Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 43102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“Let’s get all of the apps on the menu and share,” Dani suggests as we claim a table and sit. A server appears to take our orders.
“Sounds good to me,” I say, and the others nod in agreement.
Before long, we’re two drinks in, Billie has had to tell a guy to go fuck himself when she went to the jukebox, and I’m feeling good.
I’m so glad I came tonight.
Chapter Two
GABE
Adam leans over the pool table to take a shot at the green stripe, and I don’t even know if he sank the ball because all I can focus on is his fine, hard ass.
Jesus Christ, my man is hot as fuck.
He’s usually in a suit, or at the very least slacks and a dress shirt because he works a swanky job in a swanky office, but tonight, he’s in jeans that mold over that ass and those thighs perfectly. His black T-shirt hugs his washboard abs, broad shoulders, and biceps that make me bite my lip on the daily.
Hot. As. Fuck.
He stands and turns to me, lifts his beer to sip it, then shrugs.
“Missed.”
“I wasn’t watching,” I reply, not bothering to hide my lust. There’s no use in trying to hide it. Adam always knows.
With a grin, he saunters over to me and lifts his hand to the side of my neck.
“You okay, babe?”
“Just enjoying the view,” I reply honestly, and his gray eyes heat as they flick down to my mouth.
As I lick my bottom lip, satisfaction bubbles inside me when his jaw ticks, and he leans in to whisper in my ear.
“I’m going to take you home tonight and fuck you so hard and for so long, you won’t be able to walk straight for a fucking month.”
“Promise?”
“You’re such a fucking brat.” But he’s not mad about it as he closes the gap between us and nips at my chin.
I chuckle when he growls, then glance over to see a gorgeous brunette with curves for days in a stellar fucking red dress walking our way.
Adam notices too and flashes her a smile. It’s not unusual for women to flirt with, or hit on, one or both of us. In the past, before our relationship became serious, we shared a couple of women, but we don’t do it anymore.
That doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy flirting a little.
“Well, hi there,” Adam says. “Do you need us to save you from that jerk?”
Earlier, she walked to the jukebox, and a drunk asshole tried to get handsy with her, but she definitely held her own with him. It was impressive to watch.
“I think you know the answer to that,” she replies with a wink. “I don’t usually need saving from much.”
“Good girl,” I murmur. I appreciate a strong woman. She looks familiar, and I tip my head to the side, taking her in, and it hits me. Holy shit. “Billie?”
“Hey, cousin.” She laughs as I lean in to kiss her cheek.
“You look like you’re up to no good, baby doll.”
“What can we do for you?” Adam asks her.
“I honestly came over here so my friends would pay for my dry-cleaning.”
Adam’s eyebrows climb, and I can’t help but laugh. This will be a great story. “Now we need to know everything. Have a seat, beautiful.”
She slides onto a barstool, and she has our undivided attention. Billie’s my younger cousin, my youngest cousin, actually, on my father’s side. I saw her often when we were kids, but then life takes over, and you see family less and less.
She looks fabulous.
“So we’re all women over there, right?”
“A gorgeous group of women.” I nod and glance over her shoulder, taking in the other women at her table. There’s a redhead with delicate features and big green eyes. I recognize Dani, with her pretty dark hair and sweet smile. But it’s that third woman who just about knocks me on my ass.
“And most of those girls are going home to men tonight. My brothers, in fact, but that’s a long story. Anywho, I’m a little tipsy, and I mentioned that you’re a handsome fella.” She points at Adam, whose grin widens, and I can’t help but chuckle. “But then it was pointed out to me that you’re with him”—she points at me, and I smile back at her—“and I said, what if they want a third?”
Holy fuck.
That makes me sputter and cough, and her eyes widen in horror as she hurries to explain.
“I mean, you’re my cousin so that’s not happening in this or any other lifetime, but the girls don’t know that because Alex and Dani haven’t recognized you yet, and I really wanted them to pay for my dry-cleaning. So I was dared to come over here and ask.”
“How much is your dry-cleaning?” I inquire.
“It averages over a thousand dollars a month.”
“Holy shit.” I blink at her in surprise. “Yeah, I’d do it, too.”