A Hard Time – Lucas Brothers Read Online Jordan Marie

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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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My eyes narrow as I realize what he just said. “What do you mean, everything you’ve learned about me?”

His beautiful lips spread into that easy smile that always grabs my attention and sends butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach. “I mean I’m learning everything I can about you, and I like every damn thing I find out.”

“Learning?” I squeak out as he squeezes the cheek of my ass again.

When I was in high school, there were these couples that would walk the halls with their hands in each other’s pockets. I always thought it was weird. Although, I can admit that I wondered what it would feel like to have someone so crazy about me there needed to be a constant touch between us. Now, with Slater, it’s something that could quickly become addicting.

“Marigold,” Green growls. “Let’s go.”

I lay my head down against Slater’s chest. “I’m really starting to not like my brother,” I mutter.

“Tell him to take a hike and let me take you to my place.”

“So, you’re leaving it all up to me,” I sigh.

“Everything we do will be up to you.”

“Including running away?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“You can run, Ace, but you better believe I’ll come after you.”

“You don’t believe in moving slow, do you, Slater.”

“Well, I thought we had been. You seem to be giving me a green light, so I’m not going to let you look back.”

“Slater stop groping my sister’s ass!” Green calls out.

“Green, leave me alone before I kick your ass,” I yell back. My body moves against Slater’s as he laughs. When I look at him, his humor makes his eyes sparkle. “If we do this, it doesn’t mean anything,” I warn him, ignoring the panic I feel as I say the words.

One of his eyebrows cocks up and I can tell he’s not a fan of what I just said. Crap, maybe I shouldn’t have listened to Kage. “Say what?”

I pull away slightly and his hand leaves my pocket. I instantly miss it.

“I was thinking we could be kind of a friends with benefits arrangement.”

“Marigold Lucas, are you offering to be my fuc—”

I slap my hand over his lips. “Keep your voice down,” I huff, and I know my cheeks are bright pink because I can feel the heat on them. “I’d rather you not announce what we will or won’t be doing to the world, Bat-Boy.”

His dark eyes just keep staring down at me. I’m pretty sure I upset him. Then, something flickers in his eyes. I see it—even though I have no idea what it is. He grabs my hand, kisses my palm, teasing it with his tongue.

“If that’s how you want to play this, we can do that. Although I have a few demands of my own,” he finally says as he brings our hands down to his hip.

“You do?” I ask, hearing my nerves bleed through my words.

“Yeah. First, I’m okay with this arrangement as long as we’re exclusive. I need to know you’re not running from my bed to someone else’s.”

His words make me smile. I was going to demand that, and it makes me feel better he did. I’m not going to tell him that, however. “God, you’re being such a girl right now, Bat-Boy.”

He smirks. “Does that mean you agree?”

“Yeah,” I murmur. “Is that all?”

“I want you in my bed on the weekends—”

“Hey, I have—”

He shakes his head to keep me from talking. “Except on the weekends you have to work. I want you in my bed. I’d go to yours, but since you’re living with your mom. That makes mine better.”

“You’re being really bossy,” I grumble.

“I think you like it like that.”

“I think you’re delusional,” I gripe, knowing he’s also kind of right. “Anything else, Bat-Boy?”

“You need to decide how you’re going to play this right now.”

“I’m sorry?” I question confused. “I thought we just decided that? We’re friends with fringe benefits.”

He shakes his head like he doesn’t quite agree with me. “That’s not what I mean. I’m saying that you need to decide if you want to announce to your brother what we’re doing or if you want to do this more in private. I will go with whatever decision you want.”

I look at him. Then, I look back at my brother. I frown. Is he hoping I tell him I want to keep this quiet? He backed off us going out tonight easily. I force myself to study Slater’s face. How does he want me to answer?

“Green might give you hell,” I hedge, still not sure what Slater would prefer. I’m kind of mad at myself. I pride myself on being straight forward and here I am, not sure of what to do.

“I’m a big boy,” he answers. “I can handle it.”

What the hell does that mean?



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