Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Then she touched the pocket pussy that had been duct-taped to my tailpipe—or at least I assumed that was where it had been taped—but was now embedded in her windshield.
“I didn’t do a damn thing.” I shook my head.
“That’s not totally true,” Baylor said from behind us. “You refused to go to the club with us yesterday.”
“I refuse to go to the club, or lunch, with you every day,” I murmured, as movement caught my eye.
My eyes were fastened on Kayla as she bent over her car.
She had on a pair of jeans today that made her ass look incredible. There was a slit in the jeans right under one ass cheek, and I couldn’t see any underwear in that hole. Meaning either she was wearing a thong or nothing at all. My bet was on a thong, but she’d surprised me before.
“Maybe that’s why,” Baylor shrugged. “I, of course, had nothing to do with it. I would’ve known that the pocket pussy wouldn’t have stayed in place given the size of the engine you have in that truck.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Why does he need to go to lunch with you?” Kayla asked.
“It was a team building exercise,” Dante said as he came out of the open garage bay. “What the fuck happened to your windshield?”
I sighed. “Someone thought it’d be hilarious to tape a pocket pussy to my muffler. When I gassed the truck, it shot off of my tailpipe and embedded itself in her windshield.”
Dante blinked and then shook his head.
“I don’t even know what to say to that,” he muttered.
“I’m not paying for that,” I told them.
Then, without another word, I walked to my truck and went to work.
The entire time I thought about Kayla and what she was doing today.
This morning while she sang in the shower, I wrapped my hand around my cock and jacked off to the sound of her voice.
I was so going to hell.
***
Kayla
“Y’all really need to learn to leave him alone,” I told the lot of men that had come to investigate my windshield.
“Why?” Baylor questioned.
“Because,” Dante grunted. “One day he’s going to kill you.”
“He could try…”
“He could try, and he would accomplish his goal because he’s a scary mother fucker. Then you’d be dead, and Mom would miss you at the family dinners.” He inhaled. “Leave him the fuck alone, Baylor.”
Baylor held up his hands in acquiescence. “It wasn’t even me. It was your brother!”
Dante looked at him like he didn’t find him the least bit funny.
“I have quite a few of them. Care to point out which one?” Dante drawled.
Baylor opened his mouth to reply, but then Rafe rolled up in his tow truck, backed expertly into his spot and got out. “What happened to your windshield?”
Baylor started laughing and walked away.
I didn’t.
“Someone thought it’d be funny to duct tape a pocket pussy to Peter Parker Penn’s tailpipe. When he gassed it, it shot off his tailpipe and implanted itself in my windshield,” I explained.
Then we all burst out laughing.
“Y’all are a bunch of fuckers, and you wouldn’t be laughing if that’d hit her,” Dante grumbled as he walked inside.
“Hey!” someone called from inside. “Where are you going?”
“To order a goddamn windshield,” Dante muttered, then disappeared fully into the shop.
“I’ve never been hit with a pussy before,” I said to Rafe and Janie.
Janie pursed her lips. “Well, there was that one time that I fell on you and slammed my vagina into your face.”
“What’s this now?” Rafe asked, walking over to his wife.
He peeked beneath the cover that was over Abrielle’s head and dropped a kiss to her fuzzy black hair.
“Well, there was this one time that we were trying to sneak back into my dad’s house…”
I snorted and walked inside, leaving them to their discussion.
I didn’t need to be privy to what they were discussing. I’d lived it, after all, except that I lived to tell the truth.
“Hey, Kayla?”
I paused as I was passing Dante’s door. Dante was co-owner of Hail Auto Recovery. He and his brother, Travis Hail, had built it from the ground up. Where once it was a family-owned operation, it now employed a bunch of us lowly individuals who didn’t have the Hail name.
Travis was sitting in a chair directly in front of his desk. He had a pencil in one hand, and a phone in the other. He looked harried and annoyed.
Dante, however, just looked resigned.
“Yes?”
He gestured for me to come into his office, and I did, stopping directly next to where Travis was sitting. I raised my brow in question.
And he didn’t beat around the bush.
“We could use you in dispatch today,” he gestured to Travis. “Pretty much, all you’ll need to do is answer the phones and then call the next guy on the list.”
I paused. “On the list?”
He nodded, then gestured to the paper that Travis was holding.