Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I sighed and crossed my arms as the drunk guy jumped on Bishop’s back. Because this was not a new sight. Bishop getting hotheaded, having some dumb impulse, and immediately acting on it. Jesus, that was probably how I’d been last night. Just another quick high.
How could I have forgotten, even for a day? Even for a minute, in my stupid, girlish romantic delusions?
Bishop was the guy who got into fights and fucked chicks he shouldn’t fuck. And I’d been the ultimate forbidden fuck. They’d literally made some dumb pact years ago about how I was off-limits. That was catnip to a guy like Bishop.
He couldn’t even focus just on me for a single day. No, tonight had been all about the big fight. And now, letting it all rile himself up into this—
“What the hell’s going on?” Mason was suddenly beside me. Of course he’d come after all of us. That was who he was—not just dependable but caring. Sweet.
I grabbed his arm. “Forget him.”
Mason’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Serious?”
I grabbed my phone out of the pocket in my leggings and messaged Cash: SOS Bishop self-destructing SE Exit.
Then I shoved my phone back in my pocket, glanced one last time at where Bishop was simultaneously pummeling the guy underneath him and trying to throw the other guy off his back and shook my head. “Cash can deal with it this time. Let’s get out of here.”
My hand slid down Mason’s arm to his hand. He squeezed mine back. “Best thing I’ve heard all day.”
We turned away from the fight and headed in the same direction Tank had gone. It was part of the celebrity package—we had the quickest way in and out. Our bus driver opened the door at our approach.
“Hey, Rick,” I said as we both headed up the steps. Mason unlocked and shoved open the door to the inner part of the bus. He rushed in and I hurried behind him.
Tank looked up from where he was lounging on the couch, watching TV. “What are y’all—”
I made sure the sound-proof door was closed behind us and the blackout curtains were shut tight. And then I stripped my tank top off so I was just in a bra and leggings.
Mason froze, eyes dark as he blinked in the dim light of the bus’s evening light settings. “Just because we left him doesn’t mean we expect that from you—”
I gripped my shirt that I hadn’t dropped yet tight in my fist. They don’t want you. Story of my life. “I’m not trying to force you or anything. You don’t want a piece of this, fucking fine.” I started to drag my shirt back on over my head.
“Luna—” Tank started, getting to his feet at the same time Mason stepped into my space and wrapped his arms around my waist. “It’s not that.” He nuzzled my neck with his nose and lips, breathing out slowly. “Never that.”
I blinked as rapidly as my heart was beating. The warmth of his body helped me believe him. I reached forward, letting go of my shirt and fisting his instead. “Good. Then take care of this ache I can’t get rid of. Please. I just need to be fucked the right way.”
It rose inside me like a pulse from my center, like a second beating heart. I almost whimpered at how hard it was hitting me. I was ready to rut against him. Wow. It had never been this bad before. I felt the blood pumping all throughout my body. In every place.
I shoved my underwear and leggings down. Mason’s hands joined mine to help me and together, we got them to my ankles. Next, we moved our hands and we fumbled to undo the button of his jeans and free his—
Oh wow, well, yep, he was definitely ready for me too.
Just before his jeans dropped, he reached into the pocket and yanked out a condom. Sweet and responsible.
“My boy scout.” I hiked a leg up and around his waist as he dropped my ass down on the kitchen table. Right in front of where Tank was sitting.
“Goddamn,” Tank breathed out, reaching out a hand to my waist. To steady me or because he couldn’t help touching me, I didn’t know. I hoped it was the latter. In order to insure it was, I reached out a hand towards his shoulder and grasped him, massaging his muscles in the way I knew he liked. Even before we’d begun all this, Tank and me had always had a special relationship. I’d always craved physical contact and the guys had been my only family.
So I’d given Tank massages for years. They were innocent! …Swear. Fingers crossed.
If I used to think about what it felt like to have my small hands on his big body later when I was in the shower trying to get myself off… Well, the attempts were always futile anyway, maybe because I felt guilty about trying to wank off to Tank, at least when I thought he thought of me as a little sister. But now…