Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Hey! Isn’t that Gina and Amanda, the ones that practically ran us over in the parking lot at the grocery store?” Winter asked.
“Yep.” Ember said, popping the ‘p’ with a smack.
I’d heard about the incident about two minutes after it had happened. Luke had called the shop to tell Sam of the latest developments regarding his wife and I’d been lucky enough to answer the phone.
“Laura’s with them, too. Jesus, what the hell are they wearing?” Payton asked with a slight slur to her voice.
They weren’t wearing much that was for sure. All three women had on tube tops and short skirts that were barely long enough to cover the essentials. All three of them had their hair teased to electrocution levels, and so much makeup on that they looked like clowns ready for a night on the town.
“Can I get y’all any refills?” The young server asked the group.
He looked all of fifteen, and I knew as soon as I saw him that he was about to get it. He was dressed in pants that probably cut the circulation off to his dick, a pearl snap shirt, and a cowboy hat that looked way too big for his head. The women had evil gleams in their eyes as they studied the young boy. Of course, he didn’t know that by that one innocent question, he left an opening for the ladies to embarrass the shit out of him.
I snuck my arm around Winter’s mouth to stop her from saying anything, but the others hadn’t done the same.
“How about a cock sucking cowboy?”
“Sex on my face, please.”
“Mountain Dew Me.”
The last was said by Elliott, and all was lost after that. Winter’s face was buried in my chest and I had my face buried in her hair, smelling the fruity shampoo she used with every inhale. Cheyenne had collapsed and had her top half buried in Sam’s lap, who, of course, couldn’t resist putting his hand on top of her head and running his fingers through her hair.
The waiter made a quick disappearance after that, probably to go pass out in the bathroom from embarrassment.
“That’s just disgusting. Can’t you take that home?” A condescending voice said.
I’d seen her coming, but I’d hoped that she wouldn’t be stupid enough to come over here. It always went bad when we ran into them. The girls didn’t know how to hold their mouths and the men never made any move to stop them. Siding with the titty triplets wouldn’t bode well with their sex life.
“Don’t you have better things to do? Like the rest of the men in the bar that don’t belong to us?” Ember sneered.
“Are you calling us sluts?” Amanda said as she shoved her way in close.
James’ arm came up and stopped her from getting any closer to Winter and I was grateful. I knew Winter could hold her own, but that didn’t mean I wanted that bitch to get close to her.
“I’m not saying you’re a slut. I’m just surprised Facebook hasn’t made your vagina a place to ‘check in’ yet.” Ember emphasized.
Boisterous laughter proceeded her comment. The tables surrounding ours were now fully entrenched in the unfolding confrontation, just waiting to see what happened.
“At least we don’t have sex in public. I know that was you, Winter. That screams more slut to me than anything.” Laura added in her two cents.
“We were in a closed stall!” Winter said before throwing her hand over her mouth at her little slip.
I just shook my head. Embarrassment wasn’t even in the cards for me. “Listen, Laura. I love this woman like crazy, if I want to fuck her in a dressing room, I sure as fuck can. That’s my right as her man, and it’s none of your business what we do.”
Winter snickered from beside me, and the young man who took the drink orders earlier made an appearance. Surprisingly, he had each drink order correct, and then set them down in front of the women.
“Anything else I can get you ladies?” He said with a pink tint to his cheeks.
“No, darlin’,” Blaine said sweetly. “You met our needs.”
Then that one country song that even the smallest of toddlers could recite from memory came on, and everyone’s attention was averted to the lyrics. Achy Breaky Heart. Yay.
The women came out of their chairs as if they were stuck with live wires, and squealed in delight. They flowed to the dance floor in delight, and joined the line dance. They were stomping and pounding their feet, laughing their drunken asses off.
“What do you even see in them?” Amanda asked in disgust.
“Listen. We’re not into women who’ve shared their pussies with every man south of the Mason Dixon Line. Those women over there are so far beyond your league that you’ll never have the chance of catching them. We’re not interested. You three will never be good enough for more than a quick fuck, and only by the most desperate of men. Go find some other poor fool who doesn’t mind that your vagina’s been used and abused.” Max said with repulsion apparent in his voice.
Elliott choked on his beer as the three women stared at Max in shock. Fuck, we were all quite shocked that the happiest of the bunch, the one that was least likely to get mad over any of us, just said something so vulgar to a lady. Hell, I’d seen him annoyed, but this was the first time I’d seen him say something vulgar to a lady. Even if they were hoes.
They stormed off like only pissed off women could and we all stared at Max.
“What?” Max finally asked.
“Nothing. It’s just that we didn’t know you had it in you.” James said slowly.
He grunted. “I’m tired of their shit. It’s old,” He said, taking the last slug of his beer. “Now, I have a woman that I’m ready to fuck. We’ve got a babysitter for the night, and I haven’t had anything but quiet sex in a long time. It’s time to make my woman scream.”