Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I sit here watching him walking back, out of breath and stunned. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I start the truck and race out of the parking lot. I need to get away. I need to forget this ever happened, but most of all, I need to forget how this guy makes me feel. He scares me and excites me. My body comes alive when he pulls me close. When his hand smacks against my ass, my heart beats harder, and I become wet. In fact, I need to change my panties now.
10
LINCOLN
Walking back to the clubhouse, I have to force myself not to look back at the girl. I hear tires squeal against the pavement before seeing her truck peel out of the driveway from the corner of my eye. Does that mean she felt it too? Or is she just trying to get away from me as fast as she can? Damn, I can still smell and taste her, vanilla and nutmeg, my dick is throbbing so hard it hurts. I want to spank the shit out of her, but I want to fuck her just as bad. “What the hell is this girl's deal? Why is she slinging weed? Why do I care?” Fuck!
Walking back in the clubhouse, Cindy is waiting for me at the door. “So, you ready?” she asks, licking her lips while arching her back so her breast push into my chest.
“Not now, Cindy,” I answer irritated, pushing past her heading to the bar. Her mouth drops open and then pouting her lips, she asks, “Why?”
“Because I said so,” I growl at her. She rolls her eyes and then turns and storms off farther into the bar. Stupid bitch. Getting to the bar, I slam my hand down on the counter to get Nick the bartender's attention.
“What ya need?” Nick replies, walking up to me throwing a bar towel over his shoulder. He’s tall and bony, his cut and clothing hanging off him because he has no muscle.
“Two beers.” I hold up two fingers. He reaches into the ice bin under the counter and places two beers on the bar in front of me. I throw a twenty at him. “Keep the change,” I say, grabbing the beers and leaving to find Billy.
I wave to Billy in the back corner. Girls are hanging all over him, begging him to play their song next. One of them is trying to improve her chances by giving him a titty shot. What the fuck is up with him and C? Surely, he is not with her because there is no way any man would be in here with her out there. If he is with her, I'm going to kick his ass for letting her sell weed, and for letting her have a gun she knows nothing about, but most of all because I want her.
“What's up?” Billy says, coming over. I can tell he's nervous.
He knows it has something to do with C.
“Get someone to replace you,” I say, pointing to the DJ station. “Meet me in my office.” Billy nods an okay hesitantly.
Sitting behind the desk in my office, I remember her being sprawled out on it underneath me. Her body trembled under my control and that made me hard as shit. When I lifted her shirt to get the gun, I saw the strap of her panties running along her small curvy hips. They were like a seafoam green and not flashy or sexy like I see the girls here wear, but cute with a little bow in the middle. Innocent looking but so fucking hot at the same time. Her scent is sweet, not an overbearing flower or spicy scent I’m used to smelling on women. She makes me want to cuddle and take care of her when I look at her, but when I was spanking her ass, all I could imagine was ripping her clothes off and ramming into her. Her fucking ass is perfect; firm round globes that stick out like a shelf. How the hell did she get such a perfect ass on such a tiny body? I’ve got to find out more about her. She seems out of place, too innocent to be selling weed, but that damn mouth.
A knock at the door breaks my thoughts. Sitting up in my chair, I holler, “Come in.” Billy enters the room. “Shut the door and have a seat.”
I point to one of the chairs in front of the desk. He shuts the door behind him and then looking around the room, he walks over and sits in the chair. Reaching across the desk, I hand him one of the beers. “Thanks,” he says with a nod, taking it from my hand.
Sitting back in my chair, I rest my elbows against the arms with my fingers steepled together in front of me.