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)
They both cried out, and he grabbed her hands, pressing them to the bed, at either side of her head, as he suddenly slammed forward, and Joey cried out.
Axel was not small. He was a big man, and she felt the full thickness of him as he slid in those last final inches. It felt amazing, incredible, and she didn’t want it to stop.
He stayed perfectly still, and she felt each ripple, each pulse, and then he pulled out slowly. She cried out, not wanting him to stop, but then Axel slammed inside her. She whimpered, and he growled against her neck.
“You’re so fucking good. I love the feel of your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, baby,” he said.
No one had ever spoken to her like that, but it felt so good.
“Do you like that? Do you like my nice, big dick filling you?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because I like how wet you are, and you’re going to take everything, aren’t you?” And with that, he started to fuck her.
She hadn’t even realized he had been going easy on her, but then he started to fuck her without holding back, and she was close to losing it.
It felt so good. Better than good.
She had never known a feeling like this.
He was hard, fast, and he took her, building her toward a second orgasm. She fell over the edge, only this time she felt Axel join her as he growled her name, which echoed around the room.
Chapter Three
“It’s a little early for a beer, don’t you think?” Uncle Rick asked.
Axel was not in the mood for games. “I’m not here to have a drink. I’m here to pick up my bike.”
He saw the shock on his uncle’s face. “So, I take it things went well last night with Joey?”
Axel swung his keys between his fingers and debated talking to his uncle. He had broken all three rules for Joey Sinclair. They had gone to his place. He had fucked her three times, and he’d kissed her. It had been amazing, the best feeling in the world.
Only, this morning he had woken up, and if it wasn’t for his memory, he would have assumed it was nothing more than a dream. Joey was nowhere to be found. No purse, no clothing, no car. She had snuck out on him, and it pissed him off.
Had she used him? She didn’t seem like the kind of woman to do that.
“Does Joey do this often?” he asked.
“Do what?”
“Pick guys up in bars?” Axel asked.
Uncle Rick bent over and laughed, then kept laughing. It wasn’t funny what he had asked, and he was starting to lose his patience.
“Oh, I am sorry. It’s just ... do you not hear yourself? Joey never picks up guys in bars. Joey never picks up a guy at all. The only guy she has ever been with was that fucker George Moseley, and I never liked him.” Uncle Rick’s face looked disgusted.
“I know what that bastard did.”
Uncle Rick shook his head. “Yeah, well, even before he was beating her up, he was picking women up in this very fucking bar. Piece of shit. I would always try to warn him that he had a good woman at home, but he would tell me to mind my own fucking business. There were so many times I wanted to take my shotgun to that piece of shit. Joey’s a good woman.”
Axel wasn’t going to argue with him there, but she did run off this morning without a word.
“I know you’re doubting me but think about Joey. She’s a single mom. The last time she got close to a man, married him, he hurt her. He nearly hurt their kid. She’s not going to be very trusting, and last night was the first time in forever that I saw that woman look ... happy.”
“You don’t have to tell me this stuff.”
“Look, you broke your rules last night, Axel. I saw you, but I want you to think about this. Your dad made those rules after your momma passed.” Uncle Rick shrugged. “There was a time your dad had no rules.”
And with that, Uncle Rick made his way into the bar.
He flicked his keys around his finger and had every intention of going back to do his job. It was a Saturday, and most weekends, he got a lot of work done on the ranch, only once he was on his bike, he didn’t go to the fucking ranch.
He parked outside of the coffee shop. It was still early, so they weren’t open yet.
Climbing off his bike, he went to the door and rang the bell. He did so repeatedly, so Joey would know she couldn’t ignore him. His persistence paid off, as she came toward the door, and there was a frown on her face, but she didn’t keep him waiting. She opened the door, and he immediately stepped through and closed the door, flicking the lock into place.