Best Friend's Ex Box Set

"What's wrong?" she said looking up at me as she stuck her lip out and gave me a faux pout. "Don't you want me to?"

"No, I do, I just..." I began as she leaned forward and deep throated me again.

I groaned loudly as I slid my fingers deep into her thick hair and pulled it away from her lovely face so I could watch her as she licked and sucked her way from tip to base, stopping only long enough to run her tongue around the edge and lap up the liquid that already oozed from the tip. She smiled as she looked up at me and took my entire shaft deep into the back of her throat where she held it for a moment before pulling back and teasing me with her tongue.

"Oh my God, baby," I groaned as she sucked harder and moved her mouth faster. I hear her moaning as she moved her mouth up and down, and I couldn't stop myself from holding the back of her head and thrusting deeper into her mouth. She moaned loudly and nodded frantically as I moved my hips back and forth, using her mouth and feeling her lips pulling me closer and closer to an intense climax.

An instant later, I exploded and felt the redhead stop moving as I throbbed and jerked in her mouth. As the waves of pleasure flowed over my body, I sagged against the wall and looked down. The girl's green eyes looked up at me as she flashed me a sexy grin. I reached down and pulled her up off her knees and kissed her deeply before asking, "Now, what can I do for you?"

"Oh, nah, I'm good," she said as she tipped her head sideways and smiled. "Bugsy paid me up front, so it's all good! Is there anything else you want? He told me the sky was the limit!"

The pleasure I'd felt suddenly sunk into my gut and twisted like a knot as I realized what had happened. I forced a smile as I shook my head and said tersely, "I'm good. Thank you." The redhead grabbed her dress off the floor and quickly slipped it over her head then leaned over and kissed me before pulling the door open and heading back into the club. I followed her as soon as I'd put a lid on my anger.

I found Bugsy in the balcony surrounded by a circle of stunners. He was entertaining them with a few of the lame magic tricks he'd learned specifically for this purpose.

"I need to talk to you," I growled as I motioned toward the hallway. He followed me after assuring the girls that he'd be right back.

"What's up?" Bugsy asked as he flipped a quarter with one hand.

"You paid that girl to have sex with me?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You son of a bitch," I said as I grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. "You don't think I can get my own women? You're such an asshole!"

"Hey, hey, hey, the watch the suit," Bugsy said not at all concerned about the fact that his best friend and business partner was extremely angry with him. "Look, I know you can get your own women. You've done it a million times. It's been a rough day and I just thought I'd grease the wheel and make sure there weren't any loose strings that would interfere with our business right now."

"Fuck you, Bugsy," I grumbled as I let go of him. "I don't need your fucking charity!"

"It's not charity, Adam," he said calmly. "It's just good business. Neither one of us can afford to have a woman interfering with our business right now. Keep it simple and straight forward and you can still get your rocks off, you just won't get trapped in something that will distract you."

"You're a fucking cynic, you know that, don't you?" I muttered.

"No, I'm a pragmatist, my friend," he said with a smile.

"Same difference," I said as I shot him a dirty look.

"No, it really isn't," he replied seriously. "A cynic thinks everyone's aim is to screw him. A pragmatist realizes that everyone will, but doesn't take it personally."

"Fuck you, Bugsy," I said as I turned and stormed away.

"See you at home!" Bugsy called after me.

I marched out of the club and headed back toward Bugsy's apartment, angry and feeling more alone than I ever had before.

Chapter Seven

Grace

We pulled into the driveway of my family's home a few hours after leaving Chicago, and after I thanked my driver and paid him, I turned and took in the familiar sight of the white house set off away from the road. I'd changed into my Amish cotton dress at the last rest stop, but had waited to put on my kapp until I got out of the car. It felt stiff and confining, and I hated the way it covered my hair and made me look like every other woman in Corner Grove. But that was the point.

The neatly maintained yard and my mother's small vegetable garden were perfectly aligned with the laundry line Dat had strung off to one side. It was achingly empty on a day when it should have been full of bedding, clothing, and towels. To the left of the house was the barn where Dat kept the buggy and his farming equipment in addition to the hay that was harvested each fall and used to feed the three horses and two cows during the winter.

Off to the left of the barn was another, smaller barn where Blackie, and Belle, our buggy and plow horses, lived with Greta and Genevieve, the family milk cows. Dat had let Faith and me name the cows when he'd first bought them, and we'd settled on names that sounded glamorous. When the Bishop had frowned and told Dat that it wasn't proper for Amish girls to be thinking about such worldly things, Dat had simply nodded to acknowledge his brother's displeasure and then sat us down for a chat

about worldly pursuits.

As I looked at the barn, I could hear Dat's deep voice asking Faith and me if we understood why the Bishop was unhappy with the choice of names. We'd both shook our heads and Dat had explained that if we were choosing the names as a way of honoring God our Father, then the names were an appropriate tribute, but if we were choosing them because we wanted the cows to become more glamorous and worldly, then there were going to be problems. Faith and I had giggled at Dat's reasoning, and quickly agreed that our cows' names were Godly names. Once we'd clarified our rationale, Dat had kissed our heads and sent us off to help Mamm in the garden.