Ready for Love
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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. More
This book is the second book of a seriesm The Men of 3X CONStruction, for optimum enjoyment should be read with Book One: Have I Told You Lately.
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.