Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Sarah and Kat squeal with excitement, and Sarah throws her arms around Jonas’ neck for the hundredth time today. “Thank you, Jonas.”
I stride over to Kat. “Hey,” I say softly.
“Hey,” she replies, her blue eyes blazing at me.
“You ready to earn that nickname of yours, Party Girl with a Hyphen?”
Her eyes flicker at me. “I was born ready, Playboy.”
I hold her gaze for a long beat. She truly is the most spectacularly gorgeous woman I’ve ever beheld. I have the sudden, irresistible urge to kiss her. I lean in, slowly.
“Just as soon as you resend me that email that must have gotten lost,” she says, pressing on my chest and halting my forward progress. “The damned thing must have gone into my spam folder when you sent it earlier this week.”
“Gosh, Kat,” I say. “I didn’t send you an email this week.”
“No?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t have a vagina.”
“Oh, really? Huh. That’s too bad.”
“It’s too bad I don’t have a vagina?”
She smirks. “It’s too bad you didn’t send me that email. I was really looking forward to reading it.”
I smile at her. She might be the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever beheld, but she’s also the most stubborn. Jesus God. “You’re not gonna get what you want this time, no matter how sexy you are,” I say. “So you can stop banging your head against the wall. Wouldn’t want you to bruise that pretty forehead of yours.”
“You obviously don’t know me at all. I don’t back down,” she says. “I only get more determined.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
She squints at me. “We’ll see.”
“I guess so.”
She stares me down. When I don’t look away, her cheeks flush. She clears her throat. “Why don’t you ask Henn to come with us to dinner?” she says. “Since we’re obviously just gonna have a friendly dinner and nothing more, the more the merrier, right?”
“Great idea,” I say. “Henn, you wanna join us for dinner?” I call to him sharply, but I don’t take my eyes off her. My cock is rock hard. I’d pay any amount of money to have her sitting on it right now.
Henn doesn’t reply.
“Yo, Henn?” I call to him, devouring Kat with my eyes. “You wanna join us for dinner, man?”
“Oh, Josh,” Henn says. “How many times do I have to tell you? You can wine and dine me all you like, but you’re never gonna get me into bed.”
Kat chuckles.
I step close to her and brush her cheekbone with my fingertip, and she abruptly stops laughing.
She parts her lips and lifts her face like she wants me to kiss her. My cock is straining for her.
I lean down and brush my lips as close as humanly possible to hers without actually making contact. “Laugh it up, Party Girl,” I whisper. “But Henn’s not the one I’m gonna wine and dine and get into bed tonight.” I pull back from her face and wink.
Eleven
Josh
“Hard four!” the dealer yells.
“Woohoo!” Kat shrieks.
“You’re on fi-yah, sistah!” Sarah shouts. She shakes her ass into Jonas’ crotch, and he gropes her ass and hips.
The dealer pushes a stack of chips at Kat and she leans over the craps table to collect them—which, of course, gives me the perfect opportunity to ogle her backside. Jesus. That sequined mini-dress of hers is barely longer than a men’s dress-shirt, and holy shit, she’s working it hard. Endless, toned legs. Sky-high heels. Long, tousled blonde hair cascading down her back. And a tight little ass to cap it all off. In summary, the girl is smoking hot. Gorgeous. Sexy. Beautiful. I can’t come up with enough praise to do her justice. She’s physical perfection.
An old dude in a Hawaiian shirt on the other side of Kat leans into her shoulder. “What number ya feeling, Blondie?”
Kat picks up the dice. “I’m not sure,” she answers. “I’m just gonna bet the pass line this time—I’m not getting a vibe.”
“Oh, I’m feeling a six for sure,” Sarah says confidently, wiggling her ass into Jonas’ crotch again. “I’m feeling hella sixy right now, baby.”
Jonas presses himself into Sarah and wraps his arms around her. “Oh, my precious baby’s feeling sixy, is she?”
“Yes, sir, baby-sir,” she says. “Sixy as hell.”
Jonas throws a couple thousand bucks in chips onto the table. “On six,” he says to the dealer, his free hand running up and down Sarah’s torso. “Always bet on Sarah Cruz.”
“Hard or easy six?” Hawaiian Shirt Guy asks Sarah, clearly hanging on her every word.
“Easy,” she answers.
Jonas nibbles her neck and pulls her hips into him forcefully. Jesus. Who the fuck is my brother right now? I’ve never seen him act like this with a woman, ever. He’s acting like... me.
“Oh my,” Sarah says, laughing. “Easy six... and hard... Jonas.”
Jonas bursts out laughing.
Kat and I look at each other, grimacing.
“I don’t know whether to swoon or barf,” Kat whispers to me and I chuckle.