Page 37 of Big Red

I cut her off, wrapping my lips around her clit, causing her to cry out. Her hand is buried in my hair as she moans with her head thrown back. She spreads her legs a bit more, giving me more access, and I go in for the kill.

I lapped at her juices like a dehydrated man. She has soaked my beard, but I don’t let up. I kept eating her pussy like it was my purpose in life. She’s getting close when she tries closing her legs and pulls away.

Locking her down in place, I push her legs up to her stomach before burying my tongue inside.

“Oh God!” she cries out.

Slapping a hand over her mouth, she screams through her release. I drink every bit of her down. Her body convulses, making me smile while I continue to lap at her clit.

Once she has come down, I get up. Alice lays across my desk as if I had just killed her.

Well, maybe not her, but definitely Ms. Kitty.I think to myself and laugh. Grabbing her clothes from the floor, I put herpanties and shorts back on her. After I dress her, she still lies there, not speaking a word.

I snort before helping her sit up. “You okay, kitten?”

“No,” she whines. “Why would you do that? Now I want to take a nap. And my legs feel like Jello. I can’t walk out there. Diablo and Chains will for sure crack jokes.” She huffs in annoyance.

Throwing my head back, I roar with laughter. She looks really upset about that last part. She is absolutely right, though. Those two have been on us since Chains caught us kissing in the breakroom. I swear they act like children sometimes.

A loud commotion from the front stops my laughter. I can hear raised voices from the guys.

“You can’t go back there!” Diablo shouts.

I don’t know who is making their way to my office, but today is not the day. I rip open the cabinet. I keep my gun in here and pull it out. Alice's eyes widen as the voices get closer.

“Did you hear what the hell I just said? He’s busy!” Diablo barks, sounding highly annoyed.

“I don’t care! I need to speak with him,” an all-too-familiar voice says.

Not wanting to believe this for a second, I tuck my gun in the waistband of my jeans before I yank my office door open right as Chloe reaches for the knob. Chains, Diablo, and Bear are hot on her heels.

I frown down at Chloe as emotions I never thought would run through me. I would never hit a woman, but just looking at her sends me into a rage. My hand twitches from wanting to wrap it around her damn neck.

I couldn’t care less that she left me, but when she abandoned my children, any love I had for her vanished. Now here she is, over six years later, like she has every right to walk her selfish ass back into my life.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Chloe?” I snarl.

“Really? That’s the first thing you say to me after all these years? And who the hell is she?” she asks, pointing to Alice, still sitting on my desk.

I just laugh because this has got to be a prank. No way is she questioning me about who I have in my office. Not “how are my kids?” but “who is she?” I don’t even want to go back and forth with her. I just what her to take her ass back from wherever the hell she came from.

“That is my woman and none of your fuckin’ concern. I don’t know what rock your trifling ass crawled from under, but it would be wise to take your ass back. I don’t know why you’re back, and I don’t care. Whatever you have to say, save it. You wanted to be free, so be that. Now get the fuck outta my garage.”

Chloe looks up at me with tear-filled eyes, really putting on a show. I know better. I remember everything she said in that Dear John letter she left me. She blamed the kids for me not being able to love her. Apparently, when they entered the picture, everything was about them. I no longer wanted to party, and all I did was work and stay home with the kids.

Chloe’s problem was all shewantedto do was party. She wanted to be at every single shindig regardless of us being parents. Now, I don’t have a problem going out every now and again. But Chloe wanted to go out at least four times a week.

Eventually, I stopped fighting her on the subject and allowed her to go out, and I would stay home with the kids. But when I stopped footing the bill for her nights out, the real problems began.

When she left, I realized Chloe never really loved me. She loved the lifestyle I was tangled in.

“H-how could you be so cruel to the mother of your kids?” she bawled.

“Any bitch can lay down and birth babies. That doesn’t make her a mother.”

I never go this hard on women, but Chloe takes me there. I don’t regret my children at all. I just regret who I tied them to.

Chloe gasps, and the tears stop before a deep scowl covers her face. “Oh, let me guess, the little redheaded bitch over there is supposed to take my place?”

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