You Kill Me (The Prospect Series Book 3) by Maynard Glenna & Martens Dawn

Author:Maynard, Glenna & Martens, Dawn [Maynard, Glenna]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-09-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Trinity

“You want anything?” I ask Killer while he fills up his gas tank.

“Grab me a water and beef jerky.”

“You got it.” I leave him to it and go in to grab our snacks and use the bathroom. I approach the counter an see the bitch behind the register staring at Killer. The way she’s lookin’ at him is pissing me the hell off. “You think my old man’s hot?” I wink and grab a pair of hot pink heart-shaped sunglasses from the display.

“Uh. No. I mean, I guess. I um.”

“You. Um. What? I saw you looking at him, bitch. It’s okay. I know he’s hot. God, the man does things with his tongue and his big fucking cock.” Her face goes red and I laugh. “Maybe if we pass back through, I’ll let you try him out.” Her face pales. “I’m kidding.” I grab a few more snacks and put on my sunglasses. “How do I look?”

“Great.” She gives me a funny look that I don’t like.

I narrow my eyes on her behind my shades. The door dings and Killer walks in. “Hey, baby. Looking cute.” He steps up and throws a pack of baby wipes, bungee cords, and lighter fluid on the counter. The girl looks at his choices and her hand shakes when she rings him up. “Going camping,” he tells her.

I pop my sucker in my mouth and suck it hard puckering my lips at Killer.

“Fuck, baby.” He grabs his crotch.

I grin. “You know brownie here behind the counter thinks you’re hot. Do you think she’s cute?”

“I’d let her suck it with a bag on her head.” He chuckles

I look back at her and she’s fucking terrified. “Well?” I prompt.

“Your total is thirty-five dollars and sixty cents.”

“No, sweetheart. Do you want to suck my man off with a bag on your head?”

“Please pay for your stuff and leave,” she whispers, trying to sound strong. She doesn’t, which makes me want to laugh and scare her some more. I have a feeling this bitch would piss herself.

“Oh, my god. She thinks I’m serious. That’s sweet.” I toss some cash on the counter.

Killer blows her kiss and grabs our bag as she looks like she’s about to pass out.

We get out to his bike and he can’t stop laughing. “Did you see her face. Bitch probably pissed her panties.”

“I didn’t like how she was looking at me.”

“Tell you what. If that little cunt is working next time we come this way…she looks at you like that again, I’ll cut her eyes out.” Damn, is this what it means to swoon?

“Careful, Killer. Sounds like you might be falling in love with me,” I singsong, skipping toward his bike.

“There’s no fucking maybe about it,” he mutters so low I barely hear it. Hearing it causes me to almost trip and go face first into his backside. Holy shit. I’ve never done love, never wanted love, but this man was made for me, and just maybe I’m falling in love with him too.

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