Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Without even saying anything, she stood as if mesmerized and made her way over to us.
“Hey,” she breathed, looking us over. I knew what she saw. Two hard, hungry men, black hair, handsome as sin, looking like we could dominate her small form, swallow her and eat her alive … twice.
“Hey,” was all I said back, my twin not saying anything at all. And with that, it was on. Candy was in my lap in a second, her little lips on mine, one arm reaching for Kato even as her hand slid up my thigh slyly.
Normally this would have been a go, Kato and I would have dragged her outside, to a hotel, to our sleeping quarters, hell wherever, the back of the joint. But somehow, the chick’s kiss left me cold, unmoved, curiously uninterested. Her lips were dry, too thin, not the plushy, pillowy softness of Tina’s, like I was kissing a plastic mannequin with no verve, no vivid, pulsing life, begging for my touch.
And her ass, that ass was just way too fucking bony, I could feel her skeleton jutting into my thighs, angular and pointy, sharp as razors. Fuck, this sucked. We wanted heft, juiciness, a round butt that would jiggle when you smacked it, let out a resounding thump if you dropped her hard on your dick.
So Candy wasn’t it. She was right for some other dude, but not us. I broke off the kiss, scooting her off my lap, placing her back on her feet. The girl wobbled unsteadily, bracing a hand against the bar, looking up at us through glazed eyes.
“What, what is it?” she breathed unsteadily. “I’m ready, I’m not on the rag, what’s holding you back?”
And Kato snorted at her language. That’s the thing, we usually don’t mind dirty girls, but lately super-gritty wasn’t doing it for us. Sure, we want someone with a dirty mind, who’d roll around in the gutter with us, but we didn’t want her to be a full-on ho, a ghetto girl who’d never improve.
So I kept my expression impassive and turned back to my drink.
“Naw, just not feeling it baby,” I rumbled casually. “See ya around.”
And surprisingly Candy flew off the handle then.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she screeched. “I’m just as good as any ho around here, what the fuck? You think I’m not enough?”
This outburst was just more evidence that she was totally wrong for us, but Kato stepped in smoothly.
“Of course you’re enough,” he soothed, pulling on his beer. “But just not for us.”
And the woman went even more ballistic then.
“Well, you’re not what I’m looking for either!” she screeched, her face mottling as she tugged the hem of her dress down, straightening out the bodice. “You two are poor sailors, you’ll never be anything,” she spat. “I’m looking for someone with possibility, a future, and you?” she said gesturing with her hands. “You’re just fat zeros.”
And at that my hackles raised, Kato growling under his breath, our eyes shooting daggers.
“We don’t hit women,” I said slowly.
“But I’m tempted,” my twin finished.
And the girl came to her senses then. Throwing her hair over her shoulder, she shot us a glare before slinking away, but not without one last parting shot.
“I bet you’re gay!” she shrieked before the crowds surrounded her, obscuring her from our gaze.
And my bro and I shared a look before we turned back to our drinks. Gay we definitely weren’t, and it was so off target, so absurd, that the slur didn’t even bother us.
“Whatever,” he grunted.
And I shrugged silently. To each their own.
“Sorry man,” said Harvey, magically materializing with a dish rag in his hand, wiping the bar clean. “I really thought Candy was your type. Didn’t think it’d turn out such a shitshow.”
“No worries,” I rumbled. “Doesn’t always work out, plenty of fish in the sea.”
But that’s the thing. We didn’t end up with anyone that night, not at that port stop, and not at the next one either. Kato and I basically were celibate, living like monks, our thoughts consumed by only one woman, a brunette with hazel eyes. But where was Tina? How the fuck would we find her again? The chances were slim, we didn’t know her last name, her address, her anything … so it was impossible, come to think of it.
TINA
Kristian pulled me inside the bar, his big form insistent, tugging on my arm.
“Come on, you’ll like it baby girl,” he rumbled, “I promise,” he smiled, making googly eyes at me.
And I had to laugh, he was so silly, so alpha and yet so silly at once. I’d literally just sucked him by the side of the road, let him run his big dick up my backside, and now here we were, laughing and comfortable like we’d been dating for years.
“Kristian, stop!” I giggled, panting breathlessly, my voice trailing off as we stepped inside. Because this was no fancy hot spot. I mean, I wasn’t expecting razzle dazzle, but I wasn’t expecting something crass either. The place had sawdust on the floors, the furniture broken down and sad, the bartender a wizened old dude who’d seen better days.