Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Stop fucking scowling at her,” Trev told him. “Come sit, Lollipop.”
Blaise raised an eyebrow. “Lollipop? Do I even want to know?”
Trev smirked. “Probably not.”
Blaise shook his head, as if disgusted. These two could not be any more different. Granted, Blaise was ridiculously good-looking, but then so was Garrett. Hughes men were nice to look at.
“I’ll be at the stables most of the day. You coming down soon?” Blaise asked him, then looked at the swim trunks he was wearing with his T-shirt. “Or are you swimming?”
Trev grinned. “Swimming.”
Blaise muttered and turned to stalk out of the kitchen. When he was gone, I felt like I could relax a little. That man was frightening. I walked over to sit on the stool beside Trev.
He pushed a plate of pancakes with fresh berries over to me, then held up a can of whipped cream. “Want some?”
“Yes, please.”
He covered the berries with the whipped cream, then squirted some in his mouth before setting it down.
“Yes, he’s an asshole one hundred percent of the time,” Trev said to me.
“Um, no comment,” I replied.
Trev chuckled. “Wait until you meet Maddy. You’re gonna wonder how the fuck that match happened.”
Probably because his brother was hot, but I didn’t say that.
Trev shoved a bite into his mouth, and I stopped watching him to focus on my food. I was starving. However, my head was going back to the motorcycle and Tyde. If he had tried to get in here to get to me and they stopped him, he’d be pissed. He would come back, prepared with a plan. They might have some underground and security, but they didn’t know that world. Heck, I didn’t know that world. I knew there were drugs involved, and I thought porn too. I hadn’t known about any of it until I got serious with Tyde.
He had said it wasn’t a gang, but it felt like it was. What little I saw or heard. Tyde had kept me separate.
The battle on if I should leave or not was waging a war in my head. I didn’t want to worry Mom, and I wasn’t ready to give up Trev yet. Especially after having sex with him. I wanted more of that.
Tyde hadn’t been that good in bed. He was controlling, and I liked that. His dick size, however, didn’t compare to Trev’s. In the beginning, when I started asking for more things during sex, Tyde liked it. But then he started getting angry.
The slapping my face when I said anything during sex was the start of it.
The slapping my face whenever I said anything anytime that he didn’t like was next. Then, when men looked at me, I’d pay for that in private. The face slapping soon turned into arm twisting. Slamming my head against the wall. Shoving me into things, then kicking me when I was down.
The kicking was the last straw. I’d left him then.
“You’re real quiet, Lollipop,” Trev said, sliding his hand over my thigh.
“Sorry, I was hungry,” I replied, trying to smile.
He brushed some hair off my shoulder, then kissed it. “You sure that’s it?”
I nodded.
“You finished?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He turned my stool so I was facing him and slipped his fingers into my hair, then pulled me to him. Our mouths touched softly at first as he licked at my bottom lip. I ran my hands up his chest, then locked them around his neck. He tasted like berries and cream.
“Mmm,” he said, pulling back, then pressing one more kiss on my lips. “You taste good.”
“We both do. The berries and whipped topping might have something to do with that.”
He looked amused. “No, you always taste fucking sweet. Like a lollipop.”
I ran my fingers up his neck and into his hair. His eyes closed.
“Can we fuck again?” I asked him.
He laughed, opening his eyes. “You want more?”
I nodded. “It’s your fault for being sexy.”
The pleased gleam in his eyes made me feel warm in my chest. I wasn’t sure that was a good thing. The warm feeling. It seemed like dangerous territory.
“Let’s go to the pool. I want to fuck you in there,” he said, standing up. “But I want you naked.” He took my hands and pulled me up, then ran his palms down my arms.
“Or we could fuck right here on the bar,” I suggested, feeling impatient.
“You want it that bad?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied honestly.
He held my face in his hands again, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “I think my Lollipop might be a nympho.”
I laughed, and the tender look in his eyes when he smiled at me made that warm feeling come back. I had to make that stop. This was just sex. Really good sex. Friends with benefits sex.
“I think we’re gonna have to move from friends with benefits to steps with benefits,” he said softly.