Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Oh, okay.” She pulls me into a tight hug. “This meant a lot to me. I’m glad you came. Handle your business.”
* * *
Ox
I’m drunk off my ass. Which doesn’t help how horny I am. Rome and I took off to do some real bachelor shit.
I might be drunk, but the beer goggles haven’t come on. The last couple of chicks who tried to throw themselves at me weren’t doing it for me at all. Too skinny, too doofy, too damn thirsty.
At some point, I took my wedding ring off the chain around my neck to put that shit on. Not that it helped. I pull out my phone and see Jeff has texted me again. I reply, letting him know I’m on my way.
I guess he’s looking for a replacement for Kelex. I’ll go do a few shots with him. I shrug the thought off and pull up Alexis’s number.
I should call her for some phone sex. It’s not the real thing, but it seems like my best option tonight. I wonder if she’ll curse me out.
“I said no, I’m not interested.”
It’s her voice. I look up from the phone to find where it’s coming from. I look toward the elevators in time to see some guy grab Alexis’s wrist. I see red as she turns to bat him off.
That short-ass dress might be why he doesn’t understand English. That’s all right, I’ll help him. I walk over and grab the hand she’s about to slap the guy with and bring her fingers to my lips.
“My wife told you to back the fuck off. Now if she hurts her hand slapping the shit out of you, I’m going to be pissed because I’ll have to be gentle when I fuck the shit out of her and that’s not what I’m in the mood for.
“Do me a favor. Get the fuck out of my face before I stomp your ass into the ground.”
“Sorry, bro, I—”
“Save all that bullshit. No means no, motherfucker.”
I dismiss him and look down at the woman in my arms. For a moment, I forget about her walking out on me and wanting a divorce. The way she looks and the alcohol in my veins tells me to forget it all and take her back to my room.
She turns to face me and places her hands on my chest. I slide my hand down to her ass and pull her into me. The longing that fills her eyes tugs me in. I run a finger through the front of her hair. It’s straight like last time.
“I was just thinking about you and here you are,” I say.
She grabs my hand with my ring on it. Looking at the ring, she then lifts her gaze to mine. Aw, fuck this. I want my wife.
Not stopping to think about why she’s here or who she’s with, I lift her in my arms and start for the elevator I’d been heading for to return to the party.
Roman is forgotten as I push for my floor and lift my head to take Alexis’s lips. I groan into her mouth as I devour her. She locks her fingers in my hair and gives as good as I’m giving.
I reach for her thigh and skim my hand up under her dress. When I find her wet center, I lose my drunken mind. I turn and press her up against the wall.
“This is your floor, bro,” Rome says.
I hadn’t realized anyone had gotten on with us. I’m sure he’s the reason no one else entered when we did. Not taking a chance to let Alexis go, I carry her off the car and head for my room.
I don’t stop until the door to my room slams shut behind me. I pin her to the wall and tug her dress up so she can wrap her legs around me. The moment she wraps her sexy limbs around my waist, it’s like coming home.
“Ant,” she whimpers.
“Shut up, Lex. If you’re not calling my name because I’m tearing this shit up, shut up. I want to fuck and since you’re the only one who gets me hard, I need you to shut up and take this dick.”
* * *
Alexis
I wanted to throat punch him for telling me to shut up, but I get needing this. I’ve been dreaming of him for months. So here I stand, bent over this chair in his room while he drills into me.
He has my hands crossed at the wrists as he pins them behind me and fucks me like I burned down his home and this is my punishment.
Zayn’s “PILLOWTALK” is playing somewhere and it’s the perfect soundtrack for us. He’s fucking me like we’re fighting.
“Yes, baby,” I cry out. “You feel so good. Yes, Ant. You’re so deep. Damn, baby.”
“You see what you gave up? What you destroyed. I want you to feel me a month from now. I hope your fiancé feels how I was all up in this shit.