Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
After talking with his Uncle Rick, he couldn’t help but wish his dad was still alive so he could ask him. The rules had been advisory from his old man.
As he pulled up to Joey’s home, he parked his bike close to her car and climbed off. There were only a few lights on, and he knew Adeline was home. Usually, this would send him running for the hills. As it was, he didn’t want to go running in the opposite direction. He lifted his hand to knock, but Joey was there, opening the door.
“I heard your bike,” she said.
“I’m sorry I’m late. I had a shit time with work and assholes.”
He saw her face go bright red.
“I’ve been waiting,” she said.
Stepping over the threshold, he banded an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. He had missed her. Even when shit had hit the fan today, he had wanted her.
The moment he had her in his arms, he could no longer wait, and he kissed her. She gasped and at first, she didn’t wrap her arms around him, but then she slid her hands up his arms and circled them around his neck. He growled against her lips and reached for the door, closing it and pressing her up against it.
“Where’s your daughter?” he asked.
The last thing he wanted was for her little girl to see him ravishing her mother, and panic.
“In bed.”
Running his hands all over her, he cupped her waist, ran his hands down her hips, and then across her thighs before moving between her legs to touch her pussy. She was still wearing the dress he had picked.
Without another word, he grabbed her ass, and she let out a squeal as he lifted her into his arms and started to carry her toward the stairs. The door was already locked, and he took his time, making his way toward Joey’s bedroom.
Once inside, he didn’t stop at the bed but went straight toward the shower. He put her down onto her feet, and instead of going for the shower, he began to run her a bath. Axel added some soothing salts and checked to make sure it was nice and warm before returning his attention to Joey.
He removed her dress with ease, and the white lace lingerie made him hard as rock. With a flick of the catch, her bra fell to the floor, and next he took care of her panties.
As for the butt plug, she had done so well, and he ran his hands over the curves of her ass, spreading the cheeks. He couldn’t help but groan, and now it was time to give her some space. He pulled the plug out of her ass, put it into the sink, and helped her into the bath.
“Are you not joining me?” she asked.
“Not tonight.” He washed the butt plug, found some sanitizer in her cupboard, and he used that to get it nice and clean. He put the butt plug away, because the last thing he wanted was for anyone else to find it.
Sinking to his knees beside the bath, he grabbed the soap and a sponge, lathering it up.
“Tell me about your day.”
Even as he said the words, he couldn’t help but frown, because he never gave a shit about anyone’s day, or how they were doing. That just wasn’t who he was.
However, Joey wasn’t just any woman. She told him about her day, that it went well. No difficult customers, and Adeline came home at twelve. She talked about Princess, and he hadn’t seen the little Jack Russell dog, but Joey said she slept in Adeline’s room in the corner.
He liked hearing about her day. And even stranger to Axel, he wanted to fucking meet Adeline and Princess. This was not like him.
But Uncle Rick’s story kept playing in his mind. His dad hadn’t started out with all these rules. They had been what he made to protect himself.
“What about you?” Joey asked. “How was your day?”
So, he told her about the guy he had to fire, along with the reason why, and how angry he was at the mess he had to clean up. He told her about the schedule, how it had set him back, and Joey listened.
“It sounds like you had a stressful day.”
“I had hoped to get here sooner,” he said.
She smiled at him. “You’re here now.”
“And the butt plug didn’t hurt?”
“It didn’t hurt, and for a short time I would forget it was there, until I sat down.”
He laughed. “And then?”
“I would think of you.”
He sunk his hand beneath the water and felt her pussy. “Did it make you wet?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. That’s what I want. I want you to think about me, even when I’m not there.” He watched as she closed her eyes, and he slid two fingers inside her pussy, still marveling at how tight she was. Using his thumb, he stroked her clit, gliding it back and forth, watching her body as he felt the orgasm start to build inside her, but when she came close to that peak, he didn’t let her fall over the edge. Instead, he pulled his hand away.