Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“I bet he does. Bridgette is getting a crazy amount of publicity since she just turned 18. It’s kind of crazy how the media follows her around like that. She’s lucky to have Brody with her. He’ll protect her.”
I nod. “I know better than anybody. He sinks his fists into a few faces defending me growing up, but I’ve been on good behavior.”
“Good behavior like sweet-talking innocent store owners into selling you beer?”
I crack up, forgetting I told him that. “That doesn’t count.”
“Yes it does,” he teases and taunts. “You’re a bad little girl, doing what you want to get what you want.”
“That’s extreme, isn’t it?” I tell him, shoving him playfully.
Hendrix props himself up onto his elbow, letting his hair fall to one side. He looks every bit like the hot 90s hunk. My nipples are getting hard just thinking about him and the way he makes love to me. I can’t wait to go again.
“You’re thinking dirty thoughts right now, baby girl. I can tell by the way you’re looking at me. Besides, if I remember correctly, you stripped for me the other night, tried to get me drunk, and insisted I stay here.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?” I ask him.
“Because you do this thing where you bite the bottom corner of your lip and your nipples get hard.”
I look at him, releasing my bottom lip and running my fingers through his hair.
“It’s your fault. You look like you and look at me like that.”
That smile of his can win awards. He levels it on me and leans down to capture my mouth in a kiss that makes me want to go for round two. The groans that come from his throat as he kisses me make me wet and spread my legs for him to slip his fingers in me where we start each other up.
By the time we finish, sleep finds us both easily. When the morning sun pokes through my sheer curtains, I turn over to find myself alone in bed. I’m slow in getting up, but the scent of food cooking is a great motivator.
I grab a quick shower and head into the kitchen where Hendrix is shuffling around to finish making breakfast.
“Baby girl, you know what I realized last night?” he asks as I sit down to have a cup of coffee.
“What?”
He points to the living room. “Cameras.”
My eyes go wide as my heart plummets to the pit of my stomach. “Oh my god, Hendrix. How many people have access to them? People at your job? Brody?!”
My mind races with how many people are going to see us making love.
He leans over the table with a spoon of scrambled eggs that he feeds to me. “No, baby girl. No one has access to those cameras except us. If you want, I can download the video from last night and delete it from the server. You know, in case you want to watch it back.”
“What do you mean watch it back? Like a porno?”
“Yes, like a film starring you, me, and that fucking couch that’s not ruined,” he says with a laugh.
“I’m a little sentimental about things here.”
“I know,” he says, sliding a plate in front of me. “Whatever you want to do after that business with Roy, I will do, baby girl.”
“What time is that supposed to happen?” I ask him, looking around and not wanting to see Roy ever again.
“We can do whatever works for you and Miss Lucille.”
“You and your brothers are so respectful and polite,” I tell him, wondering if he can see the vastly different sides of himself that I get to see unraveling right in front of me.
He sighs as he sits across from me with a plate of food of his own. “My folks raised us boys with principles and morals. I can’t say that we always stuck to the code, but I learned a good hard lesson fairly early on.”
“Are you talking about what happened between you and Roy?”
He nods. “Yeah. I was about 16 and school really wasn’t a top priority for me. My dad didn’t mind all that much, but the rule was if you’re not going to school, then you’d better get a job. He wasn’t raising any sons who couldn't make a way for themselves in this world.”
“I get that. My dad wasn’t much of a father since he skipped out early. I want to say when I was about four or five and then my mother chased some guy to Florida when I was about 10 and we haven’t seen her since.” I hold the necklace up with a thumb. “This was a gift from both my parents on my 11th birthday. Though, now that I think about it, it’s probably from Brody, but he made it seem like it was from them and that we’d celebrate together.”