I have become attached to the life we've built for ourselves. The bar on the beach. The sunsets over the Pacific Ocean. Moonlight strolls along the water as the tide rose. Sex on the beach every evening.
Was I ready to let this go?
“I don’t want to leave either, babe,” Lucien says, and I look up at him. I realize that he’s been staring at me.
“What?” I ask.
He smiles at me. “Just because I’m not running from the law doesn’t mean that we have to leave paradise, Kerri,” he says as he looks over at the room that Miranda sleeps in. “We have a life here. Friends. Purpose.”
I draw myself closer to my lover. We hadn’t gotten married because we were technically illegal immigrants in Mexico, with fake papers. But we could even get married now. I smile, thinking to myself that at a time like this, the first thing that was going through my head was marriage.
The two grandmothers finish their margaritas and wave at us, blowing kisses at Lucien as they leave the bar. The sun has set and dusk is now turning to night slowly.
“I don’t want to leave here,” I tell Lucien, raising my head to look up at him. “I love it here.”
He nods.
“I’m with you,” he says. “That’s all that matters.”
“And you’re free too,” I say with a twinkle in my eye. “You’ve been free down here.”
Lucien looks at me for a long moment and then he smiles.
“I may not have been in jail for a year, Kerri,” he says with a smirk. “But I can tell you that I haven’t been free since the day I fucking met you.”
Smartass.
I pull him close to me as we kiss. My hand descends down to his crotch for me to start squeezing his giant organ that's begun bulging in his pants.
There’s no rush to decide anything. The world is our oyster.
And for the first time, we’re free to do anything we like with it.
It’s an amazing feeling. Being free as a bird.
And making sure that you’re trapped with your soulmate.
Hey, it could be a lot worse.
But it isn’t. So, I’m glad.
The End
I’m back!
Jailbait was the first book under Alexis Angel. It sold like 300 copies lol. Never got anywhere. Barely broke rank #1000. So long ago.
Next up…Man Chaser by Alexis Angel.
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After that, I have two short stories.
Followed by Buyer’s Remorse, a short story by Cara Angel - who is new to the Naughty Angel lineup.
All followed by, Whitney & Dax, which is a short story by Alexis Angel.
Both are never before seen and brand new. They will never be published anywhere else separately.
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Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance
She says she’s a Man Chaser. Well…they call me a Woman Tamer. Let’s see who wins, shall we?
Don’t worry. You read that line above just right. I tame women. Show them who’s boss. One night with Ethan Kane and these 8-pack abs, chiseled body and 12-inches of lust muscle hanging between my legs and they’ll do anything I damn well tell them to. So when Brittney tries to infiltrate my company to steal from me...when I see her trying to seduce me with her gorgeous curvy body and beautiful face...I know what I’m up against. And I’m not worried. At all. She thinks she can just shake that body and get me to roll over for her like a dog. She doesn’t realize that it’s going to be her that ends up on her knees as I tell her to beg. And when that happens, there’s only one question left to ask myself ... How badly does she need to be taught a lesson?
*** Come chase men with this exciting new standalone romance! No cliffhangers or cheating, but it’s a scorcher with super-steamy scenes that you’ve come to expect from Alexis Angel. Happily Ever After? Always, babe ***
Ethan
UNNGGH!
That’s the sound that Carla is making as I fuck the living daylights out of her. I raise my face to a nasty sneer and bring up a hand and slap her ass. Not hard enough to make her yelp, but just hard enough to make her fucking yelp as well as moan.
“That’s right, you like how I’m fucking you, baby?” I ask her crudely, holding onto her hips as I fuck her doggie style. I’ve got her bent over a couch and all around us looks like your average upper middle-class suburban home. Some crocheting work in the corner where the woman of the house sits. A copy of the New York Daily Journal near the Barcalounger. Giant 52” flat screen TV on the wall. Nice little fireplace going. Pictures of the family all over the place.