Ex-Con tries to convince his ex-girlfriend to give him another chance
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The Men of 3X Construction
Second book in Men of ThreeX CONStruction series.
Red and Denise have been together eight years when she breaks it off. It couldn't have come at a worst time. His company is under attack and he's being targeted. He has to filter through all the mess to come up with a plan to both trap the crooks and save their relationship.
Red sat in the driveway of the two-story brick home contemplating his next move. His partners in Three X Construction, Ross and Smoke, refused to allow him to quit over what they termed bullshit.
He’d finally hopped in his Hummer and drove around to clear his head. At least that’s the shit he’d told his boys. The look on both their faces called him a liar. Hitting the steering wheel, he yelled out his frustration.
Why’d he always have to be the fuck-up?
All his brothers had strong careers working for themselves. As the youngest, he’d had less responsibility and stayed in the most trouble.
Smoke had called him out days before for straddling the fence in his non-relationship with his babies’ mama and ex-girl, Denise. She’d been right. He needed to grow up. Ever since the fundraiser a few weeks ago, she’d been on his mind more than usual. That was hard to understand since she was buried so deep inside him, she was never far from his thoughts.
The red sparkly dress she’d worn that night had his balls tensing and his cock straight hard. He lost his mind for a second when he saw her looking up at that asshole. Smoke had tried to stop him, but he was on autopilot.
Nobody touched his woman. Fuck that they’d had a disagreement. She was still his. It was all he could do to keep from throwing her over his shoulder and taking her to a dark corner. He’d make her remember why they’d been so good together.
When he heard her complaining to Ms. Connie, the construction company’s office manager, and Cherise, something snapped. She’d broken up with him on a bullshit tip and wouldn’t talk to him. Lord knows he’d tried.
That was probably why he sat, like a lump of coal, in her driveway at nine pm. He had a shitload of mess on his mind and didn’t want to be alone. He’d bypassed his townhouse, as well as Smoke’s offer to crash at his beachfront condo.
Now, like a jackass, he sat on the outside wanting in.
That’s what this insatiable need to be around her was fast becoming. He inhaled and glanced at his watch for the tenth time in the past twenty minutes, hoping to clear his head in preparation for a titillating exchange with Denise.
She wasn’t easy, but matched him perfectly. You’d never know she was a preacher’s kid the way her mouth went off. Thinking of her mouth, led to visions of her full lips, which made him hard. He swallowed, pushing away his desire and righting his pants.
Unlocking his door, he stepped out of his black Hummer and pocketed the keys as he moved slowly toward the door. A car sounded in the distance, the hum of a neighborhood settling for the night calmed his jangled nerves. The mat proclaimed ‘welcome.’ Somehow, he doubted it extended to him.
After ringing the doorbell, he stepped back so she could see him. He suspected she knew he’d been outside the moment he arrived. It probably tickled her that he took this long to knock on her door. Probably thought he’d been scared. He wasn’t sure how far off she was on that. Not of her, but the whole situation with someone sabotaging the company, his role in it and since he was being honest, their relationship or lack thereof, worked his nerves.
His hands stroked the cotton lining in his pockets searching for additional warmth as he ducked his chin into the collar of his heavy Burma jacket against the night chill.
Light footsteps neared the door. Without conscious thought, he rocked side-to-side, digging in his pockets further.
“Red?” a muffled voice asked surprised.
“Yeah.” Who the hell else would be showing up this time of night, he wondered.
“What?” The chain he installed rattled as she disengaged it. “What are you doing here?” She finished unlocking the dead bolt and looked through the storm door at him in surprise.
I need you to hold me and tell me everything will be okay. “I need to talk to you,” he said.
“You couldn’t have called?” she snapped. One hand held her blue fleece robe in place as the other unlocked the last barrier between the cold and warmth. She swung open the door and stepped back.
“Yeah, I could’ve called, but I wanted to see you and the girls. I hoped to catch them before they went to bed.”
He relocked the storm door and then the heavier door before glancing at her again. In truth, he needed a moment to pull it together. Seeing her dressed for bed fucked with him in ways he didn’t want to explore. Well he did, but that would lead to blue balls.
At five feet six inches, compared to his six foot three frame, she wasn’t very tall, but she’d been blessed with beautiful clear mocha-colored skin, straight white teeth, a fantastic set of high sitting, perky breasts and a nice round ass. He’d been drooling over her body for the past eight years. Even after the girls were born, she’d snapped back into shape and still looked good.