Making the Cut by SD Hildreth Read Free Book Online Page A

an eighty degree spring night, a nice relaxing ride home should clear my mind.
    And, as I’ve always said, if you free the mind, your ass will follow .
    Worrying about the welfare of their children was the last thing I wanted a parent to be concerned about. Not under the watch of the Selected Sinners . Not where my club was present. The children are our future, and protecting them from harm was something I felt obligated to do. A parent shouldn’t have to worry about their kid being safe from harm in small town USA, hell in any town for that matter. I had all the desire I needed to help make our city a safer place for the children to play, and I intended to do so. Ridding this town of a child molester wouldn’t require a plan ; it would be fueled by passion.
    If I was nothing else, I was a passionate man about what it was I believed in.

 
     
     
     
    AVERY
    “Did you try any of these while we were in there?” Sloan asked as she shifted her body so she was standing sideways in front of the mirror.
    She turned her head and glanced at the reflection of her perfectly curvaceous body. Her small waist, flat stomach, round butt, and overly large boobs made her look like a big black haired Barbie doll. I, on the other hand, looked like a boy with a nice ass and a pretty face.
    “No, they’re stupid. Skinny sweats . What the fuck is a skinny sweat?” I laughed.
    “Does my ass look fat in them?” she asked as she twisted her body back and forth.
    “In those ? Your ass looks like your ass . It’s like you painted it grey and put some little black speckeldy shit in the paint,” I sighed as I sat up on the bed.
    “Does it look fat ?” she asked as she slapped her hand against it and raised one eyebrow.
    I stared at her ass as she looked at herself in the mirror. I wanted to look more like her. Her body was bangin’ ass hot. I glanced up at her face. Well, I’d take some parts of her body, but not those ratty assed eyebrows. She really needed to do something with those things. They looked like caterpillars.
    “Sloan, you’re not fat. But those sweats look like shit. They’re too tight. You know how I like my sweats, I like ‘em loose, it makes me feel skinny. I can’t believe Victoria’s Secret is selling shit like that,” I shook my head at the sight of the sweats glued to her skin like tights .
    She turned to face me, pressed her hands to her hips, and scowled, “So my ass looks fat in them?”
    “Your ass isn’t fat. Ever. It looks like you’re naked. And grey. But if it’ll make you take those nasty fuckers off, yeah, your ass looks fat,” I chuckled.
    ”What about this bra? Does it really lift my boobs? Do they look big? Is it worth $60.00?” she asked as she pressed her arms against the sides of her boobs.
    “ Look big?” I shook my head and coughed as I began to laugh.
    I was a little more than cheated while standing in line for boobs, but Sloan looked like she got whatever they failed to give me and a little more just because . She was not big or even thick as the guys liked to call girls. She was just tall. Tall with very large boobs and a nice round butt I secretly wished I had. Well, maybe not all of her butt, but half of it. If there was one area she had a little extra, it would be the perfectly rounded butt of hers.
    “Well?” she asked as she continued to squeeze her boobs together with her upper arms.
    God I wish I had boobs like those.
    As they burst out the top of her new Bombshell Add 2 Cups bra, I couldn’t help myself, “You know, you really didn’t need to add two cup sizes, Sloan, I mean seriously . Your boobs were huge already. Now they’re ridiculous . Are you seriously going to wear that thing?”
    She turned her head my direction and gave me the stink eye, “Yeah, I was going to wear it Saturday night.”
    Perfect.
    I sat up in the bed and tossed my legs over the side, “Perfect, another night of me waiting in the car while you bang some dude in the parking lot.”
    “I