Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Charlie grinned and pointed at Jegs. “Just stay the fuck put.” He looked at Breck. “You ready?”
Breck gave a nod, determined to make Jegs eat his words.
But right as they readied to do their little jig, two very inebriated females called out from the crowd, “No, wait!”
Breck and Charlie swapped looks, then turned and peered behind them. A pair of little hotties were eagerly shuffling their way forward, and they were definitely small in the literal sense. Neither one was more than five foot— Breck cursed, recognizing them both. The brunette was that knockout Charlie recently scored with, but the other was a honey he had hit it with in the past.
Jade, with eyes to match her name. Lean, tight body. Smooth brown skin. Thick black lashes. Long blonde dreads with the top pulled back into a sexy knot. Even wasted, she radiated confidence like a supernova, fully aware that she was drop-dead gorgeous. And thus, she expected all men to delight in her approach. Which, in fairness, most definitely did. Even Breck had, the night they’d gotten together.
Things were different now though, and he wasn’t feeling it.
Dragging over a chair, they parked it between Breck and Charlie, then clambered atop it, putting them at a comparable height.
“We come bearing good luck,” Jade announced.
Aw, fuck. Here it comes.
Both mamas turned with smiles to their respective recipients. Charlie laughed as his flung her arms around him and planted a kiss on his grinning lips. Onlookers hooted. Breck braced as Jade turned his way, her green eyes flashing with clear intent. She grasped his shoulders.
Ugh. Her hands were little. And cold.
So utterly opposite to what he’d grown accustomed to. He relished Kai’s hot, strong grip, and now Jade’s made him want to shudder.
“C’mere, handsome.” She beamed. “A kiss for good luck.”
But right as she leaned close and closed her eyes, Breck turned and gave her his cheek. Instinctive. Done entirely without thinking about how she’d react, or how it’d look to the crowd. Her lips made contact, then stilled. Onlookers howled in laughter, no doubt assuming that Breck had done it as a joke.
Thank God. They could’ve assumed far worse. Like that he wasn’t interested in the ladies anymore. And they would’ve been correct. At least, partially anyway. He wasn’t interested in anyone, regardless of their gender, if that person wasn’t Kai.
Jade leaned back and eyed him with a puzzled look. He forced a grin—then grunted as her body flew abruptly into his. Charlie’s honey had lost her balance and knocked her over. Jade’s arms snapped around him as her tits crushed against his chest. She smelled like perfume and Mike’s Hard Lemonade.
Breck cursed under his breath, steadying them both. “Damn, girl,” he laughed tightly. “You better get down. It’s not safe way up here for a little thing like you.”
“But your good luck kiss.”
He pointed to his cheek. “Received.”
She pouted, but he ignored it and set her back on the floor. Charlie did the same with her friend, then eyed Breck, perplexed.
Breck shrugged and shoved the chair away. “You ready, dog?”
And just like that, Charlie’s drunk ass refocused. “Hell yes.”
On three, they lunged in opposite directions, then lobbed their balls toward Reggie and Jegs. Bouncing off their opponents’ chests at the perfect angle, they ricocheted downward into their pyramid of cups. Both hit their mark. The audience exploded with cheers. No doubt, to them, that’d been a spectacular feat.
In fairness, though, this game was all but tailor-made for basketball players. Jegs and Reggie could’ve easily pulled off the exact same move.
Which they turned around and did, to save face.
Five minutes later, the game concluded. Breck feigned another grin, bumping fists with Charlie and then the losers across the way.
“Rematch in thirty,” Jegs laughed. His glazed eyes scanned the vicinity. “Right after I find me some high-octane good luck.”
“Pssh,” Charlie scoffed. “Ain’t no amount of luck gonna put you on our level. Even with your height and reach advantage, we still handed you your ass.”
Jegs’ eyes narrowed, his lips curving into a smirk. “We’ve just been butterin’ you up, my guy. Next round, there’s gonna be carnage.”
Charlie cracked up laughing, and then the banter was on, verbal jabs flying as they ambled off toward the keg.
Breck shook his head, then glanced at his phone. Nearly one in the morning and still no response from Kai. Breck had sent him a text earlier, wanting to talk. Or more specifically, to apologize about last night. What a dumpster-fire debacle that’d been.
Fortunately, upon returning home, after Breck had changed back into his regular clothes, Kai had clued him in on how Dom District kept people like Jackson from talking. Three words: security camera footage. In other words, if Jackson talked, they’d start leaking videos. To his school. To his friends and family. Then a full-fledged assault over social media.