Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Tysen’s hands in my hair, his firm hold on my hips, my legs wrapped around his waist, and him watching as he glides in and out of me. He didn’t have to say much; the demands were all in the way he held his body and us moving together like two people who had been with each other for years. If only he’d called me, which he didn’t, and he hasn’t, proving the point further. One night with a pilot was all about our mutual satisfaction, nothing more and nothing less. Now, it’s time to put everything in the past and work toward the future. And I’m doing that today.
2
TYSEN
“Tell me the good, the bad, and the ugly,” I say, sitting in a chair with two fingers of scotch with a splash of water in the cut crystal Johnny likes to keep on hand. All of us are here at the club tonight, a rarity since we’re all coming and going. A few have families now or like Asher, who has one on the way with Lennie. Kennedy and Trent are trying, wanting to give Briar a sibling without there being even more of an age gap. Then there’s Johnny and Winnie; they’ve got Sebastian, her nephew, except he’s been formally adopted, and the way there are with one another, none of us were surprised when they made the announcement about her pregnancy.
“All is good on this home front. Both clubs are doing well, memberships are up, problems are down for the time being,” Johnny says. He’s got a drink sitting to his left and is scrolling back and forth on the security feeds. There’s a reason why everyone flocks to Undercover Lovers and Night Moves—the place is pristine, you don’t have to worry about someone slipping something in your drink, and the atmosphere is a fucking vibe.
“Jagged Edge has a couple of jobs that we’re behind on. Got more work than we have manpower. I’m going to open up the website for applications, might see about bringing on another general contractor. I’d like to be able to look at the bids coming in and pick up more but can’t do that as it stands right now.” Jagger is the majority owner of the construction business. He runs the day-to-day operations, and whenever we can help out, we do. The others have done more than I’ve been able to with starting my new business venture.
“Put it in the works,” Asher grunts, tacking on, “We’re all only getting busier. Not fair to put the bulk of the load on you when shit gets busy.” I nod in agreement and take a sip of my drink. The burn from the alcohol hits the back of my throat, causing me to clench my teeth.
“Good idea. The way this group is going, I’ll stay busy at the clinic with all the babies you’re in the process of making.” Luke, the doctor in our group, announces. He’s standing near the window, hands in pockets, and says this over his shoulder. Luke must have gotten off work and hit the club before going home if his scrubs are anything to go on.
“Only trying to keep you in business,” Trent says from his seat in a club chair across from Johnny’s desk.
“Well, if we’re done talking about Luke looking at women’s vaginas, I’ve got an idea to run past everyone,” Jude chimes in.
“Jesus, man. Warn someone, will you,” Crew says, trying not to choke on his drink.
“Good one, man,” Jagger says to Jude; they pump knuckles. Sometimes, they’re so alike it’s scary; other times, they’re polar opposites.
“Alright, get back to your idea. It’s late. I’ve got cases to look over and a hot meal in my future that doesn’t consist of diner food.” Matthew moves the conversation back to Jude. Except the fuck just dropped a bomb of his own.
“Care to elaborate?” I ask.
“Yeah, who’s the woman cooking for you, and does she want a real man to slide in your place?” Jagger states.
“Fuck, you did it now, man,” Trent replies.
“Jesus Cristo, finish your conversation, then we’ll get back to whatever Jude wanted to discuss, and maybe we can all go home some time tonight,” Johnny says through laughter of his own. He drops his head, shoulders shaking, and the added effect is when Trent and Asher join in.
“Nope, get one of your own.” Matthew seems to be hot under the collar. Our friend must be hiding shit, and son of a bitch if my own conscience doesn’t have me battling with asking Jude for a favor or biting my tongue. Luckily, Trent inserts himself into the conversation and keeps me from talking.
“Jude, please, for the love of everything in the world, get to the point of your conversation, or we’ll be here all night.” Trent looks up from his phone.