Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
My hands settled on his gyrating hips, and I thought maybe I’d died and gone to heaven. The man was fucking hot. He’d rubbed some sort of baby oil on his chest or something, because it was slick and shiny. His dog tags dropped into my line of vision, and I gasped at the massive rock that hung directly beside one of his tags.
Snatching the chain and yanking him down towards me, I pulled the chain over his head and practically broke it in my quest to get the ring off. He laughed at my enthusiasm, and yanked the tags and ring away from me before I could extract the ring.
Yet, in the next moment, he slid the cool hard band with the oval cut diamond on my ring finger, replaced the tags on his neck, and turned around.
That made me gasp again when I saw the newest tattoo that was on his back. The only one in color, it drew the eye like a moth to a flame. Taking up his upper right shoulder was a beautiful mermaid. Bold colors and strong lines, and underneath the tattoo itself said Always.
I hadn’t realized I was crying until the song ended and I was enfolded into strong arms, and James rough voice spoke softly to me.
“I take these as good tears?” He rasped close to my ear.
“The best kind of tears. I love you,” I whispered into his chest.
His body locked at the sound of my words, and he hugged me tighter. “I love you, too.”
“Couldn’t y’all have found a better place to express your dirty love for each other, other than a strip club?” Cheyenne groaned, still covering her eyes.
“I’m not naked, Cheyenne.” James laughed.
Cheyenne peaked between two fingers, and then covered them back again. “Underwear is naked, James.”
I pulled myself away from him and looked down. Sure enough, he was in his underwear. How had I missed that? Did those say... “Does your underwear say ‘It won’t suck itself’?” I asked with a small laugh.
He grinned and winked.
“Put your pants on, stripper boy.” Cheyenne said as she tossed a piece of ice at him, and then turned her back to him.
He smiled, and then started looking around for the pants that he’d kicked off stage during his performance. He found them in the clutches of a drunk woman who was wearing ‘bride’ across a sash that bisected her chest.
Seeing his reluctance to go over there, I went for him, smiling at the young woman that looked like she should’ve stopped on the Texas Margaritas about two buckets ago. “Hi, congratulations on the pending marriage. Can I have my fiancé’s pants?”
I had to chuckle at myself with that one.
“No, he warned she was have two.” She slurred.
What the fuck was that supposed to mean? I mean I was a tad on the blitzed side myself, but I still formed coherent sentences. Her friends sitting next to her started cackling, and I immediately pictured a group of hyenas laughing. The sound grated on my ears, but I stayed calm.
“Please?” I smiled sweetly.
“Nuh uh.” The bride said as she hugged them to her chest, knocking over her half-full margarita in the process.
“Look what you do!” She shrieked, staunching the flow with James pants.
Mother. Fucker.
“Give me the goddamn pants before I shove that pail up your ass!” I yelled, reaching forward to grab the pants before they soaked up anymore of her margarita.
She struggled for all of five seconds before letting go. I gave a triumphant grin, and turned to head back to James when a sailing dick nailed me. The two foot dildo was made of rubber, and looked like a real, honest to God, penis. It had veins, and was the color of flesh.
Staring at it, and then at the guffawing bridesmaids, I decided to be the bigger person and walk away. I did make sure to pick up the big dick off the floor, though. Those bitches weren’t getting that back. It was a war prize.
James watched me approach him with a large smile on his face, shaking his head when his eyes found the huge dick in my hand. The circumference of it was massive, at least a foot around. I could only get my hand around a third of it.
Once I reached him, I handed him his soaked pants. “Sorry, they’re a little wet. Not the good kind of wet, either.”
He laughed. “It’s alright. I can handle a margarita. Just glad it’s not something worse.”
“Alright everyone, hold hands so we don’t lose anyone.” Ember instructed as if we were all children.
“You aren’t drunks enough, Embers. Why’s is that?” Blaine slurred slightly, holding onto a tipsy Cheyenne for support.
“Someone had to drive you drunkards home, didn’t they?” She answered quickly.
Too quickly in my opinion. She had a secret. Looking over at James smiling face, and the sweet way he looked at Ember, I had my suspicion confirmed.
“You’re pregnant, aren’t you? You weren’t drinking when we were decorating the Christmas tree either.” I shouted before my brain could stop me.
“They were virgins. You weren’t supposed to notice.” She mock scowled at me.
Choruses of congratulations were hurled at her, and she was enfolded into James’ arms, hugging her tight against his chest before releasing her.
We made it to the parking lot, making sure a drunk Payton, and sloshed Blaine got into Gabe’s truck okay before walking to our own vehicle.
It happened before I could even comprehend what happened. One second we were on our way to James’ truck, and the next, I was down on the ground with a man on top of me. Not the right man, either. This man was one I remembered well, but not in a good way.
“Hello there, sweetie pie.” Zander’s hot breath said into my neck.
His body pressed mine against the concrete with excessive force. I could hear flesh hitting flesh, and grunts of exertion, and groans of pain coming from my side, but Zander’s hands held my face steady so I couldn’t look away.
I knew I should fight, but with his body pinning mine down, there wasn’t much place for me to go. He’d left my hands free, though. And around the time I noticed that, he lifted up from me, grinning that sick smile at me that told me he was about to say something mean.