Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“So it looks like the plan is working,” Cason drawls to me while setting the sheet cake down on a table. “You think our date will survive?”
I shake my head, watching as more Madewells crowd around Kiki, now standing innocently with a red drink in her hand.
“I don’t know. We threw her into the snake’s nest without any preparation, and now she’s going to be hounded until she can’t talk anymore. But here’s to making it out alive,” I say dryly, while passing my brother a cold Corona. We bump beers and then both take swigs. “I certainly hope she comes out with her smile intact, and that big bottom still swinging.”
“Yeah,” my brother grunts, his blue eyes sealed to where our brother-in-law, Troy, is practically bent sideways trying to impress Kiki with some kind of ridiculous pantomime. Troy has always been such a wannabe, but hey, he’s married to Becca so we have to tolerate him. Cason grimaces as Troy makes a funny face before wiggling his hips like a hippo. “I just hope Kiki doesn’t come out of this hating us. Wouldn’t be the first time someone quit the Double C their first week on the job.”
I nod because hard labor isn’t for everyone, and the life of a ranch hand can be taxing both mentally and physically.
“Yeah, but this would be the first time someone quits because she’s fucked us both and also can’t stand to see our faces.”
“True that,” my brother grunts before we clink bottles again.
Fortunately, things seem to be going pretty well. Troy eventually leaves, and then Kiki chats with our sister June, while kids run up to the women to ask for snacks, show them tricks, and generally clown around. It seems our girl loves children because she beams whenever a mite tugs on her hand, and gives them her full attention, which of course, makes the child shine.
I stare at the beautiful blonde, my mind churning. What would it be like to see Kiki swollen with our child, her features smiling as she glows with pregnancy? What would it be like to see her nursing a baby at her breast, her golden head bent as she feeds our child? My heart contracts, and beside me, Cason jerks.
“Fuck,” he growls as Kiki bends down to tend to our niece, Ella. It seems Ella fell, bursting into tears, and it’s Kiki who’s comforting the sobbing child. We both stare as the gorgeous girl takes Ella into her arms for a hug, and for a moment, their blonde hair mixes to make them one.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he rasps under his breath, blue eyes fixed to the scene.
“I think so because it seems she has a knack for kids,” I reply.
“You want to knock her up?” he asks.
“I damn well sure do, and you know it.”
Our words are obviously fucked up. We haven’t even had three conversations with the young woman. Yet we already know that Kiki is warm, womanly, with a gorgeous smile and the curves we crave. She’s slutty in bed, too, which is a requirement for a couple of motherfuckers like us. There’s no way we could be with a woman who only does it missionary with her eyes closed and the sheets pulled up to her chin.
“So what do we tell Hart?” my brother grunts. “He asked us to give him our honest opinion.”
“Tell him we see no red flags,” I shrug. “It’s the truth.”
My bro exhales, his blue eyes still glued to our girl’s voluptuous figure.
“Let’s hold off for right now,” he decides, “because we don’t know her well enough yet.”
I shrug.
“Yeah, makes sense. Hart can wait for a full report later. It’s not like he’s getting married or anything, so no rush. If things become urgent with Hart, he’ll let us know.”
After all, our buddy Cameron Hart put in a weird request a while ago. He said he’s dating a woman who’s sexy as hell, but who comes from a shady family. Even crazier, she was separated at birth from her identical twin, whose name happens to be Katherine Thornton. Yes, it seems Kiki was adopted away from her biological family as an infant, and has no idea that she has an identical twin sister floating around out there. It seems she has no idea that her biological father was an abusive drunk either, or that Cameron Hart, billionaire asshole, is having her observed. Worst of all, my brother and I are the observers taking in the sweet girl’s every move without her suspecting anything.
Like I mentioned, Cason and I are straight-up motherfuckers on a mission … and Kiki just doesn’t know it.
8
Kiki
“Okay, what was that about?” I ask while stepping into the Big House. I turn to face the twins with a frown on my features and my hands planted on my hips. “Seriously, why didn’t you tell me that was a family event? I thought we were going to a neighborhood shindig.”