Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Brent merely grunts while seating himself on a stool.
“Money don’t count for taste,” he growls, but Sean merely chuckles at the insult.
“Whatevs, my man, you’re just jealous because you’d love to get your hands on this if you could.” Of course, Brent snorts in denial, but Sean ignores him. “So, how’s it going, bro? Long time no see.”
“Pretty good,” I reply, signaling for a beer. “How about you?”
Sean shrugs and grins.
“Same old, same old. Pretty much just working and sleeping these days, seeing how the casino’s been grinding my ass off.”
I shoot him a surprised look.
“No women?”
Sean shakes his head and grins. “There are a few, but no one serious. Why, how’s it hanging with Kaci? You guys were loud enough at my birthday party. I swear, the banging, pounding and thumping was like a road crew coming through.”
Brent lets out a chuckle.
“That bad?”
Sean merely grins and sips his beer.
“Let’s just say I have no idea how that girl survived the two of you. But are you guys still seeing Kaci?”
I consider my answer for a moment.
“Absolutely. She’s the hottest woman we’ve ever been with, not to mention fucking sensual and smart too. But are you sure you’re okay with us dating her?”
Sean nods, his green eyes clear.
“Yeah, no problem brother. We broke up, so she was a free agent. And Kaci probably told you that we were never exclusive right? Hell, I wanted to be, but she wouldn’t go for it.”
Brent grunts next to us.
“Sounds familiar.”
Sean shoots us a look.
“So is she giving you the runaround too?”
My buddy shrugs.
“I don’t think so. We were straight with her – no more hooking up with high rollers at the casino. She says she hasn’t, but you know how these things go. What’s a little kiss and ass squeeze once in a while? Or even a sip at her boobies, with just a tiny bit of tongue? Does that count as hooking up?”
Sean looks thoughtful.
“Yeah, you know the girls at the Corinthian are raunchy as hell, and they know how to work it. Of course, management turns a blind eye because you know sometimes the guys slip it into them right at the tables. The girls will be in their laps, and then with a giggle and a smirk, the ladies pull their thongs to the side and let those dudes use their holes.”
I sputter into my drink.
“Fuck!”
“Yeah, it happens,” Sean says in a mild voice. “I don’t think Kaci’s done it, but definitely some of the other girls have. Tamara North is known for dick-riding out in the open, actually, and she’s even taken a couple of guys in her ass that way. You can see why the house won big on that hand.”
I merely shake my head.
“And it’s all on camera too,” I mutter. “Hell.”
Sean merely shrugs.
“Yeah, but these are Corinthian girls and besides, you can’t really see anything on camera. Like I said, they’re riding the high rollers’ cocks while sitting on their laps, so there’s nothing to see from up above.”
I merely shake my head.
“Kaci better not be doing that,” I growl.
Sean shrugs.
“She’s not, as far as I’ve heard. Hell, she probably really likes you if she’s not because you know our girl has always been at the front of the pack when it comes to that kind of thing. She’s fucking filthy, and loving it all. Some ladies are just born that way.”
I nod morosely. His words ring with truth, and that’s part of the reason why we adore our curvy brunette. We love the nastiness that runs through Kaci’s mind, and the fact that she’s willing to let us enjoy that gorgeous body any way we like. But old habits die hard, and we have yet to find out if Kaci’s really been true to us.
But then Brent changes the subject because this conversation’s just making us depressed.
“So tell me my brother,” he rumbles, addressing Sean. “While you and Kaci were dating, did you ever meet her dad?”
Sean shoots us a knowing look.
“So you’re onto Mike, hmm?”
Oh shit, that sounds bad.
“Why?” I demand. “Is he a criminal? Con man? Give it to us straight.”
Sean takes another sip of his beer, choosing his words carefully.
“No, I can’t say that he’s any of those things. It’s more that Mike Stott is an odd guy with bad vibes, if you get my drift. You’ll want to tread carefully.”
Brent nods, his blue eyes dark.
“We ran into him when we were out to dinner the other night, and it was fucking weird. He had a girl with him who had to be jail bait. But that’s not the only disturbing part because this chickadee was dressed like she was out of Little House on the Prairie in a long gown with a fucking bonnet, no less.”
Sean looks surprised. “Shit, what was that about?”