Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Which is?”
She walks toward me. “He’s gone and got himself a girlfriend.”
When I open my mouth to protest, she places a finger across my lips.
“Come on, we’ve done enough jabbering. Let’s go party.”
She loops her arms through mine, and we leave the bathroom together.
When we return to the party, I see Ares leaning against the bar talking to Earl and Dolly. But there’s a tall, leggy bombshell standing next to him. And she’s standing very close. Her bare arms are pressed up against his, and her curvy hips tilt toward him seductively.
“And there’s Tawny-Ann, trying to get Ares’ attention again,” Cinnamon says. But she doesn’t say it bitchy. I’m starting to realize she doesn’t have a bitchy bone in her body. “You watch, he’ll untangle himself any minute.”
To his credit, Ares seems unaware of Tawny-Ann’s closeness. Or her attempts to gain his attention. Either that, or he’s not interested. But then she reaches up and runs a palm down his back and starts rubbing his lower back, and he’d have to be dead not to notice.
When she looks up at him, she bats her lashes and digs her teeth into her lips as she gives him serious come-fuck-me eyes, and I hate the pang of jealousy that hits the amygdala region of my brain.
An urge to pull her off him via her extensions makes my fingers twitch.
But Ares straightens, turns away from her, and starts to walk our way. He’s holding a glass of whiskey for me, his focus all on me.
And I can’t suppress the smile.
Beside me, Cinnamon lets out a little squeal and whispers in my ear, “Yep, just like I said… that boy is smack bang all yours, darlin’.”
Ares doesn’t leave my side for the rest of the evening.
Much to Tawny-Ann’s disgust.
Throughout the night, I notice her staring at him with a look of determination in her eyes I’ve seen before. Mom used to get it when she was scoping out her next meal ticket.
We’re seated at a booth talking to Venom and Dakota Joe when she decides to make her next move.
“I’ll Make You Love Me” by Kat Leon is playing as she walks over, looking like an Amazonian goddess with Ares clearly in her scope.
I take in the golden skin and legs for miles. Not to mention the big, beautiful boobs spilling out of the leather fringed crop top she’s wearing.
I glance down at my chest.
I’m the Great Plains of Montana while she’s the Rocky Mountains.
Completely different terrains.
“Hey, baby,” she says to Ares, her tone dripping with seduction. She leans down, and her short skirt rides up to expose everything to everyone behind her. “How about you and I hit the bar for some tequila shots. I’ll let you lick the salt off me.”
My jaw hardens. Is she actually making a move on him?
She studies his face, her glazed eyes hooded, her tongue sweeping over her shiny lips. “Then maybe you could show me your room and lick me in other places.”
Fire burns through me.
Hell, she’s not just making a move, she’s making the move.
Right in front of me.
Venom and Dakota Joe glance at each other.
Ares ignores the offer. Instead, he introduces me, “Tawny, I want you to meet Rory.”
She doesn’t bother looking in my direction. “Why?”
“Because I’m introducing you to my girl,” he says gruffly. “Show her some respect.”
She shifts her inebriated gaze to me. “They call me TA,” she says with a smirk. “Because clearly, I have the best tits and ass in here.”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “Or maybe because your name is Tawny-Ann?”
The look she gives me is pure frost.
She turns back to Ares. “Is she really your girlfriend?”
I answer for him, “Tonight, I am.”
It’s not enough for her to back away. She’s drunk and horny, and she knows exactly who she wants to scratch that itch. Obviously, she doesn’t think I’m any kind of threat to her when she runs a nail down his big arm and smirks. “When you get bored of her, you know where to find me.”
Itching to wipe that smirk from her lips, I lean forward. “Hey, tits and ass girl, how about you back away from the table and go find another boyfriend for the night.”
I ignore her gasp of indignation and turn to Ares. His eyebrows are raised, surprised by my aggressiveness. While I’m ready to pee on him to claim him as mine because this girl makes me feel all kinds of possessiveness, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I raise an eyebrow at Ares. “I think you’d better show me your room.”
ARES
I close my bedroom door behind me and the sounds from the party fade.
Rory sits on the end of the bed and leans back seductively.
And damn, she looks good on my bed.
She raises an eyebrow. “So this is where you make all those club girls moan your name?”