Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
I took a swig of my beer. “Let’s get out of here.”
Reese smiled. “Fantastic. Let’s exchange numbers in case we lose you to the speed limit.”
Admittedly, walking through my garage at home with River and Reese in tow made me more alert. They’d snagged the last spot for guests, and the moment they’d stepped out of their car, I’d sensed a shift in the air. They exuded a predatory energy, though thankfully without the stranger-danger worry that I might end up on the news as a missing person.
I had no idea how this was going to play out, if one or both wanted to get involved, but one thing was certain. I was gonna get fucked, and something told me I’d feel it tomorrow.
In the elevator, I felt the need to address something. I cleared my throat, locking eyes with River briefly in the mirror. He stood behind me, leaning casually against the wall. Frustratingly unreadable.
I shifted my gaze to Reese next to me. “In Baltimore, you expressed your aversion to protection.”
He tilted his head, pensive. “No, I expressed my aversion to unnecessary rules. How I fuck someone is up to me and whoever I’m drillin’ my cock into.” He flashed a smirk and clapped me on the shoulder as the elevator dinged and slowed to a stop. “Don’t worry, Lucas West. You’re safe with us.”
Heh.
He stepped out first.
I swallowed and fidgeted with my keys, and my stomach tightened with anticipation and nerves.
River was next, and he paused next to me. “But if we can fuck your tight throat without rubbers in the way, we’d prefer that.”
Jesus.
Shock tore through me at the same time as my mouth fucking watered. It was the longest sentence he’d spoken to me, and he’d chosen his words well.
I found the right key and picked up the pace, suddenly more eager to have a one-night stand than to find new friends. I could find friends tomorrow. Friends were everywhere.
I let the twins enter first, and a plan formed in my head. Get them a drink, excuse yourself… I needed a quick trip to the bathroom.
My apartment was by no means large, but I loved it. Past the hallway, it opened up to the kitchen and then the living room behind it, the space bright and open.
As soon as I switched on the lights, Reese let out a low whistle and walked farther in.
“So this is what a place looks like if you actually decorate it,” he mused. “We should try that, Riv.”
I wasn’t sure my place was the best inspiration for that. My walls were bare, because I didn’t have the tools to drill into brick. But I had bookcases and shelves with stuff.
River frowned. “We have furniture.”
“So does a furniture store,” Reese retorted. “Doesn’t make it a home.”
I smiled to myself and walked behind the kitchen bar that separated the area from the living room. “Would you like something to drink?”
Reese looked interested. “What do you have?”
I opened my freezer. “Gin, vodka, white rum.” I had more in my liquor cabinet, but none of it was cold. Then the fridge. “Ginger ale, orange juice, tonic water, and Coke.” I made room for him to peruse. “Feel free to play bartender. I need to go to the bathroom. There are snacks in that cupboard too.”
“I like snacks,” he said with a nod.
He was in luck. I went through periods of obsession with chips…
The twins had made themselves at home by the time I returned some ten minutes later. Not only had they figured out how my old stereo worked and put on some bluesy rock—a CD I was fairly sure belonged to my dad—but they’d gotten comfortable on the couch with drinks, snacks, and… Well, Reese had stripped down to boxer briefs and was currently fist-deep in a bag of cashews.
The sight was so comical that it washed away any traces of surprise. Then again, did I have anything to be surprised about? We all knew where this night was going, and if I could, uh, make myself presentable with my bathroom routine, Reese shedding some clothes was nothing.
Still. This was weird. And funny.
Reese grinned when he spotted me. “Hey, gorgeous. Did you get your asshole prettied up for us?”
I stopped short, and it felt like he’d dumped a bucket of cold water over me. Water or embarrassment. Or defiance—or anger!
Who the fuck was this guy?!
I made eye contact with River. “Is he always like this?”
He shrugged a little and took a swig of whatever drink he’d mixed. “More or less. It’s how he digs for information. It ain’t subtle, but it’s effective.”
Information about what? And how exactly? Through shock value?
“If there’s information you want about me, you could start a conversation and ask,” I pointed out. “It’s how normal people get to know each other.”