Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Don’t fucking talk. Just suck it.” Wide, ecstatic eyes dance up at me like she won a prize. Her lips close around the head, slurping like she’s trying to get ice up a straw. Kitty’s image burns in my mind. My head hits the wood panel behind me, and I grip a handful of her hair, pushing her down on my shaft. Teeth scrape up my cock, her head bobbing like there’s a spring in her neck.
Kitty’s smile, laughter, lips, tongue, her hot, wet pussy—a warm ache seeps into my spine and pulses through my cock. I’m going to cum. Tugging Claire’s head back, she releases me with a popping sound. I grip my cock and aim it down at her tits. White ribbons of cum spurt out, covering her chest, dripping off her peaked nipples. When the wave subsides, my teeth grit. She’s not fucking Kitty. Disgust settles in my gut and anger pounds in my head.
When I don’t move or say anything, Claire licks her lips and pushes a hand up my stomach. “What are you thinking?” she purrs, trying to be seductive.
On a heavy exhale, I push her hand away and tug my jeans up. Gripping the door handle, I open it. “I’m thinking I still remember my name.”
And I sure as shit remember Kitty’s.
CHAPTER 24
BAD FRIENDS
KITTY
“No fucking way!” Green jumps to his feet then sits back down in the next breath.
Rogue holds up her hands. “Beginner’s luck,” she defends, scooping the pile of cash across the tabletop toward her.
Turning his drunken glare to me, he accuses, “Have you been teaching her? Was this a setup?”
Paranoid asshole.
“No, you just suck.” I slap his arm when he tries to take some money back from her winnings.
“I bite,” she warns, snapping her teeth. Monster’s deep, dark laugh draws her eyes, a smirk curling her lips. Rogue has a tell, tapping her finger when she has good cards, but I thought it would be funnier watching Green squirm.
“The pack is unlucky,” he declares in a huff, folding his arms over his chest.
“Or you suck,” I reiterate.
Stroking the pad of his thumb over the ten of clubs, Monster says, “Did you know the colors represent night and day?”
“Really?” Rogue questions.
“Cards symbolize the calendar,” he informs us.
“Bullshit. If they did, why are there fifty-two cards and not twelve?” Green scoffs, twisting his lips.
“There are twelve court cards for the months and fifty-two for the weeks, genius.” Monster hands the pack to me, keeping his gaze fixed on Green. The bastard is scary when his focus lands solely on you.
“How do you know this stuff?” Green asks, lines crinkling his eyes. I search for similarities to his brother but find none.
“I know everything,” Monster says, matter-of-factly. His phone buzzes, and he puts it beneath the table surface to read the message. “I have to go.” Scooting his chair back, he gets to his feet.
Rogue tracks his departure, the mirth gone from her pretty face. “I’ll be back,” she says before taking off after him.
“What’s that about?” Green screws up his face in confusion. “One more game?” Green jerks his chin toward the cards I’m shuffling.
Callan’s shadow creeps over his form, big hands resting on his shoulders, making him startle. “I need to talk to my sister.”
Green gets to his feet and joins his brother at the table behind us without a word.
Looking around the room, Callan frowns. “Where’d Rogue go?”
The truth is on the tip of my tongue, but I find myself lying on her behalf. “Bathroom.” I don’t know why I lie. There’s nothing going on between them, but there is something she’s not letting on about. I can feel it.
Spinning the chair around, he straddles the seat, folding his arms on the backrest. “Anything you want to talk to me about?”
Leaning back, I pick up my drink and swirl the ice in the glass. “Since when do we talk?” I snort. Dark eyes bore into me, the vein in his neck throbbing.
“I’m your brother. You can come to me with anything. You know that, right?”
“You’re being weird. What’s going on?” Unease settles in my stomach.
His eyes flick over his shoulder to Chris and Green. “I heard the new brother may have a thing for you.”
Thud.
“Who told you that?” My brows lower.
“Does it matter?”
Slamming the glass down, I lean toward him. “I don’t know, does it?”
Taking a measured pause, he cranks his neck. “Claire said there’s some friction over you with Cutter and Wheels.”
My hackles rise, every hair follicle pimpling on my skin. The pulse of my heart hammers in my ears. What the fuck does the bitch know about Chris and me, and how did she get to him and Cutter having friction? I rack my brain for an answer, glancing at Chris. He’s nursing his drink, lost in thought, and Cutter left twenty minutes ago. Not that I’m paying attention.