Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
He nods. “My pleasure.”
Then we leave.
The second we get to the car, Esther looks at me. “Your father will be proud.”
She’s wrong.
Dad is never proud.
Never.
-6-
NOW – KODA
I wake up with a raging boner.
She watched me last night fucking Sugar. She stood there, hands in her panties, rubbing her sweet fucking pussy, and watched me fucking another woman. Met a lot of girls in my life; never met one so bold.
She wasn’t ashamed.
Not even close.
And she made sure I knew it.
She let me watch those sweet lips part as she came all over her own hand.
In that moment, I forgot who I was fucking.
All I wanted to do was bend her over and fill her so I could experience just how fucking incredible it would feel to drive my dick into her soft flesh.
I curl my hand around my cock and stroke angrily. Hard and fast, I pull, thinking of Charlie, thinking of how fucking hot that moment was.
In minutes, I come, all over my belly. Grunting, I jerk the last few stands from my dick and stand, walking straight into the shower. I make it long, and I make it hot. When I’m done, I can smell the coffee brewing. She’s awake. She’s awake, and she knows, as well as I do, what happened last night.
Not going to say a word about it.
I don’t have time to fantasize about her, nor can I allow anything sexual to happen, even if we weren’t touching.
Too much is at stake.
Things that are far more important than her.
I pull on a pair of jeans, leaving the shirt off, and stride out into the kitchen where Charlie is standing, pouring two coffees. She’s wearing a long tee and panties and nothing fucking else. My dick twitches, and I inwardly growl.
Be a fuckin’ asshole, Koda.
You can’t lose this opportunity by giving a fuck about the girl standing in front of you.
This is for Braxton.
Everything you’re doing is for Braxton.
Charlie looks up from the coffee she’s mixing, and her cheeks go a little pink. Fuck me. She’s beautiful. Long, red hair messy and falling around her shoulders. Cheeks rosy from sleep. Fucking perfection.
“Morning,” she says, and her voice is chipper, far more chipper than usual.
She thinks last night changed things.
It didn’t.
I nod at her.
“I don’t do coffee,” I mutter.
She stares at me, then at the coffee, and I watch her face change. Her lips tighten, her eyes narrow, and her breathing deepens. I’ve pissed her off. Which is exactly how it needs to stay.
Doesn’t mean I don’t feel like a dick.
“Right,” she mumbles, grabbing the whole cup and tossing it in the sink without emptying it first. Coffee splashes everywhere.
“Fuck me, Charlie,” I growl. “That just went everywhere.”
She reaches into the sink, pulls out a wash cloth, and literally throws it, covered in coffee, in my direction. “Well then,” she says, holding my eyes. “Clean it up.”
Anger bubbles in my chest, starting deep and rising upward. I start panting now, too, and we stand there, in the kitchen, glaring at one another. She isn’t going to back down. Strong, feisty, fucking woman. I storm over to the sink, jerking the tap on and rinsing the cloth, then I wipe the coffee she launched everywhere. She takes her cup and calmly walks out of the kitchen and out onto the front patio.
Fuck me.
Most women don’t handle men that are hard on them.
This woman, she gets harder, and she gives it back just as strong.
I’d almost bet she hasn’t cried in a very long time.
Which means it’s time to stop going soft on her.
If she won’t start talking, I’ll start making her life a fucking misery.
One way or another, this is going to end with me and her.
Like it, or not.
~*~*~*~
THEN – KODA
I have one big fucking advantage.
Braxton and I are identical twins.
I shave my beard off, and there is no telling us apart.
Which means I can play him perfectly. I know him better than anyone else. I can walk like him. Talk like him. And nobody would ever know.
And that’s exactly what I’m doing.
At least, I will, when I lose some weight and make myself look a little shittier. That isn’t hard, for someone that works out daily and eats well, I just have to reverse it, give myself a lack of sleep, and in a week or two, I’ll look nearly as shitty as he does. Baggy shirts will cover most of my muscle tone. I’ll pull it off. If anyone questions me, I’ll say I’ve been working out a little.
As for Braxton, he’s going to rehab.
I didn’t give him a choice.
A very good friend of mine, and cop buddy, went and paid him a visit. I gave him enough information that he was able to give Braxton enough to scare him. Of course, he owes me big, so he was never going to lock Brax away, but that wasn’t what he told him. He gave him a choice, he either goes to rehab for three months and he’ll forget what he has on him, or he goes to prison.