Chapter 1
Joey
“Babe, I’m gonna be late,” I protest as my girlfriend begs me to come back to bed.
Natalie went to pull the car around ten minutes ago. She will be knocking down the door, again, if I don’t get a move on. I lean down to kiss my love goodbye.
“Please, Joey. Give me five minutes and you won’t care.” Audrey sucks on my earlobe knowing I can’t resist. I’ve never been able to tell her no.
“If you want me to take you to that new sushi restaurant this weekend. I have to go to this meeting,” I tell her, trying to make her see reason.
She flops back against the feather filled pillows she insisted we just had to have. Kicking her long slender legs in the air she puffs up like a blowfish, puckering her precious lips into a puppy dog pout. “Fine,” she growls in defeat as I go in for that goodbye kiss. “But just think of this on your lips all day.” She takes her finger and runs it over her clit before rubbing it against my lips.
“Audrey,” I warn with a smile.
She pops up resting on her elbows. “I love you, Joey, and my pussy does too.”
“I love you most, your pussy too, but I have to go.”
“Go on and leave me here to play with myself, since you won’t do it,” she teases, throwing her head back. Her dark hair puddles on the pillow behind her.
“Baby,” I say, wavering between joining her or leaving.
“No, it’s okay,” she lies, looking away from me.
“I’ll see you for dinner.” I stand my ground and go over to the dresser. Straightening my tie, I watch my sexy as sin girlfriend’s reflection in the mirror.
She begins rubbing her fingers over her bare pussy lips, with her head still thrown back, as if I’m already gone. She knows how to play me. I watch as she touches herself. Her pretty pussy is glistening with slick heat. Goddamn, she’s gorgeous. Some days I still can’t believe she’s mine. Her lips are screwed into a perfect O as she starts to pant.
I swallow hard as she pushes her shirt up and teases at her dusty pink nipples. Really getting into her performance, she moans, squeezing her knees together, smashing her hand between her thighs, and blocking my view.
I let out a groan as my dick hardens from her show.
She catches my eye in the mirror and smirks knowing she has me. I am the walking definition of pussy whipped, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
Her thick lips part, and she licks her bottom one before sinking her teeth into her skin.
“Fuck it,” I growl at her reflection. I have to have her, even if it is just for five minutes. I cross the small room swiftly, in three short strides. I loosen my newly straightened tie and run my hand up her t-shirt. Well technically, it’s my Guns N’ Roses t-shirt, but my girl loves sleeping in it. I’ve had the faded thing since college. I’ve had that shirt longer than I’ve been with Audrey.
She’s my sister’s best friend. We met when Natalie was going through one of her many phases. The brat is always into something new. One week she was all about organic living, and the next she was all about some fancy leggings. The week they met she was into karaoke. It’s because of Natalie and Audrey that we started the bar. When our grandfather died, he left Natalie, our brother Nate, and me four hundred thousand dollars. The only catch was we had to invest it in a business.
Audrey talked us into buying the hole in the wall dive bar she was working in. The place needed a lot of improvements. We had our work cut out for us, but we were able to move into the three apartments upstairs to save on money. Eventually, the little changes we made to spruce up the bar started to pay off.
Nate was already enlisted in the Army and overseas when grandpa had passed away. He left it to me and Nat to invest and give him his cut of the business. His apartment sits empty, waiting for him to return home. He calls when he can or emails, but he’s scheduled to be discharged in a few months, and I can’t fucking wait. I’ve missed the shit out of him. I can’t wait for him to see what we’ve done with the place. I want to surprise him with the deal I’ve got in the works.
I can’t wait to show off Audrey to him either. But more than that I want him to have something to come home to that he can be proud of.
This meeting I’m heading to could change everything. I’ve spent the past year building our business, Carwell’s Bar & Grill, with Audrey by my side. Natalie was approached by an investor who wants to open a second bar in Wheeling. He thinks we could become a franchise. This guy has big plans. Plans that could secure the life I want to give Audrey.
“Oh, baby,” she coos against my mouth. Her lips are so warm and inviting, tasting of honey and vanilla lip balm. She never goes a moment without wearing it, it’s her thing. She tugs my bottom lip between her teeth, nipping me, as I palm her breast.
“Fuck, you make me so damn hard.” My dick is growing harder, needing to be inside her. She is like sexual napalm.
“I love it when you talk dirty, Joey,” she says shoving my pants and boxer briefs down.
Audrey is the only person who calls me Joey. I am just Joe to most or Joe JR, named after my father, Joseph.
However, when I met Audrey, she decided that I was her Joey. She was looking all cute in her black tube top, dark-denim mini skirt, and cowgirl boots.
I kept asking for her number and she kept telling me no. She said, if we were meant to see
each other we’d cross paths again. There was no way I could leave it to fate, I just knew she was the one. There was a spark between us, an instant attraction, but I felt as if I had known her my whole life, she was so easy to talk to. It was more than flirtation and insta-lust.
“At least tell me your last name,” I yelled in her ear over the loud music and she giggled, looking so damn sexy. The girl caught me completely off guard. I wasn’t used to women dropping at my feet, but I had never had to work so hard just to get a girl to talk to me.
Every word she spoke was a challenge I had to complete to get to know her. I’ve never met another soul as wild, free, and pure as hers.
She took my beer from my hands and downed it before pulling me to the stage to sing a duet with her.
“I don’t sing, and I can’t dance,” I confessed.
“Oh, Joey, I have the perfect song. If you make me proud, I’ll tell you my last name.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” I groaned rubbing my hands over my face. I waited anxiously on the side of the stage as curious eyes stared at me from the audience.
Audrey smiled at me eagerly as Genesis, I Can’t Dance, played.
Awkwardly, I joined her for the song. She bumped and grinded against me, making me forget anyone was watching. It felt as if it were just the two of us in the room.
Needless to say, she was impressed with my effort, earning me her last name, and I later bargained for her number with a second performance.
“Give it to me. Fuck me, baby,” she whispers against my neck as I enter her sweet heat. I slam into her greedily as she bucks her hips, urging me to go deeper and harder.
Her body moves in sync with mine. We have been together for two years and I still can’t get my fill of making love to this woman. I can’t wait to see her stomach swollen with my child someday, sooner rather than later, I hope. I can’t wait to put a ring on her finger and give her my last name. I’d ask her to marry me right now if I had the time.
My cellphone buzzes on the nightstand.
“Ignore it,” Audrey whines, but I know I can’t. This morning is too important. Our future is riding on this meeting.
Stretching, I reach for the phone, knocking it to the floor.
“Harder,” Audrey pants. “Oh yes. Like that right there. Now faster, baby. Fuck me, Joey.”
“Ew. God, just stop. No, just no. I don’t need to hear this,” I hear my sister say through the speaker of my cellphone that is lying on the floor.
“Fuck,” I mutter, resting my forehead against Audrey’s.