Just a Couple Ex's Blindsided (15 page)

The next morning Liv smiled herself awake. She felt like a sex kitten stretching naked under the sheets. She could feel the light ache of vigorous lovemaking between her thighs. She just wanted to ... sing an opera! Laughing, she stretched more. She knew Axel was up already. He’d kissed her an hour or so earlier and said he was going to make coffee and she should sleep in.

God, she hadn’t felt this sexy in years. The thrill of it just hummed through her body. Liv turned on her tummy grabbing a pillow to shove under her chin as she stared at the headboard.

“
Three
orgasms,” she whispered.

Axel just didn’t take no for an answer, where her orgasms were concerned. He’d taught her a lot of things too. Like the way he had her rubbing her clit, while he thrust
so
good inside her. He acted as if she was really hot and he couldn’t get enough of her.

It made her freaking fly with happiness.

And, Axel’s body. “Yum,” she purred. She could stroke him forever; he was such a hunk of man.

She heard the door whisper open behind her, then Axel’s quiet voice. “Hey, baby, your cell is ringing.”

She heard the next ring as she started to turn, but the cell appeared in her line of vision. “Thank you,” she whispered over her shoulder to Axel before she looked back to her cell and took the call.

“Hello.” She paused listening ... “Katie, hi. Oh, it’s been a while.”

She hadn’t talked to her friend Katie in more than a month. As she listened to Katie inviting her to a barbeque, she felt Axel sitting beside her. Then his warm hand slowly stroked up her bare back. Her bottom shifted, as she took a deep breath.

“Andrew and I are divorcing,” she spoke into the cell. Axel’s hand stopped moving.

Katie was shocked, then stuttering, and then she invited her again to come alone to the barbeque. “I don’t know, things are crazy,” Liv said to the second invite. Axel had started playing with her hair. Maybe it was Axel being right there beside her ... her lover, but she asked, “Can I bring someone?”

Katie immediately thought it was another girlfriend as Liv looked over her shoulder at Axel. His gaze judged her, but his hand slowly, started pulling the sheet down revealing her behind. “I’ll go with you anywhere,” he whispered.

She felt the sheet leaving her bare. Wow. “Umm, no it’s a man I’m seeing.” Then she had to say, “Yes, really quick. Yes, a surprise.” Axel’s hand cupped her buttock, distracting her thoughts. Then she realized what Katie asked.

Liv sat quickly upright, making Axel have to scoot back, as she clutched the cell. “No, I was
not
cheating on him,” she said angrily into the cell. “I’ve just met someone right after I found Andrew cheating
on
me.”

Liv couldn’t believe how unsympathetic Katie was. Katie was acting like her marriage could catch the trouble and divorce by just being associated with Liv.

“I can’t believe you are acting like you don’t believe me,” Liv said, with hurt in her voice. Axel’s arm came around her back and she leaned into him.

“Maybe we’ll talk later. I have to go.” Liv snapped her cell shut. “That was eye opening,” she muttered. Then she was transported onto Axel’s lap and her arms automatically went around his neck. She realized she was completely nude, while he was dressed in jeans and a button down shirt. He pulled, until he wrapped her up against him.

“Never thought about it,” he said into her hair, while she sought comfort in his embrace. “I guess married friends are going to break one of two ways, for or against.”

She rubbed her nose against his neck. “I’m betting now a-gainst.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. Then he brought up a new subject that had her blushing, “You sore, baby?” His hands were warm and exploring, as she nodded into his neck. Her answer made him sigh. “Okay, then I better...” He started to pull back.

She cupped his neck. “You really could do it again?” she asked, amazed.

His eyes were turned to look down at her bare breasts. “Oh, yeah. But I’m going to let you recover today, and I’m getting some lube.”

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered back at him, smiling. Seemed she was going to have a smoking hot affair.

“
Christ,
Liv.” Her mouth went down on him again. “Jesus,” he groaned, watching her lips stretch over his thick shaft. He’d never in a million years guessed she’d ... “
Oh
, Christ,” he groaned as she started going faster, while swirling her tongue in the most incredible way. His hips began bucking upwards. Then he realized ...

