Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Either way, it was still long enough to fist a handful of it as he pumped in and out of her sweet lips.
Anyway, he didn’t give a fuck if her hair was neon purple, the woman was still fuckable. If her hair distracted him, he could turn off the lights. Or cover her head with a pillow. Or something.
The plunk of a bottle on the wood bar top behind him made him glance over his shoulder. “That water’s a weird fuckin’ color. Better have your plumbin’ checked.”
“Lucky we fuckin’ like you, brother. Otherwise, for five bucks I would’ve poured you a half a draft. You could take tiny fuckin’ sips all night to make it last.”
“Maybe you should be the fuckin’ comedian.” He turned back to watch Maddie work the pool table.
She was damn good. Much better than he would expect. He wondered who taught her how to play that well.
He eyed up her partner next.
Zeke Jamison.
Romeo wondered if the next in line to hold the DAMC gavel had managed to get down her pants yet. Knowing Little Z—a nickname the kid now hated—he most likely had worked her hard. Whether she fell for his game or not was another story.
Romeo knew LZ wasn’t even twenty-one yet. Was she into younger guys? Rome might be seven years older than her, but LZ was seven years younger.
Was she doing him?
He was damn sure Maddie would prefer a man over a boy.
He could definitely be that man for her. He only needed to get her away from Zeke and convince her Romeo was what she needed in her life.
For a night.
Maybe two.
Chapter Seven
“She why you’re here, Rome?” Coop asked.
Fuck. “I say that?”
“Makin’ it pretty obvious since you’re talkin’ to me while starin’ at her.”
“You ain’t as hot as her, Coop. If your ass and tits looked that fuckin’ good, I might stare at you, too.”
“With the lights off and your eyes closed, it wouldn’t be any different,” Coop joked. “And rumor has it that you ain’t picky, anyway. Any hole will do.”
“Got me fuckin’ confused with Nash since he swings both ways, so any hole will do.”
“Nah. Nash ain’t doin’ anyone but Cross. He ain’t fuckin’ up that marriage.”
Romeo sucked on his teeth. “Not sure why anyone would wanna tie themselves down to one person for the rest of their fuckin’ life. Everyone knows variety is the spice of life.”
“You and I might agree with that, brother, but not everyone else does. You do know who she is, right?”
“Of fuckin’ course I know who she is.”
“She know you? Or you just bein’ a creepy motherfucker?”
Since she saw him naked one night in an RV, he’d say she knew him. “Knows who I am.”
“That means you know who her stepdaddy is, right?”
“Coop,” Romeo growled, “mind your own fuckin’ biz. Also, don’t need a goddamn quiz.”
“Just tryin’ to make sure you don’t fuck up and end up dead.”
“Ain’t gonna end up dead. Now, can you fuckin’ stop jawin’ in my ear? Will let you know when I need another fuckin’ beer.”
What the fuck was with him rhyming? Coop must’ve caught it too because he chuckled before rapping his knuckles on the bar and sauntering away.
About fucking time. Now he could focus, without distractions, on the reason he was at The Iron Horse. He certainly wasn’t there for the beer since he could drink himself under the table for free in his own bar.
His jaw tightened when he saw how LZ and Maddie interacted with each other. Like they knew each other pretty damn well. Laughing, grinning, smiling. They stood close a few times and talked quietly. Zeke would lean in even closer to give her pointers on her next shot… By putting a hand on her back, hip or arm, or whispering shit in her ear…
Romeo pulled a breath in through his flared nostrils.
Zeke was definitely working her by flirting, joking, touching…
Was she falling for his play?
Either way, Maddie must not have a problem with smoking since LZ had a lit cigarette dangling from between his lips. Seeing that surprised Romeo since he assumed Zeke’s generation all vaped instead of smoked.
Guess not.
But then, he wasn’t up with the newest shit. If he was going to smoke—weed or otherwise—he would do it like a real man, not some punk sucking on some bullshit battery-operated pen. Or whatever the fuck it was. He didn’t give a shit because he was never using one. He’d be laughed right out of the president’s spot.
If he saw one of their prospects or younger members using one, he would rip it right out of their fucking mouth and smash it under his boot heel. They should put it in the bylaws outlawing that bullshit.
He sighed. He just distracted his own damn self over something stupid.
Back to the subject at hand…
And that hand was LZ’s touching Maddie when it should be Romeo’s, instead.