Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
He doesn’t even bother to take her down to the dance floor. I shake my head and roll my eyes for the millionth time and fight not to shove this chick’s hand off me. I’m not interested in any of these girls who have surrounded us. I would have had them bounced right up out of here any other night.
Glancing at my watch, I work my jaw and frown. What the fuck is taking Emilia and Oni so long? I sent Mario out to wait for them thirty minutes ago.
“This place is lame tonight,” the girl on my left says.
I grunt. She’s right. It is. I’ve been ready to go.
I’m getting ready to say fuck it when the crowd parts and Mario comes into view, followed by Emilia. The chick on my right starts to whine about leaving and glides her hand up my arm. That’s when Oni comes into view.
My mouth runs dry, and my pants tighten. How does this girl become more beautiful every time I see her? Disappointment hits when it looks like she’s going to turn and walk away.
I was expecting a little more fire from my little car thief. However, Emilia stops her and whispers something that causes Oni’s face to transform completely. She throws her shoulders back and lifts her head.
I’m in awe of how she commands the room around her. She looks like a model on the runway as she saunters over to the area we’re sitting in and gracefully takes the seat farthest away from me.
I can’t take my eyes off her, but she won’t spare me a glance. Licking my lips, I take her in. Her nipples, pushing at the thin fabric of her outfit, grab my attention. When she crosses one thigh over the other, the clear heels on her cute little feet come into view.
“Should we get another round?” I call out, not taking my eyes off her.
“Yes,” the one with her hands still on me says in an annoying, whiny voice.
“We’ll take two frozen daiquiris,” Emilia says from beside Oni with a smile.
“Actually, I’ll take a Sex on the Beach. It can still be frozen,” Oni says.
I work my jaw but nod for Mario to place the order for everyone. Pop would kick my ass for this, but I won’t allow her to drink too much and no one’s going to harm her.
I’m pissed as the guys who don’t know any better now have their attention on my girl. The hungry looks they’re giving her have me ready to pull my guns. Not a single one of them will ever have her on a beach or anywhere else.
However, I add it to the list of places I plan to have her once I claim her fully. I take a calming breath and pull it together. I can’t lose my shit tonight.
“Maybe after this round, we can head out. There’s this party not far from here, or we can hang at your place,” the handsy chick says in my ear.
I pluck her hand out of my lap before she reaches what she’s looking for. It’s not for her. I’m hard for the one who won’t look at me.
“I don’t think so,” I reply, still not looking away from Oni.
Our drinks come and Oni starts to suck down the large fruity drink. I know she feels my eyes on her. I lift my glass of water to my lips and keep my eyes narrowed.
I never drink when I’m out like this. I always have water in my glass. Let everyone think I’m getting shit-faced. I always learn who’s willing to try me.
“Come dance with me,” Emilia stands and says to Oni.
Oni finishes her drink and nods. I follow them with my gaze as I sit back and place my arms over the back of the sofa I’m lounging on. Redman’s “Let’s Get Dirty” bumps through the speakers as they make it onto the dance floor.
I’m not surprised when Oni starts to roll and snake her body to the beat. All that New York attitude comes out. I’m not going to lie, Oni is the baddest one on the dance floor.
When she turns her back to me and throws her arms in the air as she sways her body and rocks her hips, I nearly lose it. That cute ass of hers is jiggling in that thin excuse for a romper.
I can’t tear my eyes away from her back as her bare skin starts to glisten with sweat. Images of taking her from behind while holding her tits and pounding into her fill my head. I’d fist those braids in my hand while getting so deep inside her she would feel me for weeks.
I shift in my seat and clear my throat. That’s not going to happen anytime soon. As if reading my thoughts, she turns with her arms still in the air and bends her knees as she rocks her hips like she’s riding me. She drops low and winds her hips as she comes back up to her full height.