Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“He’s asking for a meeting.” My eyebrows jerk up, and I look at Briar. “I think he wants to prospect.”
“A meeting?” he nods. “Got some balls on him, doesn’t he?”
“He’d be better suited in a leadership role.”
He’s already in a leadership role of sorts, but I know what Briar’s getting at. He should be running managers, rather than managing runners.
“What else?”
Before Briar can answer, TJ grunts his orgasm beside me, and the girl pops off his cock with a slurp and a smile.
“Your turn?” She beams, her bloodshot eyes looking over at me.
“Not him,” TJ tells her, directing her head to look on the other side of the room before he even tucks his cock away. “Him.”
“He’s already got two women fighting over him,” she complains, her head trying to turn back in my direction once again. “Lynch doesn’t have anyone sucking his cock.”
Briar chuckles beside me.
“Tell him you’re a present from the president,” TJ says as he urges her to her feet, slapping her ass to get her to move quicker.
We all watch as the girl sashays across the room to Ronan. She speaks with him for a split second before dropping to her knees. Looking over at us, he lifts his beer in appreciation and then turns his attention to the top of her bobbing head. The girls by his side don’t even move. They just stand there and watch, waiting for their turn.
“She won’t last a month,” TJ says on a chuckle.
“Because she’s too aggressive?” Briar asks.
“Because she uses too much teeth,” he corrects.
We all wince when we see Briar’s brow scrunch up in pain. I’ve discovered TJ doesn’t mind a little pain with his sex. It’s only fair considering what he likes to do to willing women.
“The other thing?” I redirect Briar.
“Someone came forward. Confessed to starting the fire in Andover.”
“Really?” Shit like that never happens. I’m immediately suspicious.
“He was brought into questioning after our little visit.” TJ laughs at Briar as he relays the information.
“So Candi is off the hook?” I interrupt. I don’t give a shit about minutia.
“Yep,” Briar says, looking past me at my brother.
“She can leave now,” TJ adds.
If only the fire was the only thing keeping her here.
“Let’s head to Detroit in the morning,” I say, changing the subject.
“We just got back,” Briar complains. “My back is fucking killing me.”
“You sound like an old man,” TJ taunts.
“Get Xena to fix you up,” He stares at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. “It’s a back massage, not a fucking hand job.”
“You must not be getting the royal treatment then,” TJ says just before standing up and walking across the room to claim Legs from the group of girls.
“You know I don’t spend time alone with them,” he spits, sitting back deeper into the couch cushion with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“And now you’re acting like a fucking baby,” I tease. “No one said you have to go alone. Take Molly with you. She can read a magazine while Xena works you over.”
I drop the subject entirely when he chokes on his beer at the suggestion.
Chapter 34
Candi
“Don’t take her,” I beg when TJ walks up and whispers in Legs’ ear.
I reach for her, but only catch air as my best friend’s jerk of a brother escorts her from the room.
“We were having fun,” I whine at Molly. “I hate the boys around here.”
I don’t really, though. I couldn’t hate anything right now if I wanted to. I’m drunk and horny. My bad mood melts away with my inhibitions the more I drink. Lynch is across the room, keeping an eye on me, so I feel safe enough to cut loose.
I’ve caught peeks of him all night, so sneakily and covert he hasn’t caught me once, which has been a challenge considering his eyes have been laser-focused on me since he stepped inside of the room.
“I hate all the boys, too,” Molly pouts.
She hasn’t even bothered to look in Briar’s direction. I don’t know where her strength and determination come from. She has the will of a saint, much like Briar does with his vow of celibacy.
“Why are you staring at me with your brow scrunched up like that?” She taps her finger against my forehead. “You’re gonna get wrinkles.”
“Your brother’s face is always scrunched up.” I tap her forehead in return. “And he doesn’t have wrinkles.”
“Boys are dumb,” Molly says as she reaches for another shot. “I should just be a lesbian.”
“Here, here,” Xena says with a wide smile before tapping a shot glass against Molly’s.
Molly sticks her tongue out at her before tossing her shot back. “You wish.”
“Not surprisingly,” Xena begins before lifting her own shot to her mouth. “The ‘don’t touch the princess’ order extends to us women as well.”
“No shit?” I question Xena. “So the girl isn’t ever allowed to come?”