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Max covers his mouth with his fist, coughing to cover the laugh. Yeah, she’s going to run me through the wringer tonight, that’s for sure.
And goddamn, I can’t wait.
“What’s the plan, killers?” She grins.
“She told you, huh?” Max huffs, squeezing Julia’s stomach, eliciting a yelp from her almost immediately.
Tasha shrugs, “I know I should care, but…I don’t. From what I hear, he was awful and…well, it is what it is. Julia trusts you, so why shouldn’t I. Also,” she turns her head to face me and screws her face up in disgust, “sound travels in a cabin, asshat. The only way you’re getting your cock sucked is if I remove your ribs and force you to suck it yourself.”
I burst out laughing, sitting up and draping one of my arms over her shoulder. She snickers but doesn’t remove it. “Baby, where the hell have you been all my life?”
“Running…from you.” Tasha scoffs. But by the look on her face, she’s anything but disgusted by me, and I know for a fact that she’s just playing hard to get. But it’s okay, “If there’s one thing I love…it’s the chase of a beautiful woman.”
Tasha rolls her eyes so hard I think she might see her brain. Ignoring my comment, she looks at Max and Julia. Taking my time, I rake my eyes over her, looking at her and committing her entire form to memory. Curvaceous, check. Beautiful smile, check. Funny, double-check.
Bright green eyes that shine like fucking Jade, full pink lips, and a dusting of freckles along her beautifully golden-tanned skin. She’s far from good-looking. Tasha is absolutely stunning and clearly a larger-than-life character in and of herself.
Not to mention her thick red hair that sits in loose waves against her shoulders. Not quite copper but not quite red, it sits somewhere in between, and all I can think about is wrapping my fist around it and dragging her to the floor, ordering her to get on her knees and?—
“Seeing as neither of us are going anywhere as of yet…you got any alcohol? If I’m going to sit with two murderers and my best friend who gave one an alibi…I’m going to need something to relax me cos this…” she points between the three of us, “is weird as all hell.”
I really need to get a grip.
“We stocked up on food and drink for the next few days before I head back to work.” Julia shrugs.
Heading back to work?
I don’t think so, sweetheart.
There's no way Max will allow that.
She clearly has no idea who he is.
“We’ll talk about that later.” I hear him say, clearly trying to whisper in her ear but failing miserably.
CHAPTER 26
Tasha
The entire ride up here,I spent envisioning my best friend’s body mutilated. Chopped into a million pieces orstabbed—a murder documentary in the making. All I had to go on was a spotty signal leading me to her approximate location. Several times, it showed her as in the fucking lake, which had my heart plummeting thinking she’d drowned. I was ready to murder anyone that got in my way and put that black belt to use. But no. She’s fine. Just dicked down and head over heels for this guy.
I have to say, though, I’ve never seen her look so happy and content. I never thought I’d see that sparkle in her eyes after her mom passed, but every time she looks at Max, there it is. Gleaming away, flickering with happiness. It’s almost gag-worthy.
The guy she loves might be a little fucked up, but if he has Julia looking like this? Well, I think I can forgive him.
I chug the bitter beer back in several long gulps, earning me an appraising look from Rocco. It’s annoying how hot he is with that eyebrow piercing and tattoos crawling up his well-defined arms. It makes me want to trail the design with my tongue.
Wow, that buzz has gone straight to my head, and I feel light on my feet.
I wipe the dribble that slid down my chin with the back of my hand.
“Let’s play a game.”
“What kind of game do you have in mind, sweetheart,” Rocco says, eye fucking the shit out of me. I find myself clenching my thighs together, chasing a semblance of friction.
“First, I’m not your sweetheart. And secondly…” I look around and feel the weight of the empty beer bottle in my hand. I bring it up and, with a wicked smile on my face, point it right at Rocco. “A little spin the bottle.”
“No way, Tash,” Julia says, rolling her eyes.
