Chapter Three
HOLY s**t WAS my d**k begging to come out and play. I had more wood than Yellowstone National Park. It wasn’t just the noises in the other room that were making me horny, either. It was her. Sure, she was beautiful, with those come-f**k-me emerald eyes and that chestnut colored hair that I knew would feel good in my fist when I was banging her from behind. But it wasn’t only that. It was something else that was starting to suck me in and I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Looks like your friend is a screamer,” I said, leaning back against the counter after hearing Krystal scream again. I took another swig of beer. “Good thing the meeting is downstairs or there’d be hell to pay. Slammer doesn’t like distractions. Especially when he’s not the one involved in it.”
She rubbed he
