Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
He grins. “None of your damned business, girly.”
“Fine. We can play it that way. Pick a number.”
He shrugs. “Seven.”
I grin. “I bet I can do seven shots and still be standing.”
My god, this is a really bad idea.
“I bet a hundred times over you can’t,” he chuckles.
I snort. “Oh, I can.”
He puts his hand out. “If you can, I’m going to run naked down the main street ...”
Ava bursts out laughing and claps her hand. “Yes!”
“Deal,” I say, shaking his hand.
“And if you don’t do seven shots, you go naked.”
I shake my head. “No way.”
“Fair is fair, take it or leave it,” he challenges, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
“Fine,” I say. “Let’s do this.”
“Right, let’s count this down!” Angel yells, and I see Jagger out of the corner of my eye, watching, his face hard.
I take a shot when Ava hands me one, and shoot it back.
“One!” everyone yells.
I take another.
“Two!”
I take another.
“Three!”
By five I’m feeling it, and oh god, my throat burns. I don’t think I can possibly take another one. Not without vomiting. I’m lightheaded and drunk in a matter of minutes. Which is hilariously fun, but also incredibly dangerous if I’m going to make this night. Still, I don’t want to let Angel win.
“Slow down there, sweetheart.” Luca chuckles. “You’ll be on your ass soon.”
“Only ass we’ll be seeing is his.” I jerk a finger in Angel’s direction and shoot down the last two shots.
Everyone cheers and the liquid burns my throat and hits my stomach with a fury and my head spins, but dammit, I did it. I slam my hand on the table, and everyone cheers loudly.
“Strip, Angel!”
“Holy shit,” he laughs. “Fuck!”
I throw myself at him and plant a kiss on his cheek. “Let’s do this.”
Ava laughs. “I’m totally getting the camera.”
We all walk out to the main street, and it’s packed. Angel stares at all the people, and then takes another two shots when Ava hands them to him. Then he begins stripping. Angel has a great body, so women in the street are stopping to watch, and cheers begin breaking out as he takes more and more clothes off. When he’s naked, I squeal and clap my hands. Ava flushes, and Jenny’s eyes widen.
Fuck me, he’s perfect.
His cock is lovely, and I nudge Ava. “Damn girl, he’s hung.”
She giggles. “Oh, yes, and he knows how to use it, too.”
“Run,” I yell.
Angel looks pissed, but he takes his bet like a champ and tears off down the main street. We all cheer and laugh, watching as his tight ass disappears down the road. When he turns, he’s covering his parts, but he’s still running. He makes it back to us and quickly snatches his pants and pulls them on, then with a wink, he hauls Ava into his arms for a kiss that has heads turning. My word.
“Well done,” I say when he lets her go, “but I’ve got to pee now.”
I’m busting.
With a slap to Angel’s shoulder, I turn and rush off inside whichever apartment I can get to first. I reach the bathroom and open the door, stepping in. I pee, head spinning, and I know I’m going to feel this tomorrow. I clean up and wash my face, and then turn and head back out, slamming into a hard, half-naked body as I step out of the bathroom.
I look up to see Jagger, staring down at me with an expression that makes my skin prickle.
“Who is he?”
I stare, and then slowly blink. “The man I’m with? None of your business.”
“You bring a man into my fuckin’ party, it is my business.”
“It’s not your party,” I point out, jabbing a finger into his bare chest. “It’s Angel’s. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more fun ahead of me.”
I take a step away from him but he takes my arm and swings me around, pressing my back into the wall and crushing his body against mine. For a moment, I can’t breathe as I look up at him, his mouth so close to mine I can practically taste the beer on his breath.
“What are you going to do, Jagger?” I whisper. “Fuck me right here? What will your wife think of that?”
He growls and leans in. “I don’t fucking care what she thinks. I want you. I can’t fuckin’ stand it.”
“Well,” I say, pressing a hand to his chest, “you can’t have me. You’re either all in, or you go without.”
“You’re a fuckin’ liar,” he growls, running a hand down my side, making my body tremble. “If I put my fingers into you right now, you’d fuck my hand, that pretty little pussy of yours would fuckin’ consume me.”
My thighs clench together, mostly because he’s right, I would. I want nothing more than to put my leg up around his waist right now as he drives his cock into me, but I have some self-respect, and I’m not going to just hand myself over to him when he isn’t clear on what he wants. If he wants me, he wants all of me or he gets nothing at all.