Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“Of course it was tequila,” she says, scooting back into her seat at the table and nodding across the bar to a guy who’s watching her with a lazy smirk. “But don’t worry, I found someone to occupy my time.”
I narrow my gaze, making myself comfortable just as another two drinks are delivered to our table. “What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, taking in the wicked grin stretching across her lips.
“His name is Sullivan,” she starts. “He was eye-fucking me from across the bar, and I didn’t want to just sit here all by myself, so I invited him over and we hit it off.”
“Okay,” I laugh. “Where’s the rest of the story?”
“What do you mean the rest of the story?” she questions, scooping up her glass and playing innocent as she takes a long sip through the straw, probably hoping that if she takes long enough, I might just forget to push her on it.
“Natalie,” I warn.
Her grin widens, and the second her eyes start to glisten, I know it’s about to fall out of her mouth like word vomit. “Okay, so like, he came over here with those bulging arms and all that sexy cologne, and I just . . . I don’t know. It was like those men’s deodorant commercials when women just fall to their knees when they walk past. He smelled so good and he’s so hot, and I couldn’t help myself. One minute we were sitting right here, and the next, I was spread eagle on the bathroom vanity with his face between my legs. And fuck, Ky. This man knows how to eat pussy. My eyes were rolling in the back of my head. It was insane. My legs are still shaking.”
My eyes bug out of my head, and I gape at my best friend, not knowing whether I need to be shocked or impressed. “NAT!”
“What?” she laughs. “It was so good, and he’s so big. He’s taking me home for round two tonight.”
“Oh God!” I mutter, sipping my drink and trying to ignore the burn of tequila that pours down the back of my throat. “Let’s just hope he knows how to use it.”
“Oh, he does,” she assures me, glancing up and grinning like a devil at the mysterious Sullivan across the bar, the two of them looking at each other like they share the filthiest little secret, and I suppose they do. “After eating my pussy, he bent me over like a pretzel and fucked me into oblivion, but it wasn’t enough. That’s not the kind of dick you use once and throw away. I need a whole night with him first and then I’ll throw him out with the trash.”
I laugh and shake my head while studying the attractive stranger across the bar. He doesn’t strike me as the type to mind being thrown out in the morning. “Just remember to be safe,” I tell her. “The last thing you need is to catch some dirty STD from the guy.”
“Since when have you known me not to be careful?”
“Ummm . . . literally with every single guy you’ve ever screwed,” I laugh. “Tell me, when this Sullivan guy bent you over like a pretzel, did you physically see him wrap up, or were you too busy telling him to hurry up and fuck you?”
A smirk settles across her lips, and the way her eyes sparkle tells me everything I need to know. “Soooooo,” she says, attempting to change the topic. “Less about my sexcapades and more about yours. What’s going on with Crew? Has he finally talked you into bed yet?”
I press my lips into a hard line, my cheeks instantly flushing bright red, and as she takes me in, her jaw drops, and a loud gasp sails across the table. “No fucking way,” Nat booms. “You finally fucked him, and you’re only just telling me now?”
“It only happened last night,” I tell her.
My confirmation is enough to send her into a tailspin, and she gasps again. “Holy shit. I can’t believe it. Crew’s been trying to get between your legs for years,” she says, shaking her head, still in disbelief. “You have to tell me all about it. How was it? Fuck. I already know. It was incredible, wasn’t it? Crew is a beast in every term of the word.”
A wicked grin stretches wide across my face. “It was . . . holy shit. He was like a fucking machine. The second he got my pants off, he didn’t stop until I physically couldn’t go any longer. Like, we hadn’t even made it to my door. I thought he was about to fuck me right there in the stairwell.”
“I mean . . . it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been screwed within an inch of your life in a stairwell.”