Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“We like to take our time considering any and all offers,” he says in a conciliatory voice. “Your proposal is definitely tempting, sweetheart, but again, we don’t want to rush things. As a result, we’ll consider your offer of a gangbang, but give us some time, okay? We’ll get back to you.”
Then, the three of us turn and leave the sweet girl staring at our broad figures as we depart, surprised and still smeared in our come.
“Are you serious?” Brad rasps to me as we walk away. “We’re not going to hit that? Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl under my breath. “We’ll talk about it later.”
It’s true too because I want to know more about this woman. I want to know about her motives and her aspirations, not to mention why she craves a dirty gangbang. I want to know everything about Carrie … but at the moment it’s better to stoke the fire before jumping head-first into the flame.
CHAPTER 4
James
“So what the fuck was that about?” Brad rasps once we’re back at the penthouse. “That Carrie chick was hot shit! I can’t believe there’s even anything to talk about.”
I just shrug.
“Ask him,” I nod at Casey. “What got to you, bro?”
Casey bends his black head for a moment, deep in thought. But then he raises his eyes and pins us with a stare.
“I don’t want to jump into anything too quick,” he says in a slow tone. “I mean, we got burned by Xenia and I don’t want that to happen again.”
I stare at my buddy.
“Xenia’s history, man. You’ve got to let go. She’s pulling a train for the Cannon Riders now, and the word is that she loves it.”
My friend nods, his blue gaze darkening.
“Yeah, that’s the fucking problem. Women these days are hoes, and we’ve hooked up with one too many. I was in love with Xenia,” he rasps. “And I don’t want to get hurt again.”
I narrow my eyes at Casey.
“Do you hear yourself? You sound like a teenage girl.”
Casey looks right back at me, his hackles rising.
“Shut the fuck up,” he spits. “I know you were in love with her too.”
We’re just about to get into it when Brad holds one big hand up.
“Cool down,” my buddy grinds out. “It’s just conversation. It can’t hurt to talk.”
I roll my eyes but settle back into the couch. To be honest, I completely disagree with that statement. Maybe conventional wisdom says that talk is the best therapy, you have to let your inner thoughts out, don’t bottle it up, yada yada yada. But the fact is that we’re over-talked at this point. There’s no sense in beating a dead horse and I’m fucking tired of discussing the Xenia debacle.
But nothing can change the harsh reality of what happened. Our ex has needs, and her particular needs involve satisfying a dozen grizzly biker dudes. Hell, if she craves that kind of dick, then we’re better off without her. There’s no fucking way I’m getting in a room with eleven other men to fuck one woman. Two works great for me, and any more would be overkill.
After all, discretion is paramount in our lives. I’ve known Casey and Brad since our law school days at Notre Dame, and I trust the motherfuckers. We formed a bond twenty years ago, and since then, have built a business together, in addition to commingling our personal lives. We’re the principals of the Rose Law Firm, and we do good business too. As litigators, we pound our opponents into the ground, and negotiate tricky situations for clients. My partners are the guys you want with you in a firefight, and I know they’d never fuck up in any meaningful way.
So yeah, I understand what my buddy is saying. Casey got hurt with the Xenia thing. We all did. But what can you do? She wants to service a dozen men, and even though some of those dudes look to be in their seventies with huge guts and grizzled beards, that’s her choice, not ours. She craves a particular type of sex, and we can’t deliver, so that’s that. There’s no sense in crying over spilled milk.
But now, a new opportunity has presented itself, and I want to know why my buddy’s so suspicious about a beautiful brunette who’s basically landed in our laps, begging to be fucked.
“So what gives?” I rasp, pinning Casey with a stare. “Why shouldn’t we go full steam with Carrie?”
He nods, his blue eyes thoughtful.
“Well, have you ever thought about why they call them ‘unicorns’?”
I cock my head to one side.
“She’s a unicorn? She doesn’t work for the house?”
Casey nods.
“I called up management at the club today, and they confirmed it. Carrie’s not on their payroll. She’s just a nobody who walked in a week ago, and asked to play. I mean, they’re not going to turn away hot women, so she got put on the schedule immediately.”