Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“Doubt he’d put up with sleepless nights if she wasn’t,” Jemma murmured.
“Can think of way better reasons for sleepless nights than dealin’ with a baby. I got a list of them if you wanna help me check some off, Jem.”
“Give it up, asshole,” Cage growled, rubbing Dyna’s back. “Doubt you want Judge fisting your fuckin’ asshole, even as stretched as it is. If you hadn’t noticed, he’s got big fuckin’ hands.”
Reilly snorted. “Let me hold her.”
“Your hands clean?” he asked.
“Yes, I don’t diddle myself all day like you guys do. Never saw a group of guys who had to touch their dicks so much. Like you all have to keep checking that they haven’t fallen off.” Reilly pulled Dyna from his arms and began to do the obligated baby talk to his daughter while patting her diapered butt.
“Cage’s fell off the second he realized he had a kid. Now he’s just a big pussy.”
“I heard Cage was an asshole, Randy,” Jemma said, “but I’m beginning to believe it’s you.”
“It’s in the blood,” Rook said with a crooked smile. He hooked a thumb over his shoulder at their old man heading back in their direction. “Learned from the master.”
“Well, you seemed to have turned out to be a real charmer, Randy. I bet you can’t get any pussy besides the ones that have been shared by all your brothers and who aren’t allowed to say no when you drag them like the Neanderthal you are back to your room.”
Cage dropped his head and snorted.
“Most of the time, don’t even bother draggin’ them anywhere. Do them right on the spot,” Rook corrected her.
If his brother wasn’t careful, he would soon get a knee to the nuts.
“Like I said, a real charmer.”
“I can be charmin’ when I need to be,” Rook assured her, giving her a wink.
Forget Jemma teaching Rook a lesson, Cage was about to pop him in the face. “She don’t want your crooked-assed, deformed dick. Give it up.”
“That crooked dick hits all the right spots.”
Cage turned back to Jemma, trying to relax his fists and change the subject before things got ugly.
Whip was right, if they started fighting, not only would Dutch have a fit, but so would Trip and Judge.
He took another good look at Jemma since her attention was turned toward Reilly and Dyna. He couldn’t blame Rook for wanting a piece of her. But if anyone was going to get it, it was going to be him.
Fuck his brother. Rook wasn’t snagging this one from under his nose. “Where you goin’?”
The slight curl on her lips while watching Reilly and Dyna flattened when she turned back to him.
Damn.
“Probably just to Dino’s. We can walk from here since it’s nice out. I could use the change of scenery.”
“Gonna bring me somethin’ back?” Thinking about their loaded fries made his stomach growl a little.
She thrust out her hand, palm up. “Do you have money?”
He grimaced. She knew he didn’t. Every fucking dime he made went to pay Dutch back to get him off his ass and to buy shit Dyna needed.
Rook pulled out his wallet, dug out a twenty and slapped it into her open palm. “Two burgers and two loaded fries. I’ll buy this broke-ass bitch lunch today. He’ll owe me a quick hand job later.”
Reilly scrunched up her face. “Gross! You might have to move up that mountain with those inbred Shirleys. Dutch said they do family circle jerks.”
Rook laughed. “Yeah, everyone stands in a circle and grabs the dick to their right. Don’t matter if it’s their brother, cousin, uncle or father.”
“Sounds like you’ve taken part in it,” Jemma said. She frowned at Cage. “Who are the Shirleys?”
Fuck. “Judge or Deke didn’t tell you about them?”
She shook her head.
“Will tell you all about them,” he purposely added, “at dinner.”
She ignored the last part. “How do you boys want your burgers?”
“Pink, warm and juicy in the center, just how I like my pussy,” Rook said.
“I’ll make sure to tell them to pound your meat extra hard before they form the patty.”
Rook smirked. “You can pound my m—”
“Brother,” Cage growled. “Medium rare. For both of us. Thanks, Jem.”
“You ready?” Jemma asked Reilly.
“Yep! I need a break from Stud Muffin here.” She handed Dyna back to Jemma, who strapped the baby into the stroller. “Let’s hit it.”
“I’d like to hit—”
Cage shoved Rook toward the garage, cutting off his remark.
“Later,” Cage called over his shoulder as the women headed toward the sidewalk.
He turned before going into the darker interior of the bay and stopped to watch the two women make their way toward the center of town.
Jemma looked natural pushing a stroller with his daughter. He couldn’t pull his eyes away until she was out of sight. Even when Rook elbowed him and said, “You know I’m fuckin’ with you, right? Can see you got a hard-on over her even though she’s not stickin’.”