I get out of the bathtub first, unable to take my eyes off my wife looking so fuckin’ sexy…her honey colored skin slick with bubbles. Every time I look at her, I just want to slide my cock straight into her. I’m addicted. I didn’t know it could be this good. I’ve always hoped, but Ainsley has crept her way inside me, and I never want to let her go. Reluctantly I hand her a towel. When I go to wrap one around my waist, she stops me.
“Let me take care of you for once.”
My nostrils widen as I breathe out my nose. Ainsley drops down to her knees, like a goddess about to worship her king. Rubbing the towel up and down my body, her gaze never strays from my cock that grows longer and thicker with every brush of her fingertips on my skin. Wetting her mouth, she drops the towel, grabs my hips, and kisses the tip of my dick. My eyes go back in my head, and I fist her dark hair. “Take your man in your mouth, baby.” I groan.
Her soft sweet mouth wraps around me, her nails digging into my hips, and if the devil came to take me to Hell right now, I could go a happy man.
“Fuck.” Ainsley flattens her tongue against me, sucking me further into her sweet mouth that brings me Heaven and Hell. Looking up at me through her lashes, she is every bit my fuckin’ queen, and I’ll kill any man who tries to get between us. Her fist grips me, attempting to cover what doesn’t fit between those pretty swollen lips. “Open wider, for me, wife ‘o mine.”
Stretching her mouth wider, tears form in the creases of her hazel orbs. “My baby is pretty when she cries.” I wipe away her tears and push further in. She gags on my cock but doesn’t quit on me. Sliding in and out of her mouth, I caress her jaw. “That’s it, take me all the way,” I encourage. Delicate fingers stroke me, and when I hit the back of her throat, I hold her in place by her hair. “Swallow like a good girl.” A gurgle erupts from her throat and she attempts to pull away. I smile down at her and finish on her lips, painting them with my love for her.
**
“Welcome to my Inferno,” I greet the Colombians as they walk into the clubhouse.
“¿Qué más parce?” How’s it going, friend? Matías García smiles at me exposing a gold tooth. His dark curls are pulled back at the nape of his neck. I can’t help but smile at the Adidas t-shirt he is wearing. I was expecting to see him in a suit. He’s nothing like his Papi. José loved his sunglasses and sports jackets. “I am pleased to find you well at home in Hell’s Kitchen. I love what you done with the place.”
He’s all smiles but his men are not. Dressed all in black and armed to kill. They aren’t here to make friends.
“Vaya, cáigale an esa chica.” Go flirt with that woman. He waves his second off toward Carmen and lights up his cigar. “Now we talk about your problem. I made him an offer and it is one you must not refuse.”
I wave for him to continue.
“Hágame un catorce.” Do me a solid. “Don’t fuck with billite.” He rubs his fingers together. Don’t fuck with money. Meaning stop fucking with Raul’s and his money. “He will no longer be a threat if you agree to give him use of the tunnels again.”
My jaw ticks. He wants me to give them passage to move bodies. Look the other way while they continue the slave trade. Women and children.
“¿Estás bien o qué?” A
re you okay with this or what? “You need me.”
He might be right but that doesn’t mean I like it.
I nod. I’ll play nice for now.
“We can be all be rich. No need to spill blood.”
Not yet.
“We will take drinks together. I’ll call you. You’ll come. No trouble. There’s a fundraiser for the Governor. Private party.”
“I don’t do politics.”
“In the cartel business, you need powerful friends. My father respected yours. Therefore, I extend my friendship.” He puffs on his cigar and smiles at me.
“I’m a biker.”
“Who married the daughter of Tiny Leone. You are cartel. There is no in-between. ¡No seas un huevón!” Don’t be an idiot. He laughs and holds his hand out for me to shake.
I don’t trust him, but I smile and raise my jar of moonshine signaling my boys to load up their trucks. His men start bringing in their yayo. I’m ready for them to get the fuck out of here.
Reaching into his pocket he produces a silver cigarette case with a mirror on one side when it opens. Making three lines he holds a straw out to me. I don’t want to offend him but I sure as fuck don’t want this shit in my body either.
“Carmen. Bring the man a jar.”
Shaking her ass all the damn way to the table her eyes go wide when she sees the yayo.
“Thank you, darlin’. Ladies first.” I hand her the straw.