Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“I adore them, just so you know, but I would just like to go out without seeing him.”
Larissa nodded. “I get it.”
Hailey sighed. “I’m so sorry to unload on you like this.”
“That is what friends are for, and we’re friends. Don’t you worry, I’ve got your back.” And she offered the other woman a wink.
Hailey laughed. She knocked back a shot, and Larissa took a sip of her soda.
“You’re going to have to drink with me, at least one shot,” Hailey said.
“No, that’s okay. I am happy with the soda.” She smiled at the other woman, remembering how bad it had felt having just a couple of shots.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Hailey said.
Larissa looked toward her and saw her gaze toward the doorway of the bar. She looked behind herself, and crap on a stick, Big Dick, Kinky, Brick, and several of the guys who were not attached to any women, walked into the bar. There was no way this was a coincidence. She shouldn’t have said anything.
Turning her attention back to the bar, she reached for the shot and swallowed it down in one gulp.
“They’re clearly here for other people,” Larissa said. “Come on. Let’s dance.”
She grabbed Hailey’s hand and quickly tugged her onto the dance floor, trying to get lost between the medley of people. Only, Thursday nights were not as busy as Friday nights.
She looked toward Big Dick, and he was staring right at her. Kinky was with him. Crap. They were also standing where she and Hailey had been moments before. She kept her friend’s attention on her.
“Why are they here?” Hailey asked.
“Probably to have a drink and a dance, or something like that.”
“I cannot get away from them.”
“It’s okay. You and I can have some fun.”
That proved to be difficult. When Hailey wanted to go and get a drink, Larissa kept an eye on Kinky and Big Dick. This caused her to have more than one shot of tequila. She had to keep Hailey moving and away from Kinky. This meant trips to the bathroom, onto the dance floor, knocking back way too many shots.
Hailey wouldn’t go with her to one of the trips to the bathroom, and Larissa couldn’t hold it. The room was starting to spin, and she felt a little sick. She sat down on the toilet and tried to gain focus. The tequila was wreaking havoc on her body. This was not good. She had to tell Hailey they needed to call time, and as she stepped outside the stall, she came face to face with Big Dick.
“Why did you come? Hailey is upset and you had to bring him with you.” That was at least what she thought she said.
“You’ve had too much to drink.”
Was it her, or was his voice taking a long time to speak? The world was spinning. This was a bad idea.
Larissa didn’t know what happened next, as everything went black.
Chapter Six
Big Dick was not a babysitter. Well, he had moments throughout his life when he had to be. Although, taking care of Harlow didn’t exactly feel like a babysitting job. His little sister had always had a sense of adventure.
Holding Larissa over a toilet as she threw her guts up, he should have hated it. She had passed out in his arms in the bathroom at the bar. Kinky was already taking care of Hailey, which didn’t seem like the best idea.
They hadn’t come in cars, but between Brick and Vice they were able to ride back to the clubhouse, grab the cars, and bring them back to the bar, then take their women home. He told Kinky to just help Hailey.
The temptation to spank Larissa’s ass was so great. Throughout the night, Larissa had vomited, and he helped brush her teeth, put her to bed, and he’d already taken up some water, along with pain pills for her. He’s also made a couple of pieces of toast.
He sat in the sitting room, reading one of the cooking magazines on the table, all about Thanksgiving dinner, so it was out of date since Thanksgiving was months away.
Big Dick had heard Larissa wake up, then the sound of the shower running, and not long after, the blow-dryer. He finished his coffee and placed it on the table as Larissa stepped into the room.
“Hey,” she said.
“Morning.”
“Uh, what happened last night?”
“You drank way too much tequila. More than you could stand, and passed out in my arms in the bar’s bathroom,” he said.
She winced. “That wasn’t good.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why did you do it?” he asked.
“I was trying to distract Hailey. I don’t know the full details but she was hurt by Kinky, and ... she just wanted to have a girls’ night, just her and me, because we’re not connected to the club. Then you turned up and made it more painful. I was trying to distract her, to keep her moving around the bar, and that went wrong. Everything that could go wrong, did last night.”