Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Am I sensing a little animosity with Rebecca today?”
“Nope.” I shovel a forkful of food into my mouth.
“I downloaded this Kindle app,” Antony says as he sips his coffee.
“And?” Henley asks.
“Well . . .” He shrugs. “There’s a plethora of porn on there.”
My eyes flick up from the newspaper I’m reading. “Vampire porn?”
“Yep.” He nods.
“Alien porn?” Henley replies.
“Uh-huh.”
“How many cocks do these dudes have?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I didn’t get the books . . . obviously.”
“Well, get to it, man. We need all the fucking tips we can get.”
“I’m not sure about you . . . but my one cock will never be two.” Antony rolls his eyes. “Which isn’t ideal.”
“No wonder women have ridiculously high expectations these days. How are we supposed to compete with this shit?” Henley scoffs.
“It’s all right for you. You’ve already got your girl, and she thinks you’ve got a golden cock,” Antony fires back.
“Because I do.” Henley widens his eyes. “Everybody knows that.”
“I seriously doubt that.” I go back to reading my paper. “I’m going to download this app myself. I’m actually digging this vampire shit.”
“Okay, you read a vampire one, I’ll read an alien one, and Henley, you read a kink one.”
“What kind of kink?” He frowns.
“I don’t know, like . . .” Antony shrugs as he tries to think. “I can’t even think of a kink that women would want.”
“Dildo?”
“That’s not a kink, that’s normal,” Henley replies.
I smirk as I keep reading the paper.
“What?”
“No woman’s ever pulled a dildo out on me. My cock is more than enough.”
They roll their eyes. “In your dreams.”
Antony looks around as if remembering something. “Oh, I almost forgot why I came over. Is my duffel bag here?” he asks.
“Why would it be here?” I frown.
“Last year you borrowed it for something.”
“I don’t remember.” I think for a moment. “Oh, there is a random bag underneath the bed in the second spare bedroom upstairs.”
“You didn’t think to return it?”
“I didn’t know whose it was!”
He takes off up the stairs.
“Did Rebecca sleep with her date last night?” Henley asks.
“No. She did not.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I dropped her at home.”
His eyes light up. “Did you sleep with her?”
“This isn’t a fucking porno. She’s not sleeping with everyone, you know.”
“Did you fight?”
“Will you just shut up about Rebecca Dalton?” I keep eating. “I give zero fucks about her.”
He smiles into his coffee cup as he watches me.
“Stop.”
Antony walks back into the room with the duffel bag under his arm.
“You found it?” I ask.
“Yeah, who’ve you been boning in the spare room?”
“What?”
He holds up a pair of pink pajama pants. They have big red love hearts all over them. “Found these under the bed.”
“What?” I screw up my face. “Where under the bed?”
“At the top, in between the wall and bed.”
I take them off him and stare at them in confusion. “I have no idea whose these are.”
“Bec’s about to get it on with Logan,” Henley calls from the window.
“Yeah, I guessed that.” Antony goes to the coffee machine. “He’s putting in the work. Every day he’s out at the front of her house, small talking.”
“Small talk from the small dick.” I go to the bin and scrape my leftovers into it. “We need to bomb that Navy House as soon as possible.”
“Knock, knock,” Rebecca’s voice calls from the front door.
Great.
“Speak of the devil,” Henley mouths.
“Fuck. Off,” I mouth back. I snatch the pajama pants off him and stuff them into the cutlery drawer. “Come in,” I call.
Rebecca comes into view; her dark hair is up in a high ponytail, and her skin has a just-exercised glow to it. Her big brown eyes find mine across the room. “Hi.” She smiles.
“Hi.” I keep washing my plate and cutlery.
“Hello.” She and the boys begin to chat while I take my time washing the last few coffee cups.
I don’t even want to talk to her.
Go home.
“Are you all packed?” Rebecca asks Henley.
“Yep. Juliet is just dropping her parents at the airport, and then we’re leaving. I’ve been briefing the boys.”
“Right.” She looks between us.
“Blake is walking him in the morning and Ant in the afternoon.”
“Uh-huh.” She smiles. “And sleepovers at my house.”
“Blake is going to give him breakfast every morning back at our house.”
“He isn’t a fucking baby,” I snap. “Relax, I think we can look after a stupid dog for a week.” I pick up the dish towel. “Go . . . screw your new wife, stupid.”
“What’s wrong with you today?” Ant curls his lip.
“Nothing is wrong with me.” I widen my eyes. “Apart from the fact that it’s eight o’clock in the morning, and I have a lot of annoying people in my kitchen.”
“Blake, do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” Rebecca asks.
“No, thank you.” I keep wiping down my kitchen counter with vigor.
“I’m making your favorite. Lasagna,” she says sweetly to try and coax me into it.