Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Her hair is down and sleek straight, small braids on each side pinned in place by Laffy Taffy hair clips, the same shade of teal as her tank top. Her shorts are high on her waist and high up her thighs. She looks good. Sweet.
Sexy.
“Your shorts are too short.”
Her eyes flick up to mine.
“Where you going again?”
“Some street fair thing. Crafts and food and what not. Jess’s little cousin’s dance team is in the parade, so it should be fun.” She shrugs, picking up the package. “One more minute?”
“Hurry up. I’m grabbing my wallet, and we’re out.”
She squeals, dashing back to her room, and quickly closes the door, so I head into mine, digging through the laundry for the jeans I took off last night.
I find them in the bathroom, and the second I come out, Davis does too.
She smiles, slings her purse over her shoulder and heads out the door. “Come on, slowpoke!” she teases.
My eyes fall to her outfit.
Same teal shirt, same too-short shorts.
Huh.
The car door opens and closes, letting me know she’s inside it, so I push her bedroom door open, picking up the plastic wrapping that she threw on her bed.
My brows fly up, and I flip it over, viewing the example photo on the other side.
Round and full, a bare ass stares back, nothing but a string disappearing down the crack, but it’s what’s above that, that catches my attention.
The stretchy strings of the strappy lace are sewn in the shape of a diamond, the bottom point resting right at the crack of the ass and hanging from the top center is a dangling diamond.
Panties.
My eyes slice to the floor, scouring from left to right, and sure enough, a purple pair lies bunched at the foot of the bed.
She came back in here to change her panties.
She’s wearing panties meant to be played with.
Meant to be twisted around a tight fist and tugged on, nipped on.
Sucked on.
My dick twitches in my jeans, and I glare at it.
Don’t fucking start, my man. We’ve been through this. You can’t have her. Not now.
The devil on my shoulder smirks, whispering words I want to hear.
No one else can either.
“Yo, we need more of that wine!” Drew shouts, hustling to pour out a row of shots, then moving on to the next drink.
Paula sighs, stretching to snag some napkins and tosses them on her tray. “If I don’t get table four their Tom Collins, those frat boys are going to cause a stir.”
“I got it.” Tossing my towel in the bucket, I slip away, rushing to the basement for another crate of wine. How we ended up with two bachelorette parties and a nifty-fifty party on the same night, I have no fucking clue.
It’s good for business but having half the staff I need on a night like this is the opposite, so I call my boys for a bailout.
“What’s up, fuckhead?” Willie answers the first ring.
“Any chance your brothers are over?”
“Yup. Layla made meatloaf.”
“Bring me some and pour some drinks?”
“Be there in fifteen.”
Thank fuck.
Upstairs, I don’t even have a chance to put the bottles away before we’re opening and refilling glasses. At least we’re getting through this shit. I’ve been sitting on it for weeks now.
As promised Willie, Julius, and Xavier tear through the crowd, and like I knew it would, it draws every female that wasn’t already hovering around the bar, right fucking to it.
Yeah, the Sanchez brothers’ presence made us even busier, but they’re quick with charm and quicker with the shake-off, so it works.
We grind through the orders with ease, bumping and nudging each other all the way through, and finally, a little after ten, we’re on good timing. Taking orders and pushing them out before the next person steps up ready to put theirs in.
“Goddamn, son.” Willie nods, looking around. “You’re getting more and more students than ever. Surprised they’re Ubering this way with two bars down the road from the school.”
“It’s almost the end of the semester. They’re in party mode and there’s more shit to do around here,” X says.
“True.”
Drew walks up, chugging down a glass of water. “Think I can sneak away for a smoke?”
Cutting my eyes to the clock, I nod. “Go out back and don’t be letting anyone in through there.”
He salutes me with a smirk, slipping past.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to find a text from Davis.
Davis: Any chance you have a free table?
Hot pink-ass jewelry.
I frown, shaking off my thoughts.
Me: No. It’s a madhouse in here.
The last thing I need is for her to walk in here with those tiny shorts.
Holding my phone in my palm, I wait for a response, but it doesn’t come quick enough, so it’s stuffed back in my pocket, looking to the group who just slid up to the bar.