Ox – The Ahole Club Read Online Blue Saffire

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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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I purse my lips and search her face. Her ex hasn’t called in months. I’m not jealous. She’s here with me. She chose me.

I cup her face and turn it up to take her lips. “I love the way that sounds. Come on. I want you in my bed.”

I lift her up and head for the bedroom so we can shower before I spend the night making love to her. For now, I’m going to focus on my little world here. Tomorrow, I can get in touch with Uncle Blake and find out my next move.

Chapter 2

Happy Home

Anthony

Two months later…

“Baby,” I call into the apartment.

“I’m in here,” she calls back.

Removing my gun from its holster, I quickly place it in the lockbox I keep hidden by the front door. There are still some things I haven’t told my wife. Not that I want to keep secrets.

I’m just not sure if Uncle Blake will be released, it’s been over a year. If he doesn’t get out, it’s not looking likely that I’ll need to play my role as the family’s enforcer and I still have questions about the other role that was sprung on me. That’s why I told Lex we’d go to New York.

“Fuck me,” I mutter as my thoughts race.

Shaking them off, I leave all that shit out there. Once my pistol is securely out of sight, I move to the kitchen to place the food I bought down.

Then I turn to head for the bedroom where her voice is coming from. When I step into the room, she’s lying across the bed in a sheer black teddy that leaves little to the imagination.

Alexis is a curvy woman. She’s still toned from running track in high school, but her thick thighs kiss when she walks, and I’ve caught her jumping into a pair of jeans with that fat ass jiggling a few times since she’s been sleeping over.

She hasn’t moved in. Something I hate, but I’m holding my tongue as I figure shit out. Uncle Blake’s lawyer still hasn’t figured out how to get him released, although the charges are bogus. I’m doing all I’m told to help get Will out.

Every move I make has been blocked. Uncle Blake is steaming about it. That fucker Thaddeus Pitman is going to pay for all this.

“Babe, come here,” Alexis sings, pulling me back out of my thoughts.

I focus on her glowing brown skin and smile. Kicking off my boots, I then reach to tug my shirt over my head. Still in my jeans, I climb on the bed and take her lips as I hover over her.

She cups my face and smiles as she kisses me back. I settle beside her and reach to trace her nipple through the fabric. Alexis has a solid C cup.

Not too small, not too big, but just right to fit in my palms. I love the way her nipples fit into my mouth. She smells extra nice, like cocoa butter mixed with something else that’s making my mouth water.

“How was it?”

“I hate seeing him in there. It’s not right. My uncle doesn’t even believe in selling or using drugs. This is all bullshit,” I say more harshly than I mean to.

“I know. From everything you’ve told me about him, I know. This has to be so hard,” she says as she moves to straddle my lap. “I thought, as your wife, I could take your mind off things.”

I groan as I palm her ass and squeeze it, pulling her into my growing erection. “Just seeing you has made my day.”

She leans into my ear. “I can only imagine what sliding inside this wet pussy is going to do. I missed you, Ant. You’ve been on my mind all day.”

I flip her onto her back and grind my hips into her, allowing my erection to rub against her heat through my jeans. When I take her lips, I kiss her with all the love I have for her. She claws her nails down my back, pulling a moan from me.

This is the perfect end to a shitty day. My life has been more peaceful with her in it. Each day, the moment I see her face, I know things will get better.

* * *

Alexis

Ant’s mood has improved some after sex, but he’s still a little distant. I want to ease his worries. He’s always so stressed out about his family.

I know there’re still things he hasn’t told me about them, but I don’t push. I get having family shit you don’t want to or can’t share. I think that’s what drew us together.

Once we finish the food he brought in, he stands from the table and goes to clear our trash. He’s only in his boxers, his broad back on display. I fist the hem of his T-shirt I’m wearing and tighten my thighs around my hand. The shirt is huge on me, but it smells just like him.


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