Bradford Butcher (Bradford Bastard #3) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bradford Bastard Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
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Bri doesn’t bother looking back at him but flips him off as she makes her way back inside, most likely to where we saw Ari and Chanel spiking the punch.

It takes less than thirty minutes before everyone starts to chill out and the drinks really start to flow. The girls strip down to their bikinis and take over the Jacuzzi, while Ilaria stays on Damien’s lap with his lips permanently attached to her neck. I mean, fuck. I know these military guys wouldn’t be getting any pussy at bootcamp, but shit, I wasn’t expecting this motherfucker to go this hard so soon. There’s no doubt about it, he’s got game, and a shit-ton of it. More than I’ve seen from Riley and Jax combined. Ilaria’s in good hands though. If any of us thought he’d screw her over, we would have cock blocked him until he was sent packing again.

The boys pass a joint between themselves, and the more hits Jax takes, the harder he stares at Ari. Fucking pathetic, really. “Dude,” I say, kicking back and nodding across to the Jacuzzi. “If you want her, take her. She’s right there waiting for you to man up. We all see you’re messed up over her.”

He shakes his head and glances away. “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says. “I don’t want her like that.”

“Sure,” I say, forcing myself not to grin at his misery. “So, which one of these bitches are you fucking then? The red head has been eye-fucking you since I got here. Go tap it.”

Jax glances at the girl and his face scrunches up in distaste. “Nah, not feeling it tonight,” he says, wanting nothing to do with the girl at all. Hell, if he wasn’t so messed up over Ari, he would have fucked the red head right here beside me.

Riley scoffs. “Right, how’s your dick lately? Still rocking a semi everywhere you go?”

Logan laughs. “Nah, he’s jerking off in the shower every morning. I hear him moaning Ari’s name every few hours. I’m surprised his cock hasn’t fallen off with how often he’s pulling it.”

Jax punches his brother hard enough to give him a dead arm. “Fuck off, Logan. You had blue balls over Chanel for ages before you manned up and wifed her,” he says before looking at me. “And don’t get me started on the bullshit we had to endure before Bri decided yours was the only dick she wanted to jump on.”

Logan scoffs while rubbing his arm. “Yeah, but at least I never carved a hole out of the bar of soap in the shower,” he mutters before giving him a sarcastic grin. “If I were you, I’d be hitting up the bodywash or conditioner. Less friction, more slide.”

The boys laugh and that only rubs Jax the wrong way, but hell, he’s gotta get rubbed somehow since it’s not gonna be by Ari. Having already punched his brother, he turns his glare on me. “You’re one to fucking talk,” he says, more than happy to dish out the bullshit, but unable to handle it when it’s coming back at him. “Should we call you daddy from now on? How’s your kid?”

Okay. Good mood, officially ruined.

“He’s not my fucking kid,” I say, letting Jax hear the hitch in my voice, a clear warning that he’s crossed a line. “Rachael’s a liar just like her piece of shit brother. She just wants me to pay for what I did to Colby, but the second that paternity test comes back without a match, she’ll be the one to pay.”

I down the rest of my beer and get up, needing a hit of fresh air and probably a hit of that joint that’s been getting around too. I make my way over to the Jacuzzi and reach down, grabbing Bri under the arms and hauling her ass out. She screeches, not knowing who’s got her, but the second she realizes it’s me, she scrambles for her drink before it’s too late.

I grab a towel and wrap it around her before pulling her into me. “Come and shake your ass for me,” I murmur into her ear, my whispered words having her head tilting to the side and leaving me prisoner to her every need. My lips close over her warm skin and she presses back into me, her sweet ass grinding against my cock.

Her body moves as she dances against me, sipping her cocktail and winding her free hand up behind my neck. My fingers graze her thigh and slip up beneath the towel, but that’s not good enough for her and she pulls the towel right off.

My arm circles her toned waist as she looks up at me over her shoulder. “Have we shown our faces here long enough?” she questions. “Because I have no issue with slipping away so you can fuck me in some dirty back alley while I scream your name.”



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