Page 14 of Entangled With The Hellhound

Damn! I can just imagine how the red would stain my dick after she wrapped those succulent lips around it…

“Babe? You good?” Christine bites her bottom lip as she watches me closely.

I smirk at her because she knows exactly what I’m thinking. It’s not unusual for us to hook up and tear up the sheets from time to time. After all, when we split, it was sort of amicable. We were young as hell when we got together. Eventually, we decided it was better if we left each other alone, sort of. However, I haven’t seen or heard from Christine in about six months. It’s like she dropped off the face of the earth.

“Yeah, I’m good. How’d you know I was here?”

“Marie. I stopped by the shop, and when neither one of you was there, I called her.” Christine says with a smirk of her own.

I can’t say that I’m surprised that Marie told Christine where I was. At one point, they were as thick as thieves. Although Marie wasmyassistant, you would’ve thought Christine was the one paying her salary.

“So, when did you get back into town? I haven’t heard from you in months.” I don’t like beating around the bush. There are only two reasons Christine stays gone for long periods. Either she found a new man, or she found trouble and was hiding.

“I’ve been back in town for a minute.” She airily waves her hand like I don’t know she’s full of shit. But whatever. Christine is no longer my problem.

“Alrighty. Anyways I’m kinda busy, as you can see. So, what’d you want?”

Christine forms her mouth into a pout that I used to find cute, but her tricks don’t work on me anymore. And even though we’ve slept together since our divorce, our relationship was toxic as fuck.

“I want what I always want… you.” She licks her lips as her eyes roam over my body from my boots to the top of my head. Christine lets out a little moan as she steps closer to me and grabs a handful of my dick.

I’m not shocked by her aggressiveness. Christine always liked control. Which is one reason we’ll never work. She tried to control me. She used any and everything to get me to be her puppet.

“Well, we don’t always get what we want, Sweetie.” I challenge with a grin.

Not to be outdone, Christine grips my junk tighter like she has a claim on me still. And even though she doesn’t, my dick goes stiff because he hasn’t learned to discern all attention isn’t good attention.

Someone clearing their throat behind us ends our stand-off, but Christine still hasn’t let go. Her boldness is something that has always been attractive to me.

“They called for you twenty minutes ago. They want to move the motorcycle, but nobody’s supposed to touch it, so…” A woman with a curly afro with silver tips says as she looks between Christine and me.

I brush Christine’s hand away as I turn to face the woman, “I’m coming.”

“I bet…” Silver tips mumbles as she turns and walks away.

“Listen, I’m busy. I’ll have to catch up with you some other time.”

“Really? Since when do you brush me off?” Christine’s hazel eyes narrow as she places her hands on her hips.

I can tell by her stance she’s about to start some shit, but I’m not in the mood to deal with her theatrics at the moment.

“We’re not together anymore, Chris.” I remind her with a shake of my head.

Christine gets possessive any time she thinks anyone or anything is getting my attention. It’s been five years since we’ve been divorced, and she still has the same sense of entitlement when it comes to me.

I always have to put her in her place, and taming her is part of the fun. It’s a game that we play. She gets possessive and snarky, and I bend her over and fuck her until she remembers that nobody runs Stone Rutherford.

Christine is just playing the game we normally play. I’m the one changing the rules this time. Because I can’t have my crazy ex-wife getting in the way of my assignment. Hellhounds always comes first.

And my neurotic ex-wife will not take too kindly to me having another woman in my bed. And that’s exactly where I need Roxy to be so I can keep an eye on her. I mean, I don’thaveto have her in my bed to do what the Prez ordered; I’ve just made up my mind that my bed, hell any bed with me, is the best place for Roxy to be.

And if it’s one thing I know about my ex-wife, she does not like sharing. And if there’s one thing I learned from my limited conversations with Roxy, she wouldn’t be too keen on the idea either.

I definitely have to keep Christine and Roxy separated. And if I don’t play this right, Christine will not make that an easy task.

“We haven’t been married for a long time, but that never stopped you before. You gotta new girl or something?”

I rub my hand down my face and blow out a breath because no matter what I say, it’s gonna be the wrong shit. And I’m not a man known for his patience, and Christine knows exactly what buttons to push to get me to lose it.