Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
“He’s a friend of yours.” I stumble over the word ‘friend,’ which instantly announces who I’m talking about.
“Warren?” She doesn’t wait for me to bob my head again. “He’s getting married?”
Since her question doesn’t sound like a question, I give her time to ponder for a moment before dipping my chin.
“Damn.” I’m anticipating anger, or at the very least jealousy, so I’m shocked when I get concern. “I hope she knows who she’s marrying. That guy has several screws loose.”
“I doubt she has any idea. He only got released two months back—”
“And now you’re performing at his wife-to-be’s bachelorette party,” she interrupts. “That doesn’t sit right with me, Caleb. You have to decline.”
“I can’t,” I push out with a shake of my head. “I already spent the down payment.”
She looks like she wants to castrate me, and I imagine her expression doubling if I were to announce the reason for my eagerness.
They were about to cancel her meal kit order since I couldn’t afford the last two deliveries. Kelsey’s deposit made up for the shortfall.
I scoff at Jess before heading for my ‘stripper’ bag when she murmurs, “Then I’ll lend you the money.”
“I’m not taking your money, Jess.”
I should have known she knew the real reason for the restrapping of my Velcro straps. “Then cancel the meal food kits. I haven’t needed them in years.” When I slant my head and arch a brow, wordlessly calling out her deceit, she folds her arms under her impressive chest. “Fine. I do need them… but only because I can’t afford to feed someone who eats more than three men. Cut back on the calories, Caleb. Your ass is almost bursting out of your shimmery underwear.”
Her riled expression softens when I murmur, “So you were checking out my ass while I was getting dressed?”
“I wasn’t… I didn’t…” She groans through clenched teeth before muttering, “You’re an asshole, Caleb.”
I forget every bad thing that’s ever happened to me when her smile lights up the room partway through my reply, “Never denied it, Jessie.”
Once I have my bag hanging off my shoulder and my keys in my hand, I twist on my feet to face Jess. “Do you just want plain burgers this time around since the lettuce went funky last time, or are you going to risk hell twice?” I’ve never forgotten our deal. Any gig I did saw Jess’s freezer loaded with burgers. One performance had massive tips, so I splurged and went for burgers with all the trimmings.
They were discarded without consumption the following week.
My eyes lift from Jess’s twisted lips to her eyes when she mutters, “Depends. Are we eating in or bringing them home?” I shouldn’t like the way she says ‘home,’ but I do.
“Well, obviously, I’ll bring them back here since you’ll be here waiting for me.” My last four words are slow and without confidence, compliments to Jess’s face hardening the more I speak.
I learn the cause of her frustration when she says matter-of-factly, “I’m coming with you.”
“Ah… that’s not a good idea—”
“I wasn’t asking, Caleb.”
With her attitude as high as her shoulders, she marches out the door and gallops down the stairwell.
Her sassiness takes the back seat when our ride pulls onto the curb twenty minutes later. It is packed with women wearing skimpy dresses and enough makeup they’ll need to hire a drill hammer to remove it.
I try and dampen Jess’s annoyance. “Uber share is all the rage.”
“Three years ago,” Jess mumbles under her breath before gesturing for me to enter before her. If she hadn’t been drinking at her work function, I’m confident she would have dragged me to her car by my ear, but since she cabbed it back to our apartment and doesn’t have the funds for another expensive across-town trip, she’s going to suck it up and use my lap as a seat.
After the first pothole, I realize that inspiration today will be in abundance. Jess is gripping the doorhandle for dear life, so only a portion of her scrumptious back is balancing on my thigh, but my cock is acting as if it’s sunk deep inside her.
The next ten minutes are tortuously satisfying, seeming more like foreplay than lawbreaking. Every bump and swerve the driver takes to avoid possible collisions has my cock inching closer to Jess’s heated pussy. If that isn’t tantalizing enough, for the first time in a long time, I can’t feel his hot breaths on my neck or smell the garlic-laced air that seeped from his mouth when he moaned through his sins.
I am only seeing Jess.
“Yeah, no, you need to wait,” I mutter with a groan when Jess tosses open the door upon arrival at our destination and attempts to peel out with our ride-sharers.
Her eyes shoot to mine. Confusion is marred all over her beautiful face. “Your secret is safe. No one saw your stripper pants.” Her voice is a hushed whisper when she adds, “They were too busy ogling your assets to wonder if your stripper bag packs as much heat.”