Dismantled (Girls on Top #2) by Yara Greathouse Read Free Book Online Page B

lifting her in a big bear hug. “You did it, Nibblet!”
    “Uh! Don’t squeeze me too hard, I don’t wanna blow!” She looks at me playfully, “You are going to have to roll me out of here. I’m so full I can hardly breathe and I don’t think I can walk, either!”
    Her laugh has always been something that makes me feel all warm and gooey on the inside, not that I have ever told her that. Our relationship has been somewhat strained in the past, probably because of the mixed feelings I have for her. Since then I have learned that life is short, and although I had mine on pause, I’m ready to put it to something good. Ciara is right, though. I need to work on myself and get better before I can concentrate on others.
    Notso gets his wallet, pulls some money out of it and hands it to Ciara. “I knew I should not bet against you, Ciara. You have a very determined, competitive streak. Jesus! I’m still trying to figure out where in the hell you put all that pizza?”
    “Unfortunately, I can’t tell you where I put it, but I can tell you where it’s going to go unless I go for a walk and try to exercise some of it off.”
    Keagan chimes in, “Yeah, it’s probably going to go straight to your ass or boobies. Hell, every time I gain one ounce that’s where it all goes.”
    “I fail to understand why that’s a bad thing?” Notso tells Keagan with a flirty smile on his face as I give him a dirty look. She’s my cousin for fuck’s sake!
    “Okay, y’all head on to the truck while I settle the bill. Traxx, you may need to carry Ciara.” He says as we see her struggling to stand up.
    “I’m okay, I can walk. I just lost my balance for a second. Here you see? It’s all good.” She turns around and starts to walk to the door. Keagan and I follow her. As we reach the truck, Ciara lets out a huge burp, surprising me and a couple of strangers walking by the truck at the same time.
    “Girl, we aren’t at the hunting land. I’m not used to you letting it rip in the middle of civilization.” Keagan’s laughing at Ciara’s antics.
    “Keagan, I can barely breathe – I need to make room for all that food! It’s hard enough to fake it in front of Notso, but I’m not going to fake it in front of you.” Ciara is rubbing her stomach.
    “Okay, you and I are going for a walk as soon as we get to the apartment.” I tell her raising my eyebrow so she knows I mean business.
    “Okay.” She says breathily and nods while rubbing her tummy one more time, and I find myself wanting to get there as soon as possible.
    The ride to the apartment is quick and as we get there I’m amazed that I actually managed not to think about Marcy for the last couple of hours. And it never fails, the moment that I start to think about her, I feel guilty.
    We get out of the truck, and I noticed Ciara starts to walk towards the apartment, I grab her hand and pull her the opposite way. “Oh, hell no! I know you are pizza-drunk right now, but I’m not about to let you lie down and sleep these calories away. Plus, if you go to bed, it means I would have to go home and be bored. So we are going to go on a walk, like we talked about.”
    “Really, Traxx, you pick this moment to be a ‘follow-through’ kind of guy, seriously? I’m too full to do anything, plus I have my cute boots on and they are not made for walking.”
    “Stop being a wimp, Ciara. Those boots are low heels and I’ve seen you dance the night away with some shoes that are three times higher than the ones you have on right now.” She pouts at me and looks at Keagan and Notso while they are walking away. Keagan turns towards us and winks, “It’s true Ciara, go walking. You’ll feel better after a while.”
    “Fine. Let’s go.” She tells me in a very grumpy but cute way.
    I smile to myself and pull on the little firecracker’s hand. “Have I ever told you that you’re funny when you’re irritated?”
    “That’s a juxtaposition. How can anyone be funny and