Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“I don’t doubt it.” She pushed against me again, the friction enough to force a little bit of pre-come to the tip of my dick. I was so into dry humping her that I didn’t notice Bellamy skirt by me until he slapped my shoulder. “We sold out,” he said. “Let’s roll.”
Reluctantly, I let go of Monroe and started toward the truck. I made it to the pickup, only noticing Monroe wasn’t with us when I opened the door. I grabbed Bellamy’s arm when he went to climb in the back and nodded toward the fire. “Go get her.”
His brow wrinkled. “You go get her; she’s your girl.”
“The hell she is.”
A small smile pulled at his lips. “So, she’s fair game?”
My fist balled.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “What I thought.”
I shoved him. “Go get her before we leave your ass.”
“Yeah, dude,” Wolf shouted from the front, cranking the engine then laying on the horn.
With a laugh, Bellamy started across the field. The best thing that could happen right now was for us to drop her at home and me to spend a few minutes with a bottle of lotion, jerking her out of my system. I stood by the truck, watching Bellamy try to wrangle Monroe. She swatted at him, flipped him off, then staggered a few steps. When he tried to help her, she punched him in the arm. I almost laughed when I jumped over the side of the truck. She was feral, that was for sure. When they headed toward the truck, I climbed into the passenger seat.
“Where’s my brother?” I asked Wolf.
“Said he had a ride.” He checked the rearview mirror and chuckled. “She’s like an angry chihuahua.”
“She’s a pain in the ass.” Or a pain in the cock. Whatever worked.
The back door opened, and Monroe shouted at Bellamy before he shoved her into the cramped extended cab. “Jesus Christ. Do you ever stop talking?” Bellamy exhaled before climbing in behind her and slamming the door. And... Drunk Monroe kept bitching.
Wolf glanced at me, and I jerked my chin toward the back seat.
“Just drop her at the entrance of the park, Wolf.”
“No.” Her hand landed on my shoulder. Tangled hair covered her face when she leaned between the front seats. “I can’t go home drunk. Take me to Jade’s.”
Wolf shot a glance at me as he put the gear in reverse. “How ‘bout we leave her here?”
I shrugged. “Where’s the weirdo’s house?”
“By the cemetery?” Wolf chuckled.
Jade did look like the kind of kid who would hang out by tombstones, lighting candles, and call a séance or some crap. Wolf threw it into drive. Leaves crunched under the tires, and the car bounced over ruts.
“It’s near...here.” Monroe huffed.
I glanced at her in the rearview. “You don’t know where she lives. Do you?”
“Of course I do.”
“Well, figure it out, or we’re dropping you at the trailer park.” I wasn’t taking her back to my house, and we weren’t going to drive around for an eternity trying to find her friend’s house.
The headlights moved over the trees. Wolf slammed on the brakes and pointed through the dirty windshield on a cackle. “Look at your brother, dude.” The lights were shining right on Hendrix going at some girl he had bent over in the woods. Wolf lowered his window, then leaned out and shouted, “Get it, dude. Get angry at that pussy!” He tapped his horn a few times before pressing the gas.
Hendrix swung a victorious arm in the air, then smacked the girl’s ass. No dignity whatsoever. Everyone in the truck laughed—except, of course, Monroe.
When Wolf finally pulled over in front of the trailer park, Monroe was snoring. The truck idled on the shoulder of the road.
Wolf glanced from Monroe’s passed-out ass to me. “You gonna carry her?” I knew nothing about Monroe. For all I knew, I could cart her drunk ass up to her trailer and some beer-bellied man would stagger out onto the makeshift porch, toting a shotgun.
“Hell no.” I glanced back at her, head resting against the window. “Just take her to my house.”
Wolf kicked the car around, and we headed back down the deserted stretch of highway. “How about we drop her at Harford’s?” Bellamy said from the back, and my jaw ticced a little. “Bet he’d love that shit.”
“I’m not a pussy delivery service.” A small flare of anger ignited inside me. Sure, it would be a slap in the face to the prick if I dropped her on his stoop. Most likely give me the chance to give him the beating of his life for laying his hands on her. But I sure as shit wouldn’t put her in that situation.
The truck sputtered through the slums, weaving between the beat-up cars parked along the side of the street until the headlights landed on my sagging front porch, and we all climbed out—except Monroe.