Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“Damn,” Mom whispers. “You didn’t say a word.”
“There wasn’t much to say. It broke Jacob’s heart to let his daughter spent the night in jail. You know how that had to hurt him Nic. You know more than most anyone.”
“Yeah,” she whispers, her voice going way too soft. The last time I heard Mom use that tone was when our puppy Coda died and she had to break it to Thomas.
He loved that dog.
“This party suddenly got too damn quiet,” Keanna mutters. “Time for sausage stuffing time!”
“What?” I ask, only slightly alarmed. After all, I’ve been friends with Keanna for a long time.
“We got maybe five minutes before your man gets here! I figure that’s enough time to see how big of a sausage you can put in your mouth. Everyone line up and those who know their men won’t stop them from joining in, get in the back. That way maybe some of the others can play before their guys go all fucking cave man and ruin our fun,” Keanna orders.
“I’m behind Kayden, because there’s no way Dragon’s going to let me play if he gets here first,” Mom says.
“Ew, Mom, I don’t want to see you stuffing a sausage in your mouth,” I complain.
“Then, don’t look, Honey,” she says, smiling softly, making me roll my eyes.
“Well, I’m playing. Hunter won’t care. Hell, he’ll pull up a chair and watch. Maybe even offer his own sausage in the mix,” Aunt Katie laughs. “He loves public sex.”
“Oh gross,” Gabby mumbles. “I did not need to know that.”
“If you didn’t know it, you haven’t been paying attention to his damn shirts,” Aunt Beth laughs from behind Mom. “He did pick out the tank Katie’s wearing now, you know.”
I probably shouldn’t, but for some reason, I can’t stop myself and I look at Aunt Katie’s hot pink t-shirt.
“My Pink Taco is my man’s favorite meal.
For dessert, I give it to him again, in public.”
My Uncle Torch is a kinky bastard, but then I’ve always known that.
“Okay, Kay-Kay! Open wide!” Keanna laughs, grabbing my attention away from Katie’s shirt—thank God.
When I look at her, she’s holding a giant kielbasa, but it’s…
“It’s so skinny,” Aunt Beth murmurs.
“It really is kind of sad,” Carrie murmurs.
“I think you picked the wrong sausage, Kee-Kee,” Mom murmurs.
“This was the longest one I could find,” Keanna explains.
“Maybe you could go shorter, but find more girth?” Gabby murmurs, making me laugh. I can’t argue, after experiencing the real thing. Thank God Chains is a big man, everywhere. I’m actually feeling pity for a damn sausage.
“What do you know about girth?” Aunt Beth asks Gabby. Gabby rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t answer her mom.
“Dragon’s cock makes that thing look like one of those BBQ wieners I fix in a crock pot.”
“Mom!”
“I’m just saying, Kayden, that your dad is truly—”
“La La La La! I can’t hear you!” I cry out so loud that I drown her out, praying I don’t remember this conversation on my wedding night.
“Come on Kay-Kay, let’s see if you can make Chains a happy man on your wedding night.”
“He hasn’t nutted in two weeks. All she has to do is sneeze to get the man off,” Jazz mumbles, sounding bored, as she comes back into the room. I like Jazz, when you get her alone, she’s kind of cool, but she really does try to be a bitch twenty-four-seven.
I take the poor, pencil thin kielbasa that’s been stabbed by a fork. Poor thing. She should stab it a million times and put it out of its misery. I hold the fork up and sigh. It looks like I’m deep throating a needle thin kielbasa. I hold my head back and start lowering the sausage.
“We should have made them do the banana. I rocked the banana,” Aunt Skye brags.
“Umm… you kept breaking it. I’m surprised poor Bull even lets you play,” Mom laughs.
“He loves my mouth.”
“Will you guys stop before I gag?” Jazz says and for once, I agree with her.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I hear Chains growl. I jerk my head up to look at him, and without thought, I bite the sausage off, leaving half of it on the fork, while trying to swallow the other half without choking to death.
“Mama, you touch that shit and you and me are going to have issues,” Dad growls.
“Mi Cielo, what do you think you’re doing?” Uncle Skull asks, his voice deceptively mild.
I ignore them all. I’m too busy chewing on a way too tough sausage, while staring into the eyes of my man. He’s definitely pissed and I’m wondering just why that turns me on so much….
47
Chains
“Where are we going?” Kayden cries as I drag her through the strip joint.
“To the bathroom, where I can talk to you alone. Unless you want your parents to watch me spank your ass,” I growl.