Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Oh, you know, just want to know my boundaries.” I licked my lips. “Since I’ve seen plenty of you guys in… well, let’s say, different environments.”
It made Ari flush even harder. Even Frankie’s cheeks dusted with a little red. I probably shouldn’t be teasing them about this—I didn’t exactly plan to walk in to my new employer and flirt with everything with a pair of legs and a nice ass. But hey, if the shoe fit. What happened at Heathens Hollow was nothing compared to the after party a few days later.
My cock still got rock hard whenever I closed my eyes and reimagined that night. Front row and center to the bond the four of them really shared. I had never come so hard in my damn life than when I watched them fuck each other so openly. Half the time, I’d imagined I was on top of the pile, fucking into someone until they screamed my name. The other half, it was me with my face in Troy Godwin’s cushions, getting fucked so hard I couldn’t stand up straight.
I certainly didn’t mind making those daydreams a reality.
And based on the heated look Ari and Frankie shared, maybe they didn’t either.
Ari cleared her throat. Gone was the little minx from a second ago. Now she was strictly business.
“Smiley’s takes care of each other.” I didn’t want to ruin her little speech with the first innuendo that popped into my mind, so I bit my lip and nodded. She smiled and leaned her hip against the side of her desk. “We’ve been through a lot together. We’re like a family here. It takes a lot to open up to each other.”
“Is that why Frankie wants to bite my head off?” I joked. When he glared at me, I raised my hands defensively. “Case in point.”
“What she means is, we’ve already got enough annoyances on the team. If you sign that contract, you’re our family, too. But being family won’t save your ass if you up and split or have some weird other agenda.”
I dropped my hands and leaned forward. “No walking out. No weird agenda. I said I want to win, and I mean it.”
“Then sign on the dotted line, River.” Ari pointed to the paper. “Back up your talk with action.”
A challenge. I liked it. I signed my name on the few dotted lines and pushed it toward her when finished.
“There you go.”
Something in Frankie’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “Good shit.”
“Why?”
“’Cause now we can send in the tapes and apply to the WCC.” Ari smiled and picked up the contract, holding it to her chest. “And call that possible sponsor back?”
“There’s already a possible sponsor?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Damn, word got out fast.”
Frankie nodded. “I spoke with Venom, who spoke with the bastards at Beatbox Fitness. They knew someone who knew someone and called us this morning, asking us to hurry up and apply.” He shrugged and crossed his arms. “He didn’t mention Heathens Hollow, but it was pretty obvious that’s where he knew us.”
“So Beatbox Fitness is legit?”
“Smite’s out. His husband apparently threatened to clean his clock and put him in the hospital himself if he even thought about joining the Circuit.”
“What about Ka-yo and Meteor?”
“From what Lotto says, they tried to link up and ended up beating the shit out of each other.” Ari winced slightly. “Two huge egos don’t mix. So we might be in luck.”
I snorted. “Sounds like Meteor. Punk ass.”
“I’m sure they’ll find their way to other teams. Lotto said he’ll keep an eye out.”
“What’s the name of this sponsor who wants us?”
“Lucien Fritz from One, Two, Hook,” Frankie said.
I barked a laugh before I could stop myself. Ari and Frankie stared at me, but I kept laughing, even when I tried to force myself to stop. Fucking Lucien. I should have known. If anyone was like herpes, it was that bastard.
“What’s so funny?” Ari demanded.
When I caught my breath, I leaned back in my chair with a smirk. “Let’s just say I know Lucien Fritz quite well.”
“And?” Frankie demanded.
“And I hate the bastard.” I laughed again and twirled the pen between my fingers. “And trust me when I say, you’ll hate the slimy greaseball, too.”
Chapter
Six
FRANKIE
Ididn’t know what was worse: the realization that River was right or the urge to punch Lucien Fritz so hard, he went crying back to daddy.
This was supposed to be a preliminary meeting, and he was already walking around Smiley’s like he owned the place. Slick suit, even slicker Cartier on his wrist, hair so slick I could go surfing on it. He was like a mini-Troy Godwin, if Troy was four inches shorter and missing half his dick. Lucien didn’t have Troy’s swagger either—all of his comments and jabs were like sucker punches to the face, rather than a honey-coated jab to the stomach.