Page 68 of Redemption

Axel

Four weeks later…

“Come on, Ax. You afraid of a little rematch?” Kelsey bats those baby blues at me at the same time she purses her plump lips—lips that were wrapped around my dick hours ago. She leans her hip against the side of the pool table as a few fallen red curls frame her face. Everything she does is hot as fuck.

“You sure you’re ready to lose again?” I cock my head to the side and take another swig of my Budweiser. My eyes travel down her green top, admiring the way it pushes out her tits, but it’s the skin tight jeans molding against her curves that has my dick weeping in joy.

“Last time didn’t count.” Her auburn eyebrows pinch together as she taps the heel of her new brown boots together. Those were the first purchase we made when she felt well enough to leave Finn’s place. She needed new boots for new memories. A smile flashes across my face as I recall fucking her from behind in the kitchen the day she got them as she wore nothing else but them. “We had distractions.”

“Right.” I know a losing battle when I hear one and let it go. Truth is I could spend eternity arguing with her when she gets all flushed like that, but I have another motive. “Then we need us a little wager.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

“What did you have in mind?” Her tongue darts out to lick her lip as she swallows. Oh yeah. My wildcat is turned on.

“If I win, I get to tap your ass.” Color flushes her cheeks at the mention of me getting anywhere near her backdoor and it’s cute as fuck.

“And if I win?” She crosses her arms over her chest and waits me out.

“Whatever you want, Wildcat.”

“Those are your terms?” She cocks her head to the side and studies me. I have a slight feeling I may have screwed myself, but if it means finally getting inside her sweet ass it’s worth it.

“Yup.”

Something works behind her eyes a beat before her lips curl into a smile and she nods her head. “You’re on, Savage.”

“You going to tell me what I have to do if I lose?”

“Nope, I like the element of surprise. All I will say is you have a sweet ride.” Her lips pop on the P, accentuating the sound and making my balls tingle, but then the last half of her words catch up to my brain.

“No way.” I slice my hands through the air as I shake my head. “Asher just bought me that. There is no way I’m letting anyone but me touch her.”

“Oh, I ain’t gonna touch. I get to name her.” Damn woman is evil. She has me by the dick and she knows it, but never underestimate a man and his need for ass.

“Fine.” I glance over at Zane and shake my head. Fucker’s been sulking all damn night. I wish Asher and Charlee would have come out, but Asher’s been pretty busy on trying to give Lily a sibling.

“Order another beer. We’ll be quick.” I don’t wait for Zane’s response before I’m out of my seat and on a mission. Lucky for me, the pool tables are right next to our table. I stick some coins into the slot and smirk as the balls clank together. “Rack ‘em, Wildcat.”

“You got it, Mr. Savage.” Her voice dips an octave vibrating across my skin like honey.

“Oh, I like that. I’m going to have you call me that when I’m balls deep in your ass later.” I moisten my bottom lip with my tongue showing just what she’s in store for tonight.

“We shall see.” Her ass bends over in those tight as fuck jeans, sending all the blood straight to my dick. She works the pool stick between her fingers in small seductive strokes causing the pressure in my balls to ache. Little tease.

From the time she sinks the first ball the game is a close one. Kelsey takes any opportunity to flash me her ass when she can in hopes that it’ll distract me. Little does she know that I can multitask like a motherfucker. Doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the show.

Round for round we go until we’re down to the eight ball. I align my shot and blow her a kiss. “Don’t forget the lube tonight, Wildcat.”

She shakes her head, but doesn’t contest it. Interesting.

I slide the stick back ready to take the final shot when four angry looking Irish brothers come barreling through the crowd.

“I’m going to bloody kill you!” Rory shouts as Connor lunges forward. The twins stay back like the two little guard pups they are.

Before I have time to blink, Connor swings his fist into Zane’s face, hitting him square on the nose.

Zane falls back out of his chair, which knocks my arm forward and my stick clips the side of the cue ball. It shoots straight down the table to the last pocket, missing the damn eight ball.

Kelsey throws her arms up in the air as she lets out a throaty laugh. “Scratch! I win.”

“No way. That was a cheap shot.” I set the stick down ready to kick some Irish ass, when Zane gets to his feet.

“What the fuck was that for?” He wipes at the blood dripping from his nose with the side of his hand, glaring at the Donnelly boys. His hair falling around his face.

Connor’s nostrils flare as he jabs a finger in Zane’s face. “You knocked up our sister.”

THE END

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