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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God he’s a work of art.

“Marigold, I think you should stop seeing him.”

“What?” I gasp, turning to look at my mother. Of all the crap I thought she might tell me about Slater, it wasn’t this.

“Honey, he’ll split you apart,” she murmurs, still in a dick-induced haze.

“Damn it, Lovey,” Dad snaps. “Son, if you want to keep all your appendages, you’ll get some clothes on or else you’ll be carrying your junk around just like you are that fake one you got in your hands.”

Slater looks down at the dildo in his hand as if he’s just realizing he is still holding it. He throws it down. I walk over to him, grabbing his pants that are on the floor and toss them to him. Slater frowns at me, gives Turbo an evil look, but puts his pants on. I join in with Mom’s hypnotized state as he pushes his dick in his pants. I really shouldn’t be able to get turned on with my parents standing so close by and a Guinea pig in my hands—and yet I do.

“Let’s get downstairs,” Dad says putting his hand as Mom’s back and leading her to the door. “Son, you come downstairs you better have all your damn clothes on.”

“Yes, sir,” Slater says, clearing his throat.

“Come on, Marigold,” Dad scolds.

“But I—”

“You’re coming downstairs,” he orders, not leaving room for argument.

I sigh and look over at Slater. “Do you see what you’ve done? Now my dad is mad at me. Why couldn’t you just go out the window like a normal boyfriend?” I complain, walking toward the door.

“Because I’m not a boy, baby. I’m a man,” he growls back.

“Yeah, a man who was scared of a little Guinea pig,” I huff.

“It’s not a Guinea pig! It’s a damn rat.”

“I’m kind of sad you made him put pants on now. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything quite like that,” Mom says, shaking her head mournfully. “You know, Marigold, I saw this guy on a TV show once that said he had the world’s largest dick. It was like thirteen and a half inches and over eight inches wide. Slater might miss the width a bit but I’m thinking he could give the guy a run for his money in length.

“Lovey—”

“Don’t worry, Jan. There’s no way I’d want something like that. Your dick is just fine for me, sweetheart.”

“Gee thanks,” Dad says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Can we not discuss my dad’s or my boyfriend’s dick anymore?” I almost cry.

“I’m okay with that,” Dad agrees.

“It’s not that I want to discuss it as much as I can’t get it out of my head,” Mom says. “Speaking of heads—”

“We’re not!” Me and Dad say in unison. Mom looks at us in surprise and then starts laughing. “Let’s get down to the kitchen. I’m going to have to cook extra to make sure Marigold’s feller has enough sustenance to keep that thing up.”

“He doesn’t need to keep it up around my little girl,” Dad grumbles.

“I have a feeling the forbidden fruit has already been tasted, Jan, honey,” Mom says patting Dad on the back as we make it back to the kitchen.

Dad looks at me and my face is so red by this point that I’m surprised I don’t explode into flames.

I may kill Slater.

CHAPTER 24

Slater

Suddenly, the tables have turned, and I’d rather climb out of Marigold’s window instead of walking into this kitchen with her parents. I suck it up. I’m a man and I’m her man. I’ve been through worse things than this—although I can’t think of any right now.

The air is so filled with tension that it’s hard to breathe. It’s not my imagination that all eyes are on me when I walk in the room, either. I feel her dad’s the most. He’s boring a hole into me, and I have a feeling that if the women weren’t here, he’d be tearing into me. I guess if things were reversed, I’d be doing the same. Jansen Reed might be older, but I got a feeling he could make a man hurt if he wanted to—and I really thinks he wants to when it comes to me.

“Hey,” I mutter feeling out of place as I walk over to Marigold who is sitting at a huge ass wooden table. I lean down to kiss her, and she pulls away.

Well, fuck.

“Ace,” I grumble.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” she hisses.

“Get attacked by a killer rat and bang up my knee?” I grumble sitting down beside her on the bench and scooting her over—even if she tries to stop me from doing it.

“It wasn’t a rat!”

I look over at the damn animal which is now in a cage and staring at me, twitching its damn nose, his hair going in a million different directions.



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