Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
After all the buildup, helping him at the bar turns out to be not that different from when I waited tables in high school. It helps that Badass is there, always keeping an eye on me and growling at anyone who gets too handsy.
Aside from him. He’s a very hands-on boss.
"Hustle, girl." He slaps my ass and sends me out with a tray of shots to a table full of guys with cuts that read Ungrateful Bastards.
When I get there and hand out the round, one of them raises his shot glass. “She for hire?” he yells to Badass.
“You fucking wish!” Badass shouts back with gruff possessiveness that makes heat pool in my belly. "The new girl’s ours."
"Shame," says the guy. “Here you go, honey. Keep me in mind if your taste improves.” He tucks a couple bills into my cleavage.
I freeze, but Badass and the other guys just laugh. Apparently tipping into my boobs isn’t off limits.
“It won’t,” a new voice says from behind me just as I get back to the bar. It’s Animal. “Body shot,” he calls to his brother.
Badass chuckles.
I’ve heard the term, but I don’t really know what it means. “Um, okay?”
“Clear room!” Badass yells to the customers right in front of him. They scatter, moving out of the way but not going far. In fact, more people crowd around. He wipes down the counter with a quick sweep with a bar cloth. “Hop up, girl.”
“What?”
Instead of explaining, Animal puts his hands on either side of my waist and lifts. A moment and a surprised squeak later, I’m sitting on the bar.
With brutal efficiency, they turn and twist me so I’m lying down with dozens of people watching. Badass tucks my hands under my butt, then holds a wedge of lime out.
“Hold this between your teeth but don’t eat it,” he explains.
Eyes wide, I do what he says, and hold my breath as he sprinkles salt in the cleft between my breasts. Animal looms over me, looking down with an evil but sexy glint in his eyes.
“Don’t move,” Badass warns, winding his fingers into my hair to hold me still. A moment later, he pours a shot of tequila straight into my belly button.
The crowd cheers as Animal leans in and his hot tongue drags straight between my breasts, licking up the salt. I gasp, and Badass tightens his fingers. Animal moves to my stomach, and his mouth covers my belly button as he drinks the small pool of alcohol and licks away the last drops. His tongue tickles, but Badass keeps me in place.
Then, still tasting of salt and tequila, he comes back up to my mouth and plucks up the lime with his teeth. He makes a show of sucking at it, then spits it out and comes in for the kiss.
My body doesn’t know what to do, but it feels so much like the other night when they had their mouths and hands all over me, that if they checked my panties right now? I’d be absolutely soaked.
“My turn,” Badass declares, and this time Animal is the one that sets me up so his brother can drink a shot off my bare belly. His tongue is as broad and exciting as I remember.
We have the attention of the whole bar, but there are only two people whose attention I actually care about. Everyone else is just spice for the main event.
If anyone from the Unwanted is watching, they’ll be able to report that I’m being a good little property, but deep inside, I know that what I’m feeling isn’t just about playing my part.
Badass and Animal pull me off the bar when they’re done, and another girl takes my place afterwards, eager to get in on giving the other customers a chance—and to make the tips I’m sure it will earn her.
“So fucking hot,” Animal whispers into my ear, though with the yelling and cheering, nobody would hear.
Badass is right on the other side. “You’ve heard of safe words?”
I nod, speechless. Like in the books everyone was reading a couple years ago.
“Yours is ‘cookie’. We do what we’ve gotta do in public to keep everyone breathing, you get me? This is fucked up, and I can’t promise your boundaries aren’t going to get stretched to the fucking limit, but when it’s just us? Say the word.”
Their mouths are hot and demanding, kissing up my collarbone and then my neck on either side. Hands stroke up my thighs and over my bare stomach. One by one, they claim my mouth in turns, tongues seeking and sliding against my own.
There’s time to whisper, but I don’t say my word.
15
NATALIE
“Check,” Quickshot says with a cocky smirk. He leans his chair back and takes a swig from his beer. “I thought you said you could play.”
“I said I had it on my tablet when I was a kid. I never said I was any good. What do I do?” I ask Animal.