Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Lizzy, in only a tiny, neon pink bikini, showing off almost every inch of her rocking bod, was now sitting up in a lounge chair where, apparently, she’d been catching rays to turn her skin a rich golden tan.
“Shit,” Reilly whispered.
The blonde stood and walked over to the deck railing, showing off even more of that rocking hot bod. Double shit. Her smile was large and genuine as she took in Rev and gave him a small wave.
The sweet butt’s normally joyous greeting of “Hey!” ended up being drawn out to a, “He…….eeeeeeeey,” once she realized why Rev was there.
To drop Reilly off at her car.
The older blonde’s face twisted into a worried expression as she shot a quick glance toward the double sliding glass doors that led from the second-floor manager’s apartment to that very deck.
“Shit, can she see me?” Reilly asked under her breath.
“Yeah, babe, you ain’t invisible. Neither was your damn cage sittin’ here for the last fuckin’ week.”
“Well, it wouldn’t have been sitting here if I hadn’t had to hitch a ride with Ozzy because you were too damn stubborn to let me go along,” she almost shouted but managed to keep it to an annoyed hiss.
“Always gotta get what you want.”
“Oh, you’re blaming me for this?
Lizzy’s gaze ping-ponged back and forth between Rev and Reilly. Unfortunately, that meant she could not only see them both, she could hear them, too, especially since Rev had both windows rolled down.
The sweet butt’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows rose but she quickly schooled her surprise and concern as Reilly sighed and climbed out of the Bronco.
Lizzy was the coolest of the sweet butts and Ozzy tended not to give a shit about much, so hopefully they could keep their traps shut. And if Ozzy hadn’t run his mouth already about dropping off Reilly at the farm before the crack of dawn five days ago, then he most likely could keep this secret, too.
Or so she hoped.
Two seconds later, the Original himself sauntered out of one of the open sliders, only wearing raggedy cotton shorts and scratching his crotch. He had a hand-rolled—whether it was tobacco or pot, Reilly couldn’t tell—tucked between the fingers of the scratching hand and he palmed a full beer bottle with the other.
His eyes were glued to Lizzy in that teeny weenie bikini with her breasts practically falling out as she leaned into the railing. He went from scratching to adjusting what might now be an erection from what Reilly could tell. “Bend over that railin’ and—” His grey eyes flashed their way and he froze for a second when he noticed the Bronco and its occupants. He grinned and raised his beer to them in greeting. “You guys wanna watch?”
Lizzy laughed, turned and whacked his arm, her mouth moving but her voice low enough that neither Reilly nor Rev could hear whatever she said to Ozzy.
Ozzy shrugged and went to the railing to stand next to Lizzy, looking down onto the parking lot. “‘Bout time you two are back. Didn’t think you were gonna be gone so long, woman.”
Shit.
“Also didn’t realize he was the reason I dropped you off at the farm Tuesday mornin’.” Oz put his hand-rolled to his lips and took a long drag. As he continued to speak the smoke escaped his mouth in cloud-like puffs. “Didn’t realize you were takin’ off the forbidden fuck list, either. ‘Cause if I woulda known that…” Ozzy shrugged and his grin widened.
Reilly heard a guttural noise come—maybe even a growl—from deep within Rev’s throat.
Shit.
“She’s young and doesn’t want you, old man,” Lizzy sassed him with a hip bump.
“Why? Could teach her a thing or two.” Ozzy grabbed his crotch and shook it.
Lizzy bugged out her eyes at Reilly, who had climbed out of the truck and now stood at the rear of it. The sweet butt hooked a thumb toward the older biker and shook her head. “I’m sure she’s learned a thing or two just hanging around the barn. We all have.”
“Lizzy’s really good at eatin’ pussy, Lee, if you wanna come up and join us.”
Ozzy had called her Lee from the start. She was surprised only a few of the other guys picked up on it and began to use it, too. Rev was not one of them.
“Lee don’t wanna come up and join you,” Rev growled, quickly unfolding himself from the Bronco.
Reilly could see the tension across his shoulders and in his face. She moved next to him and whispered, “He’s just fucking with you. You’re giving him the answers to his unasked questions just by your reaction.”
“Shit,” he muttered.
Reilly sighed and yelled up to Ozzy, “I’m going to pass on that offer, Oz, but I appreciate it. And I’m still on the forbidden fuck list. However, since Lizzy doesn’t have to abide by that list, maybe me and her can go at it together sometime. I’m not opposed to trying something new.”