“Goin to come, baby,” he uttered out of breath, and he grabbed the base of his shaft trying to hold it back. Damn, he’d never gotten her take on swallowing. Liv knocked his hand away, moving over him with her hair trailing over his abdomen and thighs, and she
sucked
faster.

Okay.
He arched upward. 

Ten minutes later, she laid with her head on his abs and her finger swirling on his chest as he sifted his fingers through her hair. “That was amazing,” he rasped.

He felt her smile across his flesh. “I never swallowed before,” she whispered.

Hell.

His hand tightened on her small skull. “Treasure, baby, pure treasure,” he told her, then he moved and grasped under her arms to pull her body up his, until he had her mouth in a ten-minute kissing appreciation marathon.

When he slowed, he looked down on her with his hands on either side of her face. How could he have known he’d find this kind of special, after finding Kiki cheating? Everyone looking outside might think he was an unlucky bastard to have a cheating-assed wife, but he wasn’t that at all.

“I’m so lucky I found you, Liv.”

Epilogue

Summer was nearly over and Liv watched Axel handing over the keys to the rental shop. The sale was complete and the newly married couple buying Axel’s store looked as happy as she and Axel did. Axel hooked an arm across her neck from behind and kissed her cheek, then held her against his side.

“You need any consult, give us a call,” Axel told the couple.

Liv waved as she and Axel started heading back to their SUV. She’d found out in the months they’d live together and gone through their separate divorces together, some of it easy and most of it hard, that Axel had always wanted to be a pilot.

He’d found out to his surprise that her rose farm wasn’t just a small little business that her ex-husband always thought it was, because he could never show any interest in it. It wasn’t small and barely making it ... instead it was big and very profitable, to the tune of a million and a half annually. Which meant that after Axel lost a huge whack to his witch-of-a-wife Kiki, by having to sell both the house and business at a loss, plus the credit card totals Axel hadn’t known about, Liv was able to say to him, with lots of love.

“Happy flying, baby. I can’t wait until you get your license and can fly me around as your first customer.”

Axel grabbed her by the door of the SUV for a flat-out
hot
make out kiss, right out there on the highway, and when the heat of his passionate mouth lifted, he said, “Maybe I’ll learn how to dust our rose crop.”

She laughed, hugging him. “Love you, baby.”

His immediate response ... “Love you as much.”

The End.

“H
e’s a biker,” Natalie exclaimed under her breath as she inched around the bushes, watching him.

And that biker, whose wife was in the house, was going to walk in and catch Natalie’s husband inside with his wife. Natalie still couldn’t get over the fact he was a biker, much less the fact her husband Dean had gone into that house with another woman ...

She was blanking out the kiss they’d done on the way in.

Now she wondered how much she hated her husband for cheating on her, because if she let that biker go in and catch them, then Dean would likely be dead seconds later. The man had stopped his big motorcycle with the long handle bars, which she thought they called a chopper, back behind Dean’s small pickup. She wondered how Dean and the biker’s wife hadn’t heard the rumble of the chopper parking at the end of the driveway.

“He might not be her husband,” she muttered, really trying to convince herself into letting her lying, cheating, and asshole husband get caught ...

The biker looked big in the dark and he jangled as he walked toward the house, while looking over Dean’s small pickup very closely. He had a bandana on and a dark beard. She wondered if he had a big beer belly like in the movies. He stopped at the end of Dean’s truck and he looked up at the house. The porch light caught his face and she gasped at how fierce he looked. He suspected something. She was certain of it!

His hand came up and he scrubbed it over his head, pulling some pieces of his long dark hair from the bandana. She wanted Dean to pay ... really bad. But maybe she didn’t want him dead. Nevertheless, she didn’t move forward to save him either, and she wasn’t sure she ever would have, but ...

The little screech she gave, at feeling something move across her bare leg, gave her away.

Ah oh.

She was too busy looking down at what touched her, and then trying to get away from it too see the biker was coming toward her. Below her, she saw beady eyes glinting in the light at her feet and she made an alarmed sound again.

“What the hell, lady.”

