Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
“Oh,” I sigh, my gaze falling to the ground. “I shouldn’t be surpri—wait. We? Who’s we?”
“Huh?”
“You said when we were packing your things.”
“Oh,” he says, looking all too proud of himself. “Me and Riley. He wanted to help, though come to think of it, he wasn’t much help at all. He was more interested in snooping through your underwear drawer.”
My eyes bug out of my head. “Tell me he didn’t.”
“Wish I could, babe. That asshole was strutting around in your thongs like he was preparing to walk the Victoria’s Secret runway. And just for future reference, that was the exact moment your mom decided to walk in.”
A long groan tears from deep in my chest, and I try to put the thought of Riley wearing my thongs to the back of my mind as we make our way inside. The noise hits me straight away, and Tanner was right, while it’s just our friends here, it sounds like a raging party. Music flows from the back room as loud chanting, shouts, and laughter attempt to drown it out.
“What the hell?” I breathe as we weave through the mansion, Tanner rolling his eyes, all too accustomed to the guys’ usual bullshit.
“Welcome home,” he mutters, his voice so velvety smooth as he curls his strong arm around my waist, prompting me to glance up into those dark, stormy eyes I love so much.
God, I could keep this man forever, and if he dares deny me, I’ll have no choice but to lock his ass in my basement just so no other dick-stealing whore can have him.
We make our way past the kitchen to the living room when I bring myself to a stop, staring in at the chaos. “Hoooooly shit,” I mutter to myself. The couches have been shoved back against the walls as three massive beds take over the room, creating some kind of temporary hospital. Addison sits cross-legged in the bed on the far left, making eyes at Hudson across the room as Jax claims residence of the middle bed, sprawled across it like he didn’t just suffer a near-fatal stab wound. The third bed, the one I assume is supposed to be mine, currently has Riley standing on top of it wearing nothing but my red lace thong, his dick and balls spilling out the sides as he beats his chest like a fucking gorilla.
“Hey, if it isn’t my new best friend,” Riley cheers, seeing me at the door with Tanner.
He jumps from my bed and strides toward me, moving too fast for this to be comfortable. He wraps me in his big arms and thankfully doesn’t squeeze. “I take it this means you finally took a dump?”
I gasp and shove him off me before glaring up at Tanner, who looks as though he doesn’t know what the hell Riley’s talking about. Lucky for him, Riley grabs me and starts pulling me into what will be my new shared room for the next few weeks … or until things with my mom start to improve. “Check it out, mother-fuckers, our girl is back.”
Everyone cheers as I roll my eyes, but before I even have a chance to sit, Logan strides in wearing the very nurses’ outfit I’d imagined for Tanner while back at the hospital. Bottles of painkillers and medications line the silver platter he holds in one hand. “Never fear,” he announces, putting his other hand on his hip and posing like Superman. “Nurse Logan is here.”
Riley laughs, the booming sound way too close to my ear as Chanel follows Logan in, holding a few bottles of water for the patients. They visit Addison first and start sorting out her medications, and as I perch on the edge of my bed, Riley grins at me. “I plucked a few pubes and hid them under your pillow for you,” he says with a wink as my jaw drops, more than ready to burn this bed to the ground. “You know, for those long nights where Tanner just ain’t doing it for you. We’ll always have each other, babe.”
“Thanks, Riley,” I say, giving him a stupid grin as I place my hand on my chest. “You’re honestly the most thoughtful person I’ve ever met. How would I ever survive if you weren’t around?”
“I know,” he says, placing a hand to my shoulder, his dick way too close to my arm. “It’s a shame, but you have to learn to live without me. This fine piece of man-meat can’t be held down. I’m a ladies’ man, Bri. You’re gonna have to learn to let go.”
“It’s hard,” I tell him. “But I think I can do it.”
“That’s the spirit. You’ve got Tanner, and I know he’s no match for the mighty dicking powers of my schlong, but he’ll have to do.”
“The fuck is going on over here?” Tanner questions.