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)
“Trust me, I was, too.” Even remembering the smugness in Lucien’s tone when he said that pissed me off. “But the way I see it, Lucien Fritz is a nepo baby with daddy’s cash at his disposal and a whole lot to prove. Our contract is only for the three-month period the Circuit runs, and an extra few weeks if we make the finals in Vegas.”
“You mean when we do.”
“The Circuit isn’t just Seattle, Frankie. It’s all of Oregon, Washington, and California. There’s plenty of other teams better and more ready than us.”
“All we have to do is make the top four. That’s enough to get us to the semis. If we make top two, we’re going to Vegas for the final match.”
“Hard to do if Firebrand and Meteor are linking up.”
“And Ka-yo, too.” Frankie ran a hand down his face. He looked more tired than I’d ever seen him. “At least Smite’s out.”
“Doesn’t feel like a very good consolation prize.”
Frankie snorted. “It’s not, but listen, even if we don’t make Vegas, being top four means we have leverage.”
“At least enough to find a new sponsor next year and tell Lucien to fuck off,” I agreed.
That was the plan anyway. But top four in the whole region would be a stretch. We had River and Bones, sure, but plenty of other teams had a River or a Bones, like Base One Gym.
Raw power alone wouldn’t be enough to get us to the top.
“I’m sick of talking about that asshole.” Frankie pushed up the sleeves of his zip-up jacket and leaned against the counter. “We’re stuck with him for the next few months already. What’s done is done. Hurry up and finish your drink so I can kick your ass at pool.”
“That’s what you said the last three times we’ve played.” I grinned at him from over the rim of my glass. “And I won the last two.”
“Wanna bet on it?”
“Sure. What are you thinking?”
“Winner gets whatever they want for the rest of the day.”
I swallowed. I knew exactly what Frankie wanted. A hothead like him? If he won, I’d be lucky to walk straight tomorrow. I nodded anyway. It was a good excuse to blow off some steam with more than shitty whiskey.
Frankie racked us up, and I broke. We traded ball after ball until I fucked up and sank the eight ball. Rookie mistake but it was hard to concentrate when Frankie kept pressing up against me every time I leaned over. The feel of his cock on my ass was definitely a good distraction. As was the lingering kiss he gave me before he grunted his orders.
“Behind the bar in five. Pants off, hands on the wall.”
I nodded and left the bar. My body was practically vibrating as I rounded the corner and settled behind the building. It was so open. If any of the workers came out the back door, they’d see me half-naked, bent over against the brick, waiting for Frankie to come and mark me up.
God, the thought of that made me so fucking hard.
I heard Frankie’s footsteps first. Then the clink of his belt and his low chuckle.
“You look fucking pathetic.”
The ringing slap of his hand on my ass swallowed my annoyed grunt, and my hips jerked at the sudden sting. He dragged my ass back out by my hips and slapped the other cheek.
“Keep your hips out for me. I’ve had a rough week.”
He didn’t need to finish to state his intentions clearly. My ass was about to become his punching bag, which sent a wicked thrill rolling down my spine. I dug my fingers into the brick wall and bent myself in half, my ass out on full display.
Frankie slapped my ass again again and again until my skin was throbbing with painful pleasure. Every slap had me trembling and my cock twitching. My cock was so hard it was nearly painful. Small beads of cum dribbled out of my slit and stained my abs whenever Frankie’s strength jerked me forward.
I lost count of how many times he slapped my ass. I only focused again when something sharp smacked against my skin. When I glanced up, Frankie dangled the end of his leather belt in front of my face.
“How many do you think you can take, Lotto?”
I choked on my answer when he smacked my ass again with his belt. I didn’t know, but I was more than willing to find out.
Frankie took his anger out on my ass, switching between his belt and his hand. With each of my gasps, he massaged my throbbing and battered skin. I barely had time to catch my breath when his fingers threaded into my hair. He pulled me away from the wall so hard, I fell to my knees and hissed at the pain.
His hard cock bobbed against my cheek.