Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Mason,” I snarl. “And it’s time for you to leave.”
Jeremy peers at me, and then blinks. “Wait, shit, the little kid from next door?”
I roll my eyes. “Do I look like a little kid?”
His eyes narrow, and he sneers. “Hang the fuck on!” he roars. “Is this who you’re fucking? You’re fucking the kid next door?” He laughs. “You seriously getting humped by baby-dick over here?”
“She asked you to leave nicely. I’m not going to be so polite,” I say thinly.
Jeremy laughs. “Sit this one out, junior. The adults need to talk.” He gets to his feet and starts to move for her. But I step in front of him. I’ve got six inches on the guy, and easily twice the muscle mass, but that doesn’t stop him from jabbing a finger into my chest.
“Get the fuck out of my way, boy.”
“I’m counting to three, and then I’m literally throwing you out of this house,” I hiss quietly.
Jeremy starts to laugh. “You got a little crush, kid? That it? You think because desperate housewife over here is bored and all used up and decided to throw you a pity fuck, that she fuckin likes you or something?”
I smirk and shrug. “I don’t know, dipshit. Is it a crush when I just made her come more times today than you did probably ever?”
Jeremy’s face darkens. He snarls and goes to shove me, but I shove him right back. He whirls, but suddenly, he’s spinning back to me with something in his hands. Layla screams, and I grunt just as the lamp from the side table crashes into me and sends me sprawling. I blink black spots, my ears ringing and something hot dripping down the side of my head. I look up through my daze to see Jeremy lunging at her, and one hand gets to her neck before I’m up and roaring like a goddamn lion.
Jeremy screeches when I grab him by the neck with both hands and yank him back from her. I slam him to the ground, grab his collar and his belt, and I physically haul him right out the front door. The guys kicks at me, but I throw him down the front porch steps in a heap and roar as I thunder after him.
He lunges to his feet and throws a haymaker swing at me, but I dodge, throw my own punch, and catch him right in the fucking mouth, sending him sprawling. Jeremy looks stunned as I loom over him, my teeth bared.
“This is done!” I roar. “It’s over, shithead. She asked you to go, and I’m telling you to.”
Jeremy spits blood and leers up at me. “What are you, her fuckin’ boyfriend?”
“It doesn’t matter what I am,” I growl. “But it does matter what you aren’t, and that’s anything to do with her.”
“Fuck—”
“Somehow,” I roar, shoving him back down. “You had a shot with this woman, which you fucked up. Royally.”
I laugh bitterly, shaking my head.
“Jesus fucking Christ, man, I can’t even wrap my head around how bad you fucked up. She deserves better than you.”
“Oh, like you?” Jeremy spits.
“Yes.”
Layla comes up behind me, and when her hand finds mine and her fingers twist with mine, I grin.
“Yes, like him, Jeremy,” she hisses.
Jeremy tries to get to his feet again with a swear, but I knock his ass back down. He groans and shuffles back to get to his feet, wavering slightly as he jabs a finger at me and sneers.
“This ain’t over, kid.”
“It definitely is,” I growl. “Now fuck off and disappear.”
He starts to turn, when Layla steps forward.
“Oh, and Jeremy?”
He turns back, and I blink in shock when Layla yanks my towel off. It’s not like I’m erect or anything, but, I’m a grower and a shower, I guess you could say, and my cock is hanging heavy and thick looking between my legs. Jeremy stares at my dick, which, granted, is a weird experience. But the look of shock and awkwardness on his face is completely worth it and being buck-naked in Layla’s front yard.
“Is this the baby-dick you were worried about?”
Jeremy swallows, and his face goes white. He looks like he desperately wants to stop looking at my dick, but he can’t.
“And just so we’re clear,” she smiles sweetly. “It is ‘humping’ me, and, baby? Believe me, I have never once been ‘humped’ like he does it.”
Jeremy finally pulls his eyes away and glares at her. But the fight is gone in him, and he looks deflated.
“This shit isn’t over,” he mumbles.
I shrug and smile. “Yeah, Jeremy, it really is.”
He swallows, glares at me once more, and then turns and slinks back down the driveway. When he’s gone, we both just start to laugh before Layla gasps and brings a hand to her mouth.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!”
I chuckle and reach for my towel. “Don’t be.”