Natalie’s eyes darted up to the biker towering over her. She pushed on his chest. No beer belly, only solid muscle. “Move! There’s something back here.”

“It’s a cat,” his voice rumbled.

Oh shoot that wasn’t bad. Still, she pushed past him and headed down the driveway. “Um ... sorry, I, um ... thought my ball got thrown back there and I was looking for it.”

Her voice stalled at the same moment her body did with her gaze trapped by the bra and panties on the front passenger seat of Dean’s truck. She made a wounded sound. He’d told her so many times that she was imagining affairs that weren’t there.

“You fucking know him, don’t you?”

Natalie jerked, and nearly fell backward, but a big hand wrapped around her upper arm and steadied her from falling. Tears were dripping down her cheeks, while she shook her head ... lying. She saw the biker had a dark moustache, firm lips, and penetrating eyes.

“She’s not expecting me home. So when I go in there ...” He chin nodded the house. “I won’t find your what ... boyfriend or husband in there fucking her?”

His voice was growled, angry, and furious. She couldn’t help the whimper his accusations tore from her. Then he seemed to notice what she was death staring.

“Fuck,” he cussed, dropping his hold on her arm to walk closer, looking down through the windshield.

“Don’t kill them,” she whispered through her tears. His gaze cut to hers and she saw he was an attractive man in an earthy and rugged way. “Their bad and horrible, but not worth ...”

“You’re right,” he snapped, shutting down her words as he straightened and turned toward her. She saw his fists were clenched and the jangling she’d heard earlier likely came from the big motorcycle boots with buckles he was wearing. A thought of him stomping Dean came to her, and she knew that her gaze looking into his was fearful.

“Shit lady,” he uttered. He moved toward her and his hand lifted to brush at the tears on her cheek. “Don’t be afraid of me. I got control.”

She bit her bottom lip, shuddered, and nodded.

Rio grimaced at the plump little housewife, so timid she was practically shaking. How out of whack was it, finding her like he had, sneaking around his house because of what was going on inside. The housewife didn’t look like she had it in her to do a sneak-on-the-cheaters-surveillance. He was impressed. Do not judge a book by its cover.

Yeah, the cover of beauty, like his two-timing wife. His gaze swung to the front door.

He had to go in there and he didn’t know what to do with the bastard’s woman beside him. He knew what he was going to find inside — he was as ready for the cut as any man could be. But the voluptuous little house wife threw him off.

“Going in,” he told her, and she grabbed his arm.

“Be careful,” she said strangely, and he wondered what kind of husband she had. She was cute, plump and looked like a suburban housewife. No way was her dick husband any kind of man he’d picture his wife Lanie with.

Lanie was tall, slender, blonde, and beautiful. But also a bitch. He hadn’t figured that last part out until the shine of a couple years of marriage had worn off. Then Lanie became self-absorbed and never turned back. If she wasn’t bitching about how he didn’t make enough money, she was gripping about having to make dinner, keep the house up (which she didn’t do) or how they never went out and socialized. Maybe because he was too busy working his ass off.

To say he wasn’t very conflicted walking up to his front door, would be a fucking lie. On the one hand his wife was a bitch more than she wasn’t and on the other hand she was
his
bitch. And she always gave out sex regularly, which helped to cool the part about her being a bitch. But now she was giving that little bit of sugar he got to some other asshole.

He was supposed to be out of town at his brother’s so there was no way Lanie was expecting him. He’d done it on purpose, because two days ago he’d found a condom wrapper in her car, in the back seat. She’d brought her car into his shop to get the oil changed and tires rotated. He’d kept thinking crap like how lucky he was none of the other guys had worked on her car. He’d insisted on doing his wife’s. What a dumb fuck.

So while he had set it up to catch her that night, he’d not been certain until he’d stopped his chopper out front. Even then, it could have been something else. Up until the little wifey showed up, and then he’d seen those panties in the unknown truck in his driveway. Panties he’d recognized. Rio wondered how a cuckold dude was supposed to act walking into his house and finding his wife getting dicked by another guy.

But he wasn’t going to let Lanie being unfaithful put him into jail.