Page 38 of Hale's Pawn
Oran
Ainslee is still asleepwhen I get out of the shower. I watch her as she flips to her stomach and she kicks the sheets away, grumbling something about it being hot. I sit down on the one-person sofa right in front of the bed, watching my naked wife as she sleeps. I grab my cell from the side table and look at my messages.
Hanlon: Sending me a picture in your robe at the spa is tacky, bitch.
Hanlon: Saw your Insta post about your wife, how fucking cute.
Hanlon: Also, tell the Deacon of Fairhope to not be a dick.
I snicker.
Me: You loved the picture, asshat. Don’t pretend like you’re not jealous.
Me: Speaking of, come down. I extended our trip to the weekend. I think it would be a good getaway and maybe you can tell me what the fuck is going on with you and your dad.
Me: Don’t bullshit me either, bitch. I got the room and shit already set for you.
I check my emails and everything else. I know Jagger is up because the man never sleeps which says something, because I barely get any shut-eye.
Hanlon: I’m jealous of the robe. *wink-wink*
Hanlon: I’m surprised you waited this long to threaten me into talking. I expected it weeks ago.
Me: The only thing you were jealous of is the facial that I got. You need it, ugly.
Me: Also, I was busy.
Hanlon: Fuck off. We both know who’s the ugly in this friendship and it’s not me, but I’d still consider picking you if the world was ending.
Me: Sounds like a marriage proposal.
Hanlon: You proposed first at my wedding, so technically, you want me first.
Me: You didn’t hesitate to answer that, sick fuck.
Me: Anyway, hurry the fuck up.
Hanlon: Pushy much? Lol. I’m coming. After I cum, that is.
I chuckle, placing my phone down. I walk over to where Ainslee is still sleeping. I climb on to the bed and I hover over her. I lean in and kiss all over her face. Ainslee groans, “Stop it…” she says sleepily. She turns her face to the other side. I kiss on her face again and snicker as she moans again.
I kiss down her body and when I get to her ass, I bite her ass cheek. I lift her up a little by the waist and start to tease her clit. Ainslee moans my name like she’s been waiting to say it. I suck her clit into my mouth and tongue fuck her, showing her that I need her to wake up. She arches some more and I show her what she’s been missing as I move up, eating her ass like it’s the best fucking fresh-baked croissant in a Parisian bakery.
Ainslee lets me and the whole floor know just how good I am at making her feel like she’s on top of the world. This is the way to start your day.
Jagger and Karessamade it to us a bit after Ainslee and I bought some clothes to wear. I look at Ainslee as she chats with Karessa and Kimberly. Ainslee looks good in her black jeans, a matching tank top and my black dress shirt topping it off, with these heels she bought. They’re all-black open-toe with some little red fur for the front. Ainslee’s wearing her hair up in a bun and she didn’t care to wear makeup today. She looks naturally beautiful. “You invited me here to stare at your wife?” Jagger asks me.
I look at him and chuckle. “No, I invited you because I know you need it.”
Deacon snorts. “You two are exactly the same,” he says. “Feels weird to only see you now, when we don’t live that far away from each other.”
“We’re not trying to be your best friend, cowboy,” Jagger says, teasing him even though we’ve known each other for the longest time. Can’t say that Deacon isn’t a friend. We stood by and watched as Kimberly ripped his heart in two, twice, but this hopeless man is still in love with her.
“Shut up,” Deacon says.
“So, what exactly have we gotten ourselves into today?” Jagger asks.
I shake my head. “Your girl, not mine, came up with this brilliant idea to go ride bicycles.”
