Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
To understand this, you’d first have to understand the kind of person I am. I don’t overshare; in fact, I barely share, and anyone in my inner circle, i.e., my brothers and their wives, who share more than I want them to, will be instantly eliminated from the sect.
I don’t believe in keeping my enemies closer; I don’t want those fucks anywhere near me. Some people were offended because they thought they were close enough to have been let in on the scoop. They came all the way to Mexico to find out that they were not.
Garrett, the peacemaker, lied his ass off, telling these people that it was because of who he was that we had kept it secret. Bitch, I didn’t even know you when I planned this. He seemed to realize when I was at my breaking point and was getting ready to blast Aunt somebody or the other and stepped in with his white teeth on full frontal; in short, he didn’t stay out of my shit all night.
Come to find out, my nosy-ass brothers warned him that I was on my sixth or seventh glass of the bubbly and things could go south real fast when that happened, so he was on paw patrol. So that’s why he’s been sniffing around me all damn evening.
I clung to Mom when it was her time to leave, and she tried giving me the talk. This lady asked me if I was wearing decent underwear; that’s when I knew she was drunk off her ass too. I told Bri to keep an eye on her because she was getting real close to her ex-husband. I didn’t want her to have any regrets the next day.
His answer is she’s an adult. I couldn’t worry about her for too long because the bane of my existence was circling like a school of sharks that smelled blood in the water. He damn near rushed his family out of there and then walked me to the waiting car.
I took one last look back at the resort and sobered up just a bit when the reality of what I had done hit me. The bastard popped another bottle of champagne on the drive to his place and then had to carry me. Well, he didn’t, but shit, I didn’t feel like walking another step. It’s best he knows what he'd gotten himself into.
He pretended to stumble, and I smacked him. “I’m not heavy.”
“I never said you were. Now behave so I can undress you.” I looked around and noticed that we had reached the bedroom already. When did that happen?
Now, drunk me is just a tad bit worse than regular me. She has a mouth on her and knows no fear. This bitch was on some, “Okay, bad boy, let me see what you got.” He took his sweet time getting me out of my dress and my petticoat and left me standing there in my thigh highs, garter belt, and bra. I didn’t mention the panties because I was wearing a slingshot over my crotch.
He whistled and I turned to show him what he got. “You like? You like? You buy?” Shut up, Alyssa, you’re making an ass of yourself. Hey, I get mouthy when I’m nervous.
“More than like.” His voice was right in my ear, and his hands were on my tummy.
He pulled me back into him, and I felt his erection press into my ass. I did a little shake to liven things up, and he hissed. That was my cue to turn and start on his buttons. He got to sniffing my neck and running his nose along my skin, which made me shiver.
I had a time of it getting him out of his shirt, jacket, and tie; then I started drooling over his chest. I hadn’t noticed the night we went swimming, but he’s cut. “Don’t stop there.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. You’re not the boss of me.”
“Fuck this shit!” That’s all I heard before I went airborne. He tackled me amidst peals of laughter, and I ended up on the bed beneath him. His hand was between my thighs, cupping my heat, but it was the look in his eyes that sobered me up some.
When he pressed his fingers against me, I lifted up from the bed to keep them there. He kept his eyes on mine even when they became blurry as he teased me with those fingers. I can handle this; this is child’s play.
Then he tore the slingshot and exposed me to the cool air and that was a game changer. Before I could protest, he had my legs spread and was looking down at me. Who does that shit?
“Pink bubblegum. Yum!”
My eyes flew open wide when he just went to work with his mouth and tongue. He didn’t even give me a chance to catch my breath or even ask if I liked it; he didn’t care. And truth be told, neither did I.