Page 8 of Sex & Cigarettes

“No? You gonna tell me you don’t get turned on at the thought of holding all that power and watching me fuck your girl before you fuck us both?”

My gaze flashes to the gun at her goon’s hip. If I can get the gun, I control the situation. “What about him?”

The fucker puckers his lips and blows me a kiss.

“Luis can join if you’re into that. Guess you found ways to entertain yourself behind bars.”

“A wet hole’s a hole. Man or woman. Both can get me off the same,” I lie.

Andrea. Oaklyn. Whatever the fuck her name is licks her lips. “First we take out my brother.”

I’m not into dudes but right now I’ll do whatever I need to for Coralie. She didn’t ask for this bullshit. Tilting her chin up I stare into her tear stained eyes. My blue-eyed girl hoping she sees the promise in my own that I’ll get us out of this mess. Past few months she’s been coming and visiting me every weekend. Making plans for the future. For when I got my release. Now I’m free and she’s in my arms, and I can’t help but wonder if it wasn’t always supposed to be us together in the end after all.

“What do I get out of this?”

“I need a strong man at my side to hold Texas and keep my alliance south of the border.”

“And my brother?”

“He can be an ally. I need to know I can trust you. Both of you.” She leans in closer.

I shift Coralie on my lap and pull this cunt in for a kiss.

“Let’s get this party started.”

Chapter 4

Coralie

I watch in horror as the man I love kisses another woman, and her hand inches up my thigh. Axel’s gaze is trained on me, but his lips are on hers, his tongue in her mouth. I’m no idiot. I know they’ve fucked. I can’t be mad at him. I set off the chain of events that brought us here. I made a mistake. I chose wrong. My parents got to me. All their bickering about how Axel is completely wrong for me...their voices took up all the space in my head. College happened. My friends. Everyone wanted to come between us, and I let my own insecurities push him away. Then the fight and Jacob.

I know I hurt Axel. He wasn’t innocent though. Christmas came. We broke things off or should say I ended them. One of my many mistakes. I wanted to make things right. I knew there was no one else I wanted to be with only when I called him, he was already with someone else. He did it to punish me.

In his eyes I had wronged him, and he wanted me to suffer for it.

None of that matters now. I’m here with him, and I’ll be damned if this bitch thinks she’s getting my man into bed a second time. I know he’s trying to communicate something with me, but I don’t know what. All I do know is I have to trust him. I didn’t before and it ruined everything.

Closing my eyes, I take in a breath, and pause for a beat to bite back my tears. Because I’m pissed way the fuck off. I want nothing more than to wrap my hands around this big titted bitch’s throat and choke the life outta her. Guess it serves me right. Now I know how he must’ve felt seeing me with Jacob.

Axel needs to know that I have his back this time around. I won’t let him down. He’s my man and I’m meant to be his old lady. I’ll prove it to him. I’ll show this bitch that she doesn’t mess with what’s mine.

I have no idea what I’m doing really. I stroke Axel’s jaw, drawing his attention back to me. Fire blazing behind his gaze, there’s red lipstick smeared on the corner of his mouth. I rub the smudges away using the soft pad of my thumb, not wanting to taste that whore’s kiss when I press my lips to his.

I kiss my man hard and deep, reminding him that we belong together. We fit. Nobody will ever love him like me. No one knows him better than I do. Which is why I now know what I have to do.

“Take this off.” I push the robe down his shoulders and drop to my knees on the floor. I shoot that skanky bitch a smile and crook my finger at her.

All too eager she joins me. I hate it, but I can’t let her know that I have an ulterior motive. She sees me as weak. Doesn’t think I have it in me to try something and that’s her misfortune. Together the two of us treat his dick like a lollipop. I can’t worry about him enjoying getting a two for one. He’s a man. An outlaw who lives and dies by his code. A man I love more than life. A man I can’t live without.

I know without a doubt that I will always be Axel’s favorite girl. I swirl my tongue up and down his shaft, and he smiles at me, petting my head and whispering, “good girl.”

The goon guarding the door clears his throat. I set my attention on him, ignoring the fact that Oaklyn has taken over pleasuring my man. She’ll get hers soon enough. “You. Don’t tell me you only want to watch?” I shove a finger between my lips.

He shoots a look at Oaklyn and Axel only she’s too busy working my man’s cock to pay him any mind. His brow lifts and I saunter toward him. “You have on too many clothes.” I push his jacket down his arms and sling it onto a nearby chair.

“I really shouldn’t.”

“You saying you don’t want me?” I taunt, kissing the corner of his mouth, fingering the buttons on his crisp white shirt. He’s not ugly. Which I confess makes it easier to flirt with him. Dark hair, olive skin, brown eyes, and I am guessing a handsome smile. Tall and muscular. I see why Oaklyn chose him. He’s easy on the eyes but is he a skilled killer is the question. “Tell me. You know how to use that big gun?”

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