Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I stared down at the stack of crisp bills, an actual sense of pride swelling in my chest. I’d never, in my life, earned honest money. “Count that.” I passed the money over to Lola, and she thumbed through the cash.
“One-thousand, thirty-two bucks,” she said, then pressed her lips to mine. “I’m so proud of you. Like, really proud. Get in the truck.”
I’d never moved so fast.
Lola climbed into the back of Wolf’s truck after me, pulling the waist of my jeans down while simultaneously yanking out my dick.
Before I could say anything, her warm lips wrapped around me.
“Shit, Lola.” I gripped the back of her head, dropping mine against the window while she swallowed me back.
“You like my lips on your dick, babe?” She flicked over the piercing lodged through my head.
My leg kicked out, heel hitting the door. “Fuck yes…”
She went down to the base of my shaft. And when that little choking noise rumbled up her throat, I thrust between her wet lips with a groan. That right there was the definition of bliss.
I released her hair and grabbed the edge of the seat to stop myself from completely losing it and fucking the shit out of her mouth. Then she did that thing with her tongue, swirling it around my head.
Just a tiny rake of teeth. Tingles shot through my veins, my ass arching off the seat as I gripped her head again. “God. I’m gonna come.”
I went to shove her face away, but she just went down farther. “Shit…” I blew my load down her throat, muscles twitching, dick jerking before she released me with a little pop.
My body damn near melted into the seat as I fought to catch my breath. “Know what I’m really proud of? The way you suck my dick.”
Lola sat up, wiping the corners of her mouth. “Want to be proud of the way I fuck you?”
I grabbed the back of her head, dragging her lips to mine. “I’ll show you proud...”
Chapter 42
HENDRIX
My sleep last night was interrupted. Because Lola knew. And if she didn’t know know–she knew something. I really wanted her to tell me the truth about what had happened. Maybe that was selfish of me.
Because it didn’t matter. I loved her when I thought she’d cheated; I loved her now. I loved her no matter what.
Maybe we’d both go the rest of our lives trying to protect the other from secrets concerning that piece of shit.
Lola gripped my hand as we stepped up to the Lancasters’ front door—double door, because they were rich—and I forced those thoughts back down.
“No swearing,” she said.
My head whipped around, my nuts freezing off in the cold. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Yes. And no stealing anything.”
I huffed. Like I would steal something from them. They loved Gracie, and Chad was okay now that I knew he was railing Kyle-B-Wan instead of Lola.
“Just behave.” She placed a quick kiss on my lips. “In as much capacity as you have.” Then she rang the doorbell.
Chadwick Beaverlichtenstein answered the door and showed us into their gleaming marble foyer. Their Christmas tree was as tall as my house with presents out the ass underneath it, all wrapped in shiny, matching, expensive paper.
All I could see was cash money and opportunities. Because you could take a thief out of Dayton, but you couldn’t put him in Barrington without him wanting to steal everything.
Lola leaned into my side. “Don’t even think about it.”
“It smells like lavender and exasperations.”
She frowned, and I pinched her side.
“I know. I know,” I said, planting a kiss on her cheek. “It’s aspirations. Give me a fuc—” Don’t swear. Don’t swear, you cock-sucking weasel—“break.”
Footsteps pattered down one of the hallways before Gracie shot around a corner and kamikaze dived into my legs. “King Buttmunch!”
“Princess Dingleberry.” I made a bow before scoping her into my arms.
Chad groaned. “Mom is going to love that.”
“The stench of Dayton will be strong tonight, Chadwick.” I clapped a hand to his back, and he stumbled a little. I bit back the urge to ask him about Kyle and his Chewbacca-purring ass.
Gracie sniffed my shirt, throwing her head back to glance up at me. “You don’t stench, Hendrix. You smell good.” Then she hopped down and hugged Lola. “Tell King Buttmunch he smells good.”
Lola huffed beside me. “This is going to be a shi—shiny show.”
Mr. and Mrs. Daddy Warbucks came out, smiling. The mom stepped forward and held out her hand. “I’m Emma. It’s so lovely to finally meet you, Hendrix.”
I fought the scowl that wanted to shape my face when I took her hand, then Mr. Warbucks.
Lola had sworn they were nice, but that was my first time meeting them. Not to mention, I’d never set foot in a Barrington house and not had the cops called on me. Which, in my defense, made perfect sense. But they were smiling at me like the opening scene in one of those low-budget slasher films. One where the unknowing couple got an invitation to a dinner party only to be murdered and have their dead carcasses spread out on the table in some rich-person ritual.