Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“One-thousand, thirty-two bucks,” she said, then pressed her lips to mine. “I’m so proud of you. Like, really proud. Get in the truck.”
I’d never moved so fast.
Lola climbed into the back of Wolf’s truck after me, pulling the waist of my jeans down while simultaneously yanking out my dick.
Before I could say anything, her warm lips wrapped around me.
“Shit, Lola.” I gripped the back of her head, dropping mine against the window while she swallowed me back.
“You like my lips on your dick, babe?” She flicked over the piercing lodged through my head.
My leg kicked out, heel hitting the door. “Fuck yes…”
She went down to the base of my shaft. And when that little choking noise rumbled up her throat, I thrust between her wet lips with a groan. That right there was the definition of bliss.
I released her hair and grabbed the edge of the seat to stop myself from completely losing it and fucking the shit out of her mouth. Then she did that thing with her tongue, swirling it around my head.
Just a tiny rake of teeth. Tingles shot through my veins, my ass arching off the seat as I gripped her head again. “God. I’m gonna come.”
I went to shove her face away, but she just went down farther. “Shit…” I blew my load down her throat, muscles twitching, dick jerking before she released me with a little pop.
My body damn near melted into the seat as I fought to catch my breath. “Know what I’m really proud of? The way you suck my dick.”
Lola sat up, wiping the corners of her mouth. “Want to be proud of the way I fuck you?”
I grabbed the back of her head, dragging her lips to mine. “I’ll show you proud...”
Chapter 41
LOLA
When I’d told Wolf earlier that I had enrolled to get my GED, he whacked me on the back and said it was a smart move for a human amoeba.
Which was why he deserved to have his truck stolen. Again.
I lowered the tailgate and set the empty mason jar on it when the twenty-fifth text came through.
Stumpy Ass: I know you stole my truck, Hendrix.
Me: BORROWED. Because I’m returning it after work.
Then I silenced my phone.
Lola rounded the back of the truck in her scarf and coat and propped the handwritten sign against the bed.
1 ticket $5
2 for $8
3 for $10
The other side read: Proceeds for Dayton’s Wrestling team.
Over the past month, we’d perfected this… business model. And I used that word because I had every intention of taking it to the next level. Legally. With a website and online checkout. Maybe one-day shipping. Trying to figure out which prize would make the most money was like an adrenaline hit straight to the reward center of my brain. I wanted to give Lola everything we’d never had. Stuff we’d only dreamed of. Vacations and dinners at one of those nicer-than-normal all-you-can-eat buffets. Maybe, I could make enough that she could be one of those women who got pedicures every once in a while. A fridge with an icemaker…
She set the Coach bag beside the sign. “You ready to be all legal and shit?” she asked, then smiled at me.
And over the past forty-eight days, nothing had made this poor boy feel more guilty than when that perfect girl smiled. She just went around, acting like nothing had happened to her. Letting me believe a lie, probably because she thought it was the only way to save me.
I had no idea how she’d done it for the past two years because my trying to keep my shit together and pretend I wasn’t broken for the past few weeks had been absolute hell.
A knot of anxiety formed in my gut, but I swallowed that bitch down. I didn’t really think Lola would leave me if she found out what I had done. Be freaked out? Absolutely. But leave me…
A string of cars pulled into the parking lot, dragging my attention away from my thoughts.
Doors slammed, and a group of women got out of one of the trucks wearing Casperville High gear.
“Turn on that bad-boy charm and put on your game face.” Lola nudged my ribs before flipping the sign from the side that read, “Support Dayton” to “Support Casperville.”
I forced my thoughts to raffling off a Coach bag. Because I wanted her to be happy. Safe and happy. “Hey, ladies.” I stroked the soft leather of the purse “Wanna chance to win a sleek, new Coach bag?”
I spotted the one giving me the eye and winked. “You’d be the envy of every mom in Casperville with this fancy thing slung over your shoulder.”
Every one of them passed over ten bucks. And so did the next group. And the next. It was easy money.
By the time everyone was inside the match, we had over a grand in hand. Over a grand of legal money.