Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Or something. You have a good night.”
I go to walk around him, but he grabs my arm, pulling me to a stop, and I round on him, my patience long gone.
“Oh, hell no,” I yell in his face. “I said don’t fucking touch me, you asshole. Who the hell do you think you are? Keep your hands to yourself, or I’ll remove them from your ugly body.”
“You’re a fat cunt,” he says, holding his hands up. “Jesus, try to be nice to a bitch.”
“No. You weren’t being nice. You were being a slimy, creepy, predatory asshole. No one, not one woman in this bar, wants that from you or anyone else. Learn some fucking manners, you piece of shit.”
I walk away, and the guys at the pool table applaud.
“We were about to come help, but you didn’t need it,” one of them says with a proud smile. “He won’t bother you again.”
“No. He won’t.”
With my chin high, I return to my table, and my friends are all watching me with wide eyes.
“What?”
“You’re so fucking badass, Bee.” Alex shakes her head. “Like, I would do you right now.”
I laugh and take a sip of my drink. “I don’t get assholes like that. Get some liquid courage in them, and they think they’re the boss of everything. I’d have punched him if I had to.”
“Have you taken self-defense classes?” Skyla asks me.
“I have four older brothers,” I remind her with a smirk. “They taught me to punch before I started kindergarten. That asshole doesn’t scare me. I outweigh him by a solid fifty pounds.”
There’s a heartbeat of silence, and then more laughter around me, and the jerk is forgotten.
We all get up to dance, and when we return to the table, we order fresh drinks—because you just never know—and eat some more of our food.
I admit, the room is a little fuzzy from the alcohol and the endorphins of a good night spent with my girls.
“I’m so getting laid tonight,” Skyla says with a sloppy smile. “I know it’s your brother, Bee, and I apologize, but holy shite, the man knows what he’s doing. He can do this thing with his fingers that I can’t get enough of.”
“Ew.”
“Bridger, too,” Dani agrees. I feel a little sick to my stomach at the thought of my brothers having sex. “The orgasms are insane with that man. And his mouth! He says the sexiest things.”
“Yes!” Skyla high-fives Dani, making me blink. “The orgasms! I didn’t know it was possible to have that many in one night.”
“If you keep talking about my brothers”—my words slur slightly—“I’ll talk about yours, my Irish friend.”
Skyla laughs, waving me off. “I don’t honestly care. Connor’s almost forty. The man obviously has sex.”
“And he’s too good at it.” I don’t know why that makes me grumpy. Probably because it’s been so long since he did it with me, so he’s probably moved on to having it with someone else.
That lucky bitch.
I want to kill her, whoever she is.
“Anything new happening there?” Alex asks, and I shake my head.
“Nothing’s going to happen, either.”
“You never know,” Dani replies, but I sigh and eat a mozzarella stick.
“I’m pretty sure I know. Okay, maybe I should get Connor off my brain and have sex with one of these lucky men tonight.”
I turn in my chair, and we scan the room. The guy at the pool table, the one who told me he’d make sure the asshole didn’t bother me again, is handsome. He’s muscular with blond hair and blue eyes, and his forearms are sexy when he leans over the table to shoot at a ball.
“I think the one you’re looking at is gay,” Alex says, leaning toward me.
“Why?”
“Because he’s been holding hands with the other hot guy all night.”
As soon as she says that, hot pool guy walks over and kisses the other hot pool guy, and I grin.
I know that guy.
“Well, damn.” With a fresh idea in my mind, I grin at my friends. “Wait. Maybe they’re bi, and they’d like a third.”
I smile at the girls, who all whoop and clap and encourage me to go ask.
This is gonna be hilarious.
“I dare you to go ask them that,” Dani says. “You’re safe. We’re right here. Do it. Right now.”
“What do I get if I do it?”
“Free yoga classes for the rest of your life,” Skyla offers.
“You already give me that.” I laugh at her as she frowns into her glass.
“Oh yeah.”
“I’ll pay for your dry-cleaning for a month,” Dani says with a knowing smile and winks as she sips her drink. “And I’m not kidding.”
“That’s a lot, friend.”
“I know.”
“I’ll split it with you,” Alex offers, getting in on the action.
“I’m in too,” Skyla says. “We’ll pay for your dry-cleaning for a month if you go ask those sexy boys over there if they’d like you to join them with their … sticks.”