Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Chapter 13
DREX
“You’re drunk,” I say to the girl curled up on my lap. She’s smiling happily as though this day hasn’t happened.
She nods lazily, wrapping both her arms around my neck before kissing it. My breath hitches, and she runs her tongue across my skin, forcing my body to tense. Why is she doing this?
“You need a minute, Drex?” Sledge asks, amused as he and Liza watch us.
I think I was speaking to them, but I can’t remember what the hell I was saying when Eve’s moans vibrate against my neck.
Liza doesn’t trust the girl in my lap. At all. Her devout loyalty to the club makes her question the intentions of everyone.
“Nah, we’re good. She’s just drunk,” I say casually, ignoring the fact my cock is punching my zipper, intent on getting at the sexy ass in my lap.
Colleen rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath about prostitution and lightweight drinker. Eve really can’t hold liquor. Two screwdrivers and her eyes were glossy. After three, she looks ready to pass out.
But I wanted her drunk. You learn a lot about someone when you rip the filter off.
What I wasn’t expecting… “Shit,” I murmur under my breath when she suddenly straddles me and starts kissing my neck harder, raking her teeth over the skin before sucking it.
I love her lips—so full, soft, and too damn inviting. I pull her closer, letting her lick her way down to my chest. The second Mack eyes her ass, my hands go to it, covering it possessively.
These damn shorts might be a little too short.
Shit. Why the hell do I care if he looks?
Her lips travel back up and she grinds herself against me. I can’t fight back my groan as I pull her closer. She feels so damn good.
“Gross,” Colleen growls while standing. “I’m going home before Drex fucks his whore in front of us.”
“Watch the way you speak to him,” Liza warns, glaring at Colleen like she’s about to claw her eyes out.
I just laugh.
“She’s mine, but she’s no whore,” I say fondly, reveling in how Colleen’s temper flares to match her red hair.
Eve rewards me by only pressing closer, and Colleen leaves without a backward glance.
Deciding I should go enjoy my drunk toy, I stand, keeping her in my arms as her legs grip against my waist.
“Night, boys.”
They all chuckle as I make my way out, and I allow Eve to devour every inch of my neck, ear, and jaw along the way. But when her lips reach mine, I pull back, forcing her drunken attempt to miss and hit my cheek.
“No kissing, baby,” I murmur, smiling at the scowl she tries to restrain.
“Why?” she asks when I reach my room.
“Not my thing. Plus, kissing only leads to what we’re already planning to do. So it’s a little pointless,” I say, grinning when she leans in and tries to kiss me anyhow.
I drop her to the bed, and a loud breath leaves her lips. She watches as I pull my shirt off, and her bottom lip slips between her teeth.
“Get your clothes off,” I order. My fucking cock is pounding against my zipper right now, making me regret the decision to bypass boxers earlier.
“You want them off, then kiss me,” she says, earning a small smile from me.
Drunk, mouthy, aggressive, and barely wearing any clothes, she looks like a fucking wet dream on my bed. She’s finally making this fun. I’ve always enjoyed a little feistiness. She was starting to be annoying with all her compliance.
“I’m not breaking my rules. I’ll fuck you, and we both know you won’t try to stop me. But it’s cute that you’re showing some backbone.”
She scowls at me without restraint this time, and I bite back a grin. I might just keep her drunk all the time. It’s actually pretty damn entertaining.
“I’ll be back. When I get back, be naked,” I say on my way to the bathroom.
After I finish brushing my teeth and taking a piss, I walk in to find her naked. But she’s also curled up in a ball and sleeping. Well, passed out is more accurate.
If it wasn’t so damn cute, I’d probably be pissed. She’s had a long day, so I’ll let it slide.
I look at the couch and the bedding folded on top. She never did make her bed.
I guess I’ll have to do it, but I need to see what I can figure out about the damn FBI agents on my ass right now.
After grabbing my laptop and the security code I’m not supposed to have, I settle in beside her and pull up the FBI database. Eve turns and puts her arm around my waist as she snuggles against me, subconsciously getting closer to me as though she’s seeking security.
She looks so fragile and scared. Right now, she’s holding onto me as though I make her feel safe. That’s just fucked up. I’m the worst person for her to feel safe around.