Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
She’s all fucking smiles and stomping on the bar as she wiggles those damn hips. The hips I was gripping last night as I fucked her from behind.
Crossing my arms, I decide I’m gonna let this shit play out. Hammy’s already swept two girls off the bar and has one on each shoulder. They aren’t making it easy on him until he turns his back to me and they get a good look at me.
Peaches squeaks, “Oh shit!”
I look back up to Allie to see she finally realizes she’s the only one up there as the others have already noticed how pissed the fuck off I am.
Glancing down into my face, Allie’s eyes turn huge as her sexy red lips make a little O. She knows she ain’t in the best of places right now.
I’m fucking pissed as shit, and now my fucking cock aches so fucking bad I’m about to scream.
“Get the fuck down here you feral cat!” I shout up at her.
“Um, no thanks?” she says loud enough for me to hear.
Reaching up and grabbing her hand, I yank her off the bar before she even has a chance to figure out what I’m doing.
Throwing her sexy ass over my shoulder, I turn to find Hammy standing there with two chicks still over his shoulders, looking at me for direction.
Rolling my eyes, I ask him, “What the fuck are you doin’?”
“What do you want me to do with them, Pres?” he asks.
I’d probably palm my face if I didn’t already have my ol’ lady thrown over my shoulder.
“Take ‘em to a back room and fuck ‘em for all I give I shit,” I say before pushing past him.
Fucking goddamn assholes are still standing in my way before I hear Poster Boy shout at everyone to get the fuck out of my way.
Good fuckin’ thing, I was wonderin’ what his ass was doin’.
Stomping back to the rooms for the officers and guys of the club, I feel Allie start punching me in the back as her sexy ass legs start kicking against my front.
Shit like this won’t do one fucking bit.
I slap my hand roughly across her ass and hear her squeal out quite a few naughty words.
“You motherfucking asshole!” she shouts before renewing her kicking. “Put me down, dammit!”
“Fuck no!” I yell right back as I storm down the hallway. I’m not dumb enough to put this little hellcat down.
“I’m just doing what you told me to do! You told me to have fun!” she bitches at me as I push my bedroom door open and kick it shut.
Marching over to the bed, I drop her ass squarely in the middle of it. I’d keep her over my shoulder like a fussin’ baby if I didn’t think one of her kicks would get me in the nuts.
“I told you to have fun, dammit. Not get on a bar and shake your ass for the whole club,” I say quietly, trying to quell the inner rage that threatens to fly out of me.
“Fuck you, Coy! I was having fun! If you want to have fun in this bed, go find a fucking sweetbutt!” she shouts as she springs off the bed toward me.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I shout back.
Fuck, I was trying to keep my damn temper in check.
“You and all your fucking girls out there! How many of them did you fuck, Coy? One, two, three? All of them?” she asks and there’s hurt in her eyes.
Fuck.
“Allie, we were fucking done with. You died for all I fucking knew in the damn hospital,” I say to her.
Yeah, I fucked a damn few, but it wasn’t like that. I had no emotions or feelings for them. I had no desires for them. The fucking was me relieving pressure.
Relieving all the pain and fucking distance I had to put between me and my heart.
“I didn’t die!” she shouts, and I can tell she regrets saying that the moment it comes out of her mouth.
“You did for me,” I say and my voice fucking croaks at the end.
“Coy, I didn’t know,” she says.
“Yeah, well, you fucking went off and got married. Married to some tiny dick who…” I don’t finish because I know the words are going to hurt her even more.
“I didn’t fucking know!” she screams at me.
“God fucking dammit!” I bellow out as I stare up at the ceiling for a moment.
“Let’s just go home, Coy,” Allie says with sadness and a touch of relief in her voice.
“No,” I say as I look back down at her.
“No? What are we going to do? This… this was a bad idea.”
“No, it wasn’t,” I say, cause now I’m fucking rememberin’ shit.
Rememberin’ all them fucking months and years of torment.
“Coy,” she says as she starts to take off the vest she’s been wearing. “Look, this was… this just isn’t me… Not anymore.”