Contingency Plan (Blackbridge Security #3) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Blackbridge Security Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
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“Are we interrupting your plans?” After Deacon, I used to consider Ignacio my closest friend. It looks like that’ll be changing.

“No,” I hiss.

Get out of my head.

“The party is tomorrow night. I didn’t think Deacon would send nearly half his team out here a day early,” I mutter.

“Half,” Quinten says with a wide knowing smile.

These fuckers know me too well. They know I’m pissed they’re here. They gossip like adolescents, so they all know I kissed her. They know I wanted to come home, at first because my training is wasted on chasing a girl all over town, and then because resisting her is nearly impossible.

“Half?” I ask Quinten. There are ten active BBS members. Four are in front of me, and I make five so I guess that math is right after thinking about it.

“What did I miss?”

My jaw clenches, and I don’t bother to look behind me.

“I didn’t even have to flirt with Margarita to get a sandwich.” Brooks slaps me on the back as he shoehorns his way into the tiny office. “Cushy life, man.”

Five men stare back at me, all blinking slowly with mirth filling their handsome features. Yes, fucking handsome. I can admit it. Looks are the very reason I didn’t want them here, especially Finnegan with the accent and Brooks with enough charisma to charm the habit off of a nun.

“Calm down,” Ignacio says when I just stand and glare. “Wren found out that your girl—”

“Not my girl,” I growl.

“Your client,” he corrects, “is planning a little pre-party here tonight. Deacon suggested we come early to make sure things go smoothly.”

“Not your girl?” Finnegan asks, licking the chicken seasoning from the tip of one finger as he watches me. “So, she’s single.”

His eyebrows waggle up and down comically, but I don’t find a single thing funny about any of this right now.

“Stop.” Ignacio slaps him in the chest. “Can’t you see his head is about to blow?”

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing that’s gonna blow soon,” Brooks whispers purposefully loud enough for the entire room to hear.

“Hey guys.” I freeze at the sound of her voice, knowing if I turned around my very poorly kept secrets and desire will be evident on my face.

“Hey,” Brooks says, and I watch as his eyes go up and down, and up and down.

Ignacio keeps his eyes on me, gauging my reaction.

“Did Margarita make sure you got settled in okay?”

“Yes,” Gaige answers, his throat working on a swallow.

I still can’t face her, but she’s close enough that the flowery scent of her bodywash fills my nose. She’s not touching me, so I must just be imagining the heat of her skin along my side.

“Gaige and I are staying here,” Ignacio adds. “Quinten, Brooks, and Finnegan will be staying in the city.”

Thank fuck for small favors. I may actually get some sleep tonight, knowing those assholes will be miles away.

“Very good. Let Margarita know if you need anything else to make your stay more comfortable.”

Her hair brushes my arm when she walks away, and I’m unable to resist looking at her. I turn, knowing I’m going to watch the swish of her fabulous ass, only to find her sauntering away in nothing but a thong bikini bottom.

“She’s got great tits,” Finnegan whispers.

Ignacio barely catches me before my fist can connect with his smiling freckled face.

Chapter 18

Remington

“Off-limits,” I hiss when I notice Sasha’s eyes following one of the Blackbridge guys as he crosses the room.

“Why?” she whines.

“They’re working.”

“To keep us safe.” A slow smile spreads across her face as she brings the straw of her drink to her mouth. “Imagine how safe I’d be if he was in bed with me.”

“Yeah,” I huff. “I bet you’d sleep like a baby.”

“Oh, Remington. There would be no sleeping going on.”

“Enough. You’re being weird. We see hot guys all the time.” I sweep my arm toward the half dozen guys, some I’ve never even met, playing volleyball in the pool. They’re all tan, leanly muscled, with white gleaming smiles. All of them fake, looking for a good time, and someone’s coattails to ride on either for an opening into the industry or someone to buy all the things they can’t afford themselves.

Makes me sick, just like the taste of this disgusting drink. I set the watered-down slush on the table beside the lounger I’m on, but that leaves me with nothing to do with my hands, so I pick it right back up again.

“Those guys?” Sasha asks. “Gross. Two of them have tiny dicks, and the one with the big dick doesn’t know how to use it.”

I chuckle at her assessment. “You slept with the three of them?”

My eyes skate over the group wondering which is which, loving that she can be so sexually free.

“No. Not a chance. I’m not going to waste my time with tiny peen. If I’m going to add a notch to my bedpost, it’s going to be worth it.” She glares at the one blond in the group. “And I’m not even going to count him. If it doesn’t last more than five minutes, it doesn’t count.”



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