Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 122206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
“That bloody hurt.” Burning pain flooded my shoulder, hip, and thigh. “Christ, it feels like I’ve been shot.”
I imagined the throbbing pain I felt was something similar to a bullet cutting through flesh.
“Good,” the familiar voice of my eldest brother hissed. “I’m glad it did because it saves me the hassle of kickin’ your pathetic arse from here down to me truck.”
Big brother was pissed.
“What’d I do, JJ?” I asked with a groan as I pushed myself to my feet, catching my falling duvet by cupping my bollocks and holding it against me. It was a feeble attempt at modesty because I was naked as the day I was born. It caused James Collins—aka JJ, my eldest brother—to shake his head in annoyance. He didn’t look a bit surprised to find me in such a state of undress, only irritated if his intense scowl was anything to go by.
“You’re two hours late for work, dickhead.”
JJ wasn’t just my eldest brother; he was my manager at work too.
I was the middle child in a family of five children. I had two older brothers—JJ was thirty-five, and Harley was thirty-three—then there was my younger sister, Aideen, who was thirty-one. Last but not least came the baby of the family, Gavin, who was twenty-six. We were a close-knit group, and apart from Aideen, who was happily married with children, we were all single and partial to overindulging in women when the mood struck.
My brothers and I were mechanics in our family-owned garage, Collins Auto Repair, which had the clever abbreviation of C.A.R. Our father had opened the place in ’86, and all of my brothers worked there. I started my apprenticeship under my father at the garage when I was sixteen and became a fully qualified mechanic when I was twenty. Between my time as an apprentice and working as a qualified mechanic, I was running on sixteen years at the place.
I blinked dumbly at my brother. “I am?”
“D’ye think I’d be here if ye weren’t?” The corners of JJ’s mouth turned downwards as he frowned. “I came by to make sure ye weren’t dead in your bed. I told meself if you were okay, I was gonna deck ye.”
I promptly took a step backwards.
“Please, don’t,” I implored. “I’m fragile this mornin’.”
JJ rolled his eyes skyward but didn’t make good on his promise to punch me, much to my relief. I glanced at the clock on the wall behind my brother, and when I saw the time was ten past eleven, I winced. I looked back at JJ and hoped I looked as sincere as I felt when I said, “Mate, I’m sorry. I slept through me alarm.”
That baffled me because my alarm was on the highest volume setting on my phone and was sure to wake the dead when it went off. With that in mind, I looked around for the smart device and grabbed it from my nightstand when I spotted it. I frowned when I saw it was switched off. My nightly—and morning—adventures came rushing back to me in that instant as I thought about the blonde woman I had pulled down at the local pub last night.
“The blonde,” I thought out loud. “The woman I brought home last night. She must’ve silenced it this mornin’, then switched it off before I woke up and noticed.”
My brother folded his arms across his chest. “I hope ridin’ her was worth it.”
I thought about my wake-up call with the voluptuous temptress and how after I tongued her clit and made her come, she sucked my cock like a black hole, then rode me like a cowgirl until I came so hard I saw stars.
“So worth it, man.” I pumped my brows. “She woke me up with her fanny directly on me mouth and—”
“Date.” JJ held up one hand. “I really don’t need to know a play-by-play of how ye fucked another poor soul this mornin’. Please, spare me how ye tongued yet another pub crawler.”
I smirked at the nickname he had imprinted on me.
When I was sixteen, he jokingly called me Date instead of Dante in front of my school friends because I was with a different girl just about every night of the week, and it rapidly caught on and stuck. I thought it was a fitting nickname. It meant I was the man with the ladies, and who wouldn’t want to be the man? At thirty-two, I was still a free agent and fucking beautiful women whenever it saw me fit. I had a wild life, and I loved every second of it.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated to my brother. “I’ll shower, get dressed, and be good to go in ten minutes.”
“Sound. You’re pullin’ overtime without pay for this.”
That was fair.
With that said, JJ left my bedroom and ventured down the hallway. I dropped my duvet from my body, switched on my phone, and put it on charge before heading into my bathroom.