Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Sure thing. Anything else?” she answered.
“No, that should do it; thanks, Mona. If I need anything else, I know who to reach out to. You’re my savior tonight.”
“Always, doll-baby.”
The door clicked open and I cataloged the nickname doll-baby into my day—much better than sweet daddy, and much better than what I was about to face. It wasn’t as if I wanted to curb the kid’s fun, but damn, I needed a ‘heads-up’ to be able to keep him safe. I’d been his age once; I knew what it was like to want to have a good time.
I shoved the door open, prepared to face a bunch of spoiled-brat, rich, and beautiful young adults acting like children, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for what I faced when I stepped inside. The erotic sight before me caused my cock to harden and a couple of fuses in my brain to blow. Micah, on his knees with his eyes blindfolded and hands tied behind his back, was duplicating a blow job on a monster dildo suctioned to the coffee table in front of him.
His mouth was stretched wide as he worked the fake cock, up and down, twist at the top, and a hefty amount of tongue work. I was frozen in place as the sensual and kinky scene played out in front of me. For a few enjoyable seconds, I simply took delight in watching the performance. It was all fake, no naked parts to be seen, but it made my cock harder than it had ever been in my life.
No one had noticed me yet, so I untucked my shirt in an attempt to hide my overzealous cock, and then strode across the floor, toward Micah. The sea of chanting people parted instantly, either because of the lethal look on my face or the fact that I had double the body mass than most of them possessed. How the fuck did they stay so…malnourished? Hell, if I’d have bumped into one, I’d probably break them.
I didn’t stop moving until I stood across the coffee table from where Micah was still working his magic on the dildo, completely oblivious to the sudden silence that had descended across the room. His cheeks were flushed and a sheen of sweat covered his face. From beneath his thin T-shirt, I could see that his heart pounded rapidly. As my eyes scanned the room, I realized there wasn’t one flat surface that didn’t either have lines of cocaine on them or a fine white dust had been there.
Fury ripped through me.
“Uh…this is a private party.”
This came from the fool that had his hand wrapped around Micah’s hair, pushing him further down onto the dildo. I counted to three and reminded myself that these were young adults, probably no one in the room over twenty-one…except for me, grandpa of the group. I was certain that murdering them would be frowned upon by several people, so I went ahead and counted to ten instead of three.
“Don’t mind me; I’m only here to pick up my wayward pup. Let’s go, Micah. Now.”
Micah froze and then tried to jerk his head up but the asshole holding his hair refused to allow him to raise up. I literally growled at him, knowing if I touched him, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. “Take your hand off of him right fucking now.”
A girl standing next to me said, “His name is Jinx, not Micah. You’ve got really big muscles. You’re too old to be a model. Are you Jinx’s dad?”
“No, he isn’t Jinx’s dad, you fool! His dad was the supermodel.” He looked at me with narrowed eyes. “We would recognize him, even if he is older…and hotter. Damn, those muscles are big. They don’t allow us to grow ‘em that big in our world.”
If the kid hadn’t just done a line of coke right in front of me, I might have basked in his hotter and muscle comment. As it was, I ignored him and focused my attention on Micah. By now, he’d managed to jerk his head away from the guy holding him and was telling them to remove his blindfold and untie his hands. He giggled as he talked.
Fucking giggled.
I’d whip him in front of everybody if it wasn’t painfully obvious that he was high as a fucking kite. Cocaine? Samantha had said he was squeaky clean, other than a few mischievous endeavors that annoyed the hell out of his security and parents. Cocaine didn’t qualify as mischievous. If I hadn’t already planned on dropping him first thing in the morning, drugs would have sealed the deal for me. I wasn’t dealing with that shit.
The second the blindfold was removed, his sky-blue eyes landed on me and he tossed a silly grin my way. “I guess it’s safe to assume that Trevor didn’t get into my bed fast enough to fool you, huh? I had a really weird feeling that you’d try and go-the-extra-mile and show up for work tonight instead of in the morning. How’d you find me, anyway?” His eyes dipped to the dildo in front him—the one coated in his saliva. After a couple of seconds, he looked at me again and asked, “Wanna play a game?”