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239 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 31, 2020
I keep reminding myself that Storm's real name isn't actually Storm. It's Ren Stanwood, and he's former FBI.
Finally, and with great care, I say, “Don't treat me like a bitch.” His eyes narrow to slits. “Don't act like one.”
“That's not exactly what I was talking about, but whatever. I'm not down for having Perry's sloppy seconds or whatever you're giving him.”
I gulp, the comment so hurtful that the sensation is like having a bite of spoiled food.
His inhalation and subsequent exhalation sound painful. “Be with Perry. I can't help you with what happened.”
I need to get blasted or get in a fight. Or do some hardcore fucking. That last is probably what I really need.
Until Kendra. Fuck, she's not even anything special, not really. Needs to gain some poundage. Tiny tits.
Perry is Puck's best friend, and let's face it―Puck thinks I'm a dick because of what went down with Candi and our mutual sting over a year ago.
“Anyway, I can't do that shit. The feels. Kendra needs somebody to talk to, and I just want to fuck, shit, and eat. Period. The brotherhood lets me do that. I don't need a bitch to worry about.”
“Fuck yeah,” I mutter against her wet snatch, drilling my digits as deep as they'll go. Crystal squirms, and I clamp my hand around her wrists like a vise, planting partial weight to keep her still.
She chased me around tonight after Noose left. And I tried to abstain. Noose's warning rang in my head. But damn. Kendra's face was an image I couldn't shake.
Crystal shouts at the suddenness. This girl has been ridden hard and put away wet, but it's still a raw entry in the front door.
Yeah, a good blow-off of steam. Needed a hard fuck to get off. But already, my mind turns to Kendra, and I clench my teeth.
“Nah, don't want regular. Just wanted a cum dumpster.”
Then she smiles, and I don't like that one fucking bit. Not one. It's the smile of a person who's got a secret that won't be working in your favor. “Cum dumpster, huh?”
Got to get the interlude with Crystal off my cock. Somehow, it feels wrong to have been with the bitch. Because of Kendra, even though we're not even technically a thing.
Storm lifts a shoulder then lets it drop. “I can fuck whoever.”
I've talked to Vipe and told him he needs to get rid of some of the club whores who are kinda psycho. Like Crystal.
“First time I was raped, figure I was probably seven or eight.” Oh god. “Storm...”