Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Lydia sighs, and I can already see the wrinkle lines around her eyes form. She has three rugrats, all older, and I’m sure that I’m far worse than all of them combined. It’s also why I try not to give her a hard time either. I try. God loves a trier even when you fail.
“Fine. Pay her what you need.”
I hang up on Lydia, and place my phone on the counter.
“You owe that woman a lifetime holiday in the Caribbean or some shit.”
I snicker, reaching for the peanut butter and scooping some out with my finger, spreading it over my toast.
“That is disgusting, Dion,” Shiloh purrs from behind me, and I swing around in my chair, bringing my finger to my mouth and sucking off the peanut butter. She watches the movement slowly before standing up straight and further making her way into the kitchen, stepping around Sparrow for the fridge. “You guys know where Malyk is?”
I shake my head, looking between her and Sparrow. Not long enough for it to be obvious, at least not for her. “Nope. I wouldn’t think too much into that. Malyk is kind of like a bat—” My eyes flash wide. It’s true. Not entirely lying. Teasing her is fun. The way she squirms like she doesn’t want to be fucked by all three of us at the same time. Some of us are having way too much fun with it, and by some of us, I mean Malyk and me.
“Right,” Shiloh murmurs, pouring a mug of coffee. She peeks up at Sparrow beside her. “What time do you guys leave?”
Her long brown hair is that perfect brunette color. The kind that lightens slightly in the sun but looks black at night. It matches her golden skin tone from being out in the sun every day, all year round. Shiloh has always been attractive. Even when she was younger, she was a pretty kid. But her now? Everywhere she goes, people stare. I don’t think she actually realizes how damn hot she is, and it irks me to think why. Sure, I hated her joining The Game. We have history—real fucking history—shit that neither of us has spoken about yet, but both of us have kind of shoved under the rug. That doesn’t mean I’m blind. She is an actual ten, with her bright blue eyes, brunette hair, two deep-set dimples when she smiles, and teeth so white and straight, I would have thought she had braces if I hadn’t known her most of her life.
“Three.” Sparrow takes an empty mug and places it into the dishwasher. The fucking OCD on him.
“And what time are these people coming?” she further asks, crossing her arms in front of her, which pushes her tits up. It distracts me from what I was going to say, which had something to do with how easy and effortless we all seem to move around each other.
I clear my throat, readjusting myself.
“Four.” Sparrow moves around her, almost like he’s doing anything he can to not touch her and go near her. Ha! Fucking bastard. I knew he for real wanted to fuck her, and it wasn’t all a ploy. Well, well, well…Sparrow fucking Dixon actually wants to put his dick inside something outside of where he usually goes.
Shiloh leans against the counter. “And who—” Her eyes fly up to the sliding door just as it slams closed. “Where have you been?” She’s getting far too comfortable asking questions.
I push up from my chair, staring at Malyk as I pass him and noticing the droplets and bloodstains on his black hoodie. “Yeah, Boo. Where you been?”
Malyk flips me off, ducking out of the kitchen. “The gym. You think this body is carved from anything else but iron?” He flashes her a wicked smirk, and I watch as her cheeks flush red.
She’s not gullible; Malyk is just good at hiding shit.
Rolling my eyes, I wash my hands before drying them with a cloth. Twisting it around, I whip it against the swell of her ass that pops out of the bottom of her shorts.
She yelps, covering herself a little too late. “You’re such an asshole.”
I step into her space, caging her in with both arms on either side of her body. She whimpers at the movement, rolling her lip beneath her tongue. It’s cute how she’s so fragile. “I kind of want to break you open. See what’s in this little heart you have.”
She bats her lashes up at me, and it’s taking all of my self-control to not grab her by the throat and force myself between those legs to see what she feels like wrapped around my dick.
But I mean, I guess that’d be breaking the rules. The rules I care about—the law can get fucked.
I almost forgot she was staring up at me when she flashes a wicked smirk. “Just surfing.”