t talk about this, either of them, because, you know, technically, they are my bosses. Plus, Luke is practically a brother to all of us.” Lennie covers her ears, using her shoulder for one ear and her hand for the other because the girl is not letting go of her bagel. Not that I blame her. Oak & Brew is the absolute best; everyone is addicted to either their food, coffee, and tea, or all three, like I am.
“I can. I may be married, but I’m not dead,” Maci states.
“Oh my gosh, you sound just like Momma Catherine, doesn’t she, Lennie?” Kennedy points out.
“You’re right. Shit. Coralynn and Catherine together are going to be trouble with a capital T.” Lennie turns on the dramatics.
“Who is that, and when do I meet her? She sounds like a lot of fun,” my sister says. Winnie laughs, Maci chimes in, and Lyric shakes her head. I only have heard of her from the girls and Luke and haven’t met her in the flesh.
“Soon. She and her husband, Russell, are currently on their way down here for the birth of the twins,” Lyric tells us.
“Yes, which means we have to make this quick. The mom-to-be is insisting we stop at the grocery store for food, the florist for, well, flowers, and who else knows what we’ll be roped into,” Maci teases. I’m thinking they carpooled big time and are getting roped into everything Lennie on their days off.
“Okay, so, spill the tea,” Kennedy says in my direction.
“Well, the biopsy came back non-cancerous.” I lift my hands up in the air, do a little dancy dance in my seat, and the girls cheer along with me.
“That’s great news!” Coralynn launches her arms around me. “I love you. Never again are you keeping anything like this from me. Promise, right now, or I’m going to pinch your boob.” Gosh, she’s pulling out the big guns.
“Fine, I promise you. No secrets,” I reply. She should be happy I didn’t cross my fingers, legs, or my toes like I would as a teenager.
“Marissa and Nadine, let’s get down to the nitty gritty.” Winnie clears her throat. It seems most of the women in our group know of them, have had to deal with them, or work with them.
“I vote we use a code word to activate Operation Bitch Slap,” Maci states, crossing her arms over her chest, a look of standing on business written across her face.
“Same,” Lyric replies.
“And what should the code name be?” Lennie interjects, sucking back her drink until there’s nothing left.
“Regina George.” Kenny doesn’t even think twice.
“How freaking appropriate,” I mutter. Those two are literally the epitome of Mean Girls. At least Marissa is toward me, but from what the girls have said, Nadine can be just as bad.
“Good, that’s settled. I really hate to eat and run. Except I’ve got an uber-protective alpha annoying husband who’s blowing up my phone asking where I am.” Lennie stands up. Her protruding belly has dropped a lot, and I’m betting she won’t make it much longer before the twins make their appearance.
“Go, go, go. Thank you for coming. You sure do make a girl feel special.” We all get up to hug each other. Lennie, Kenny, Maci, and Winnie head toward the door. Lyric, Coralynn, and I disperse through the studio. I’m already dreading today, longing to be in a studio, doing what I love the most. I blow out a puff of air and get to it. There’s no time like the present for the awaiting paperwork, social media content, plus everything else I can do to keep myself occupied.
15
LUKE
“This is a change of pace.” I am sitting in a chair while Shae is sitting on the bed in a patient room. It’s been two weeks, two long-as-fuck weeks, of being very imaginative in and out of the bedroom. We’re at our breaking point. This morning, I almost gave in. Fuck, to be honest, I got carried away and slipped my thumb into her tight-as-hell heat. It was for all of a second, my body getting the better of my mind. Instead, I pushed my middle finger along her back entrance, wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking and releasing with deep pulls, and when she came, it was hot as fuck. Her body shaking, slicked with sweat, and hair clinging to the side of her face.
Shae barely recovered before she sat up, pushed me down until I was on my knees, and took my cock all the way to the back of her throat. I didn’t last long, not with how she worked me, hand cupping my balls, mouth hot and wet, then she added the motherfucking trifecta. She hummed around my length when I asked her a question. Goddamn, I can still feel it in my dick.