Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Wow, Cass,” Georgia remarked. “I’m impressed.”
Cassie smiled. “I’m no damsel, Wheorgie. In fact, give me a glass of wine, sleeping kids, and an occupied husband, and I’m practically Superwoman.”
“Just wait until your husband gets home and tries to divert your powers to the Supercock,” I teased as Georgia and I took a seat.
Cassie snorted. “He wishes.”
“Come on, Cass,” Georgia hedged. “You can’t tell me you aren’t missing your man’s, ahem, affections after this many days without.”
“Affections?” Cassie mocked. “Could you be any more of a marm, Wheorgie?”
I giggled, and Georgia rolled her eyes. “Sorry for not wanting to talk about your husband’s dick directly.”
Cassie shrugged. “Sure, I miss the old poke and stoke.” I closed my eyes and covered my mouth as a mix of amusement and embarrassment at our no-filter friend flooded me. “But you gotta teach these men lessons every now and then. Show them who’s in control.”
Georgia shook her head. “I’d rather not needlessly play with my husband, thank you very much. Things are good just like they are.”
“Things are good like they are because you play with him, G. Don’t act naïve. We all know you and Kline are freaky as fuck.”
“Like you should talk. You and Thatch do some weird shit when you actually let him near you.”
“Yes, but see, I’m not embarrassed about our weird shit. I know we’re fucking nuts, and I love that about us. I embrace it.”
Georgia cocked her head to the side. “And you’re saying I don’t embrace Kline’s and my freaky shit?”
“I’m saying you get embarrassed about it, and that makes it all the more fun for me.”
“So, if I wouldn’t get embarrassed about it, then it would just be boring to you?”
“Pretty much.”
Georgia started to open her mouth, but I immediately cut her off before she could reveal another shocking Kline and Georgia sex revelation because of Cassie’s reverse-psychology tactic.
“Don’t do it, Georgia. Keep your freaky shit to yourself.”
Georgia paused and glanced between the two of us, and Cassie just sighed.
“Dammit, Win. I almost had her.”
Georgia flipped Cassie the bird. “You’re such a bitch.”
“I know. But you still love me.” Cassie winked. “And since Georgia refuses to be my entertainment for the evening, Win, tell me about those hot-as-fuck brothers of yours.”
“Huh?” A choking laugh jumped from my lungs. “What do you mean?”
“Well, for one, how on earth are they all still single?”
“Truthfully? I’m not too sure,” I answered and took a drink of my wine. “I think some of it may have to do with what they saw Remy go through years ago.”
Georgia quirked a questioning brow.
“Remy was actually engaged to be married at one point. But he got left at the altar.”
“No fluffing way!” Cassie exclaimed. “Remy got stood up on his wedding day? What kind of woman would walk away from a hot-as-fluff man like that?”
“She was actually one of my closest friends when it happened, but yeah, we pretty much lost touch after that.”
“Damn, that’s rough.”
I nodded. “It wasn’t a good day for the Winslows, that’s for sure.”
“Okay, so who is the oldest? Remy, right?”
“Yep.” I nodded. “It goes Remy, Flynn, Ty, Jude, then me.”
“Jude is like a light-haired Thatch,” Georgia commented on a snort, and I grinned.
“He’s definitely the wildest of the bunch. Always the jokester. Always the life of the party. Always the one stirring up trouble. Although Ty isn’t too far behind him.”
Cassie waggled her brows. “I bet Jude is a total playa player, with a revolving door of women. He looks like he fucks like a god.”
I cringed. “I refuse to even acknowledge what you just said. Thinking about my brother, any of my brothers, having sex is a line I will not cross.” Frankly, I’d witnessed enough of them in inappropriate sexual acts in public places over the years to earn more than my fair share of nightmares.
Cassie just smirked like the devil, her mouth already locked and loaded with God knows what, but thankfully, the sound of her phone chiming derailed her train of thought.
She glanced at the screen, and her eyes lit up. “Speaking of Thatch… He says, ‘What are you doing, Crazy? Is Ace asleep? How are my tits? Do they miss me?’”
“Are they still at the bar watching the fight?” Georgia asked as Cassie typed out a response.
“I think so, but they won’t be for long.”
I furrowed my brow. “What do you mean?”
“I’m sending them somewhere else.”
Georgia looked at me, her eyes wide with confusion, then back at Cassie. “What are you talking about?”
“This,” she said and held up the screen of her phone to reveal her response.
Apparently, there’s a killer party going on at the New Continental Hotel. Pretty sure that’s close to where you guys are. First three drinks are on the house, plus there’s live music.
“What is that?” I asked, and her face morphed into a mischievous smile.