Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“I wasn’t done, dickwad.” Hendrix swatted at my arm.
“He’s knocked out.”
“And?”
I slapped Hendrix on the back of the head, then shoved him toward the door. Everyone filed back inside the house except Monroe. She lingered on the porch, eyes set on the Range Rover.
“You didn’t kill Max.” She patted my chest. “Proud of you.”
Someone turned up the music. “I’m going to get this shit off of me,” I said, heading upstairs to wash the blood off my arms. I took the washcloth on the ledge of the sink and glanced up in the mirror to wash my face, and Monroe’s reflection caught my attention.
“Can I help you?” I smirked into the mirror, scrubbing at the speck of blood on my cheek.
The look in her eye made my dick hard. It was the look that said she was down to fuck. I turned from the sink, and her shirt hit the floor, followed by her bra. I cupped her tits in my hands, biting at her lip. “Like a bit of violence, huh?”
She grabbed my wrist and shoved it under her skirt. “You tell me.” Holy shit, she was wet.
Biting back a groan, I slipped my hand inside her panties. “I’d say that’s a definite fucking yes.” I lifted her onto the edge of the sink, spreading her legs. “I bet I can get you off at least three times.”
“Ambitious.”
“No, Roe. I’m determined.”
32
Monroe
The party had thinned out, except for the girls who still lingered nearby, waiting for their friend to get finished with Hendrix. Pretty sure Wolf had another in the spare room. I didn’t get it. They were assholes. These girls had no shame.
I took a drag off the joint Zepp offered me, feeling the weed trickle over me like a warm blanket. Some of the other Barrington guys had come by earlier to scrape the football players off of Zepp’s lawn. I smiled at the thought of Max sitting there, like a spoiled little brat, waiting for someone to come to rescue him because his legs were still too messed up to drive. The fact that he came for round two had me questioning whether Zepp might have given him mild brain damage the first time.
The thud of Hendrix’s headboard silenced just before someone pounded on the door. None of the guys made any effort to move. They were all probably too high. On a sigh, I pushed out of Zepp’s lap and answered it, nearly shitting myself when I saw that asshole police officer, Jacobs, standing on the porch. He stood with his fingers through his belt loops and a smug grin on his face. My pulse ticked up with a thread of panic. Jacobs could probably smell the weed on my breath. Hell, there was probably a cloud of smoke pouring through the cracked front door. I glanced over his shoulder at the now empty lawn, the only evidence I could see were the tire tracks in the overgrown grass.
“You sure are hangin’ out with those Hunt boys a lot.” He hitched up his pants, then glared over my shoulder inside the house.
“Is having a boyfriend illegal now?” I half laughed.
“Didn’t your momma teach you to make better decisions?” My momma was a hooker. His gaze veered back to me. “They’re gonna get you in trouble.”
“Thanks for the advice.” I offered him a fake smile. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Seems there was a confrontation here earlier. Which means, I need to talk to Mr. Hunt.”
“Sure. Let me get him.” I shut the door on him and hurried down the hall.
Zepp and Bellamy were sitting on the couch, passing another joint back and forth. I snatched the joint from Bellamy’s hand.
“That cop is at the door,” I whisper-shouted, panic lancing through me as I ran to the kitchen and chucked the weed into the garbage disposal.
I walked back into the hallway just as Zepp opened the door, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah?”
“Heard you had a little disagreement over here earlier today?” Jacobs said.
“I think we all came to an understanding.”
“That a fact?” He paused. “That blood on your porch?”
“Probably.” Zepp huffed, leaning against the open door, and I shifted a little closer.
“Assault has a hefty jail time, son.”
“Yeah? So those Barrington fucks gonna spend some time behind bars? They showed up. On my lawn. With bats.”
A few seconds ticked by. “Now why on earth would they do that? Wouldn’t have nothing to do with that quarterback of theirs who got beat, would it?”
“Do you have a warrant or what? Because I’m not trying to shoot the shit with you.”
“That girlfriend of yours…” Jacobs clucked his tongue. “Shame if she got tangled up in a mess due to you.” God, he was a bastard. The porch creaked before his footfalls disappeared down the steps and Zepp slammed the door.