Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
My woman’s eyes are trying to shoot laser beams of death my way. I start to apologize but the damn rat is still at it. I have to give it my attention, slapping at it again with my weapon. For the first time, I notice I’m holding a fucking dildo in my hand.
I didn’t meet to Marigold’s dad the last time I was here. That means, I’m meeting the man for the first time on all fours with my ass in the air, my cock splayed out for all to see, trying to kill a rat with a damn rubber dick—after fucking his daughter all night.
That’s one hell of a first impression.
CHAPTER 23
Marigold
I know I’m young. Still, I’m a Lucas. In this family, you see a lot of things. My brother’s ass was plastered all over the papers for months because he and his wife, CC, got caught having sex on a golf field and running from a skunk. Maggie’s husband, Bryant, ran through the wooded hills at my cousin’s cabin, completely naked while chained to a broken headboard—I didn’t see that, thank God, but I heard about it for a long time. Still, I don’t think anything in my life could have prepared me for this moment.
As we come up the stairs, Dad wouldn’t stop until he got in front of me. He was afraid we had an intruder. When he opened the door, I slipped under his arm and I was expecting to see Green standing there like a mad man, trying to kill my boyfriend with a baseball bat. That, sadly, is not what I see at all.
My eyes dilate, shock is so thick it feels like my eyebrows might recede back into my hairline. My heart feels as if it freezes mid-beat and it’s almost painful to try and get air in my lungs. I’m not sure I am breathing. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I close my eyes and then slowly open them again, thinking it can’t be real…
But it is.
Slater is on top of my desk on his hands. His ass is higher in the air because he’s leaning down toward the floor, swatting at River’s pet Guinea pig with a…
I blink. Oh, God. He’s trying to hit it with a sex toy.
“Slater, what on earth are you doing?” I squeak out. I wanted him to leave because I knew it was going to be bad if my parents found him here. This was a scenario I couldn’t have imagined for fathomed.
“There’s a mutant rat trying to attack me. Get out and save yourself, baby.”
“Lord, have mercy,” Mom whispers. “Do you think that thing is real?” Mom sounds as if she’s in awe and I close my eyes.
“It’s real,” I mutter.
“Lovey, stop looking at his damn dick,” Dad snaps.
“Believe it or not, Jan, I really am trying. It’s just so… big. I think I’m hypnotized.”
I wince, slapping my hand over Mom’s eyes—not really wanting her to see Slater’s dick either.
“Slater get down from there, you’re about to break my desk,” I growl.
“I can’t, Ace, that damn thing is trying to kill me. I’m telling you it’s one of those rats they run experiments on. It’s been programmed to attack,” he says, his voice sounding panicked as he swings at it with the dildo again.
“Slater, damn it you’re scaring Turbo.”
“Turbo?” he says, still trying to deliver the poor piggie death by dildo. He looks up, staring at me like I’m the crazy one. “Ace? You name your rats?”
“It’s not a rat. It’s a pet Guinea pig.”
He blinks. His gaze slowly travels from me to Turbo and back again. “Babe, it’s a rat—a killer rat.”
“It is not,” I mutter. “For God’s sake, get up. You’re acting like a scared little girl.” I walk into the room around my dad—who is staring at like Slater like he might fill the man with some buckshot.
Slater doesn’t like that. I can see it in the way his eyes narrow at me. He leans back, which is good and bad. At least his ass isn’t high up in the air now. His cock is easier to look at now. It’s still just as full, long, and beautiful. All of that is good, but the bad is my mother can also see him, too. I lean down to pick up a terrified Turbo just as a large cracking noise echoes in the room. I look up to see my desk crumbling before my very eyes.
“Son of a bitch!” Slater yells, trying to jump off the desk before it hits the ground.
I manage to grab poor Turbo before he can be crushed in the chaos and step back. Slater jumps off to the side. His leg slams down on the floor and I figure that’s got to hurt. This whole scene is mortifying—especially since my father seems to have gone into a sort of frozen shock and my mother has been self-proclaimed hypnotized by my boyfriend’s cock. Still, I can’t stop myself from admiring how his muscles flex as his toned body moves.