Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Damn straight, I do,” Grayson grumbled. “Not gonna throw the fucking game and make us lose to do it, though.”
“Okay, girls. You’re both pretty.” Menace snickered as he stepped between Lynch and Grayson, shoving them apart. “Now, quit your whining and play the damn game.”
“That was a little intense,” Marlowe whispered. “I’m thinking our boys aren’t very good at losing.”
“No, they aren’t, but it’s not all that surprising.” Delilah glanced over at Hawk. “They rarely lose at anything.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Frankie laughed. “You think I should take it easy on them?”
“No way.” My eyes skirted over to Grayson. Even though he’d already thrown back several shots and drank numerous beers, he still looked completely sober. I was hoping to get him at least a little tipsy, so I told Frankie, “They can take it.”
“Alrighty then.”
I watched as she eased her hand back and tossed the ball into the air. When it landed in the cup of beer, all the girls jumped up and cheered. Grayson gave Widow a nudge. “Come on, brother. End this thing once and for all.”
“I’m certainly gonna try.”
When Widow stepped up to the table, Frankie gave him a wink and smiled. I loved how these beautiful women adored their men just as much as I adored mine. I glanced over at Grayson, and a warmth washed over me when I found him sitting on a stool watching me with the other ol’ ladies. He looked at me like I was the only woman in the room. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one. In fact, the place was filled with hang-arounds. They were all eager to get their claws into one of the brothers, so it wasn’t a surprise when a pretty little redhead came sauntering over to Grayson and started flirting. I could’ve gone over and put her in her place, but I knew I could trust Grayson to do the right thing.
My attention was drawn back over to the table when Delilah called out to me, “Hey, Kiersten, it’s your turn!”
“Coming!”
The ball was in my hand, and I was preparing to take my shot when I happened to glance over in Grayson’s direction and noticed the redhead had wedged herself between his legs just inches from his crotch. Before I had a chance to get angry, Grayson shifted in his seat and said something to the girl that brought a scowl to her pretty face. Seconds later, she stalked away. Smiling, I turned my attention back to the beer pong table and was a little worried when I realized there was only one cup remaining. If I made it, the game would be over, and the ladies would win yet another round. I stepped into position, then tossed the ball. As soon as it fell into the cup, the entire room exploded with a loud roar of cheers and laughter. Delilah and Frankie came over and gave me a high-five. “Way to go, girl! Thanks to you, we smoked them yet again.”
“We all did it. Not just me.”
“You’re just being modest.” Frankie winked. “You know you rocked it.”
“Well, maybe a little.” I laughed, then looked over at Grayson who, like earlier, was watching me again, so I told Frankie, “I think I’ll go claim my prize.”
“You should definitely do that.”
“I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
“Sure thing. Have fun!”
“Planning on it.” I made my way through the others and over to Grayson. As I slipped my arms around his waist, I announced, “We won!”
“I saw that.”
“I’ve come to claim my prize.”
“Your prize, huh?”
“Oh, yeah. A win like that totally deserves a prize.” I gave him a playful smile as I leaned closer and whispered, “I’m thinking a few bells and whistles might suffice.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mm-hmm … But only if you’re up for it.”
“I’m always up for some bells and whistles, baby. You know that.”
Without saying anything more, he took me by the hand and led me out of the bar and down to his room. We knew we’d be drinking and had already planned on staying at the clubhouse. As soon as Grayson closed the door, he kicked off his boots and removed his cut, then he was on me, kissing me in a way that made my knees tremble. Our hands became frantic and possessive as we lost ourselves in the moment. When his hands dropped to my jeans, I looked up at him and said, “There sure are a lot of pretty girls around the club.”
“Yeah.” His brows furrowed. “And?”
“Lots of temptation.”
He slipped his arms around my waist. “You jealous?”
“Just stating a fact.”
His gorgeous eyes fell on me, studying me for a brief moment before he said, “Well, you should know by now that you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re all I want.” I let out a little whimper as his lips trailed along my neck. “You’re mine, Kiersten. All mine, and all I’ll ever need.”