Wrapping my hands around her ass and giving her a squeeze, I lower my head. “I’m going to take my tipsy wife somewhere and fuck the shit out of her, that’s why I’m standing.”
“West,” she breathes as she clutches the side of my shirt.
“Say goodnight to your friends, baby,” I murmur.
Taking a step back, I take her hand in mine while she shouts to the two men in front of us. I’m not listening to her words, my focus on trying to keep my cock at bay all the while my eyes can’t stay off of her ass. She tugs on my hand, and I lift my eyes from her ass to her face. “Let’s go,” she murmurs.
Lifting my chin to the men, I tug her behind me, and we leave the shitty bar. I hate this fuckin’ place, so I’m glad we’re able to go. We walk toward my bike, and my feet falter at the sight in front of me.
Some fucking punk is standing a little too close to my bike, and he’s studying it in more than just fascination. He looks like he’s thinking pretty fucking hard about something as he takes in my black beast.
“Help you, boy?” I ask once my feet start moving again. Ivy slides up next to me and wraps her arms around my waist.
The punk looks up and takes a startled step back. His eyes widen when they land on my patches, and he shakes his head. “Cool bike,” he shrugs.
I help Ivy on the back before I throw my leg over and straddle it myself. The kid watches, but it isn’t in admiration, there’s something not right in his gaze. It makes me feel on edge, and my gut tells me something ain’t right with this boy.
Ignoring my gut in favor of paying attention to my cock, I start my engine, and we ride toward the clubhouse. The things I want to do to Ivy can’t wait. I know if we go home, one of the kids will assuredly still be awake. I want to make her scream for me, make her beg, and make her come.
It doesn’t take long for us to ride into the clubhouse parking lot and as soon as I park my bike all thoughts of the punk ass kid are gone. All I can think about is my cock and her pussy. When I turn the engine off, she squeezes my shoulder.
“We need to go home, Tori is watching the kids and I didn’t tell her we were going to be gone all night.”
Without responding immediately, I step off of my bike and remove my helmet. When I do, I catch her brown gaze with my own. “Not staying here all night, baby. Just long enough to make you fucking scream for me,” I grin. Her breath hitches and I watch as her chest starts to rise and fall.
Ivy’s eyes widen, and she opens her mouth to say something, but I have no desire to hear it. Pressing my lips to hers, I slide my tongue inside and taste her. “Let’s go, baby,” I whisper against her lips.
She lets out a sound that’s more of a whine and whimper, combination. My cock goes from semi to fully erect.
Helping her stand, I divest her of her helmet, leaving it on the seat of my bike, before I wrap my hand around hers and pull her toward the back of the clubhouse. I don’t want to go through the front. I don’t want to chance getting stopped by anybody.
I just want to be inside of my wife. I know that I was just inside of her this morning, but it’s not the same. We were angry and fighting, now we’re going to have some goddamn fun.
“West,” she giggles as she stumbles in her high heels behind me.
Once we’ve reached the back door, I dig my key out of my pocket and unlock it before pulling her inside. I can’t wait another second to taste her, again.
The door closes behind her, and I turn, pressing her back against it and my hips against her stomach. Sliding my hand around her neck, I press my thumb against her jaw to tip her head back.
Her mouth is opened slightly and her eyes are hooded as she looks up at me. Fuck. How I ever thought I could be finished with this woman, I’ll never know. I can’t deny that she’s it for me. No matter our other bullshit, the only one I want is her. Even if I want to show her off to the world, even if I might want to share her a little, I can’t hide the fact that it’s only her for me.
“Get in my room, strip down to nothin’, and show me what’s mine,” I murmur.
She gulps with a nod before her lips turn into a smile. “Yes, daddy,” she whispers.
My fingers flex against her tender throat and I can’t help but grunt as I take a step back, releasing her. Fuck. She knows what it does to me when she calls me that. She doesn’t do it often, and it’s more of a control thing rather than a kink thing, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t make me hard when her sweet voice calls me daddy.
“Just saw Ivy sprinting to your room, you good?” Torch asks from behind me.
I adjust my cock before turning around to face him. Cleo is tucked beneath his arm and giving me a sideways smile, obviously tipsy like Ivy. I glance back at Torch who is giving me a shit eating grin as well.
“Tonight, we are,” I grunt not giving anything away.
Walking past him, I ignore his laugh. The fuck always thinks he’s right, and the kicker, he usually is. I hurry toward my room and slip inside, locking it behind me before turning around to look at my wife. She’s standing in the middle of the room, completely naked save for her red high heels.
“How do you want me?” she asks as she takes the pins out of her hair. I watch as it tumbles down past her shoulders and skims her tight nipples.
“Shoes off. Head down. Ass up,” I murmur.
I watch as what looks like disappointment washes over her features. She probably thinks I’m just going to stick my cock in her, pump a few times and be done. She doesn’t realize that I plan on eating that sweet pussy before I do anything else.
Giving me a nod, I watch as she divests herself of her shoes and positions her body just like I’ve asked. Taking my cut off, I toss it on top of my dresser and undress, leaving the rest of my clothes and boots in a pile on the floor.
Crawling up behind Ivy on the bed I let out a groan when I reach her spread thighs. I grab ahold of her bare ass and give it a squeeze. “Baby, wish you’d let some of that ass come back, but I can’t deny you look fucking amazing,” I groan.
She lets out a sigh, and I lower my face toward her center, inhaling her scent. “West,” she whimpers.
I chuckle as I bite the flesh of her ass. “I’m hungry, baby, give me that cunt,” I announce.
“Fuck,” she hisses as she arches her back and brings her hot pussy closer to me.
I bury my face in her cunt, wrapping my hands around her thighs as I jerk her even closer. Flattening my tongue against her clit, I slowly lick her. She tastes phenomenal. Taking my time, I build her up slowly, not wishing to rush this moment between us. I want to create a slow, long, climax. They’re my favorite to give her. The noises she makes, the way her body moves—I fucking love it.
“Oh shit,” she cries as her thighs start to shake. I know she’s close as she tries to move away from my mouth, but I don’t let her.
My fingers clamp down around her thighs and I pull her against my face again. “I can’t. Stop. Oh God,” she moans as she starts to shake even harder.
Then she lets out a long groan and reaches back to wrap her hand around my hair, fisting it between her fingers. “It hurts, holy fuck,” she cries, but she doesn’t push me away, not that I would go anywhere.
Her taste is all I can think about right now, her screams filling the air are all that I can hear. When I close my eyes, I imagine that we’re in a room full of people, people who are watching the way I can make my wife scream.
Ivy’s fingers tighten in my hair again and she lets out a sob as her body starts to go limp. She then collapses on the bed. I lick her pussy one last time, collecting her cum with my tongue before I spread her ass apart with my hands and place my tongue against her back entrance.
“Oh baby,” she murmurs into the pillow as I swirl my tongue around her ass. Her hand is still in my hair, holding it loosely, and when I continue to lick her beautiful hole, her fingers tighten again. “You feel good,” she admits on a sigh.
Slipping one of my hands between her legs I
start to play with her swollen clit. I pet her gently knowing that she’s still sensitive, but when she pushes back against me, I grin. She’s climbing again. I’m going to wear her out tonight, to prove to her that we not only work, we work fucking great.
It doesn’t take long before her hips start to move harder and faster. I shove two fingers inside of her as I continue to lick her ass. My other hand slides around her hip to play with her clit.
“West, oh my God, I’m going to come again,” she shouts.
She rubs against my fingers at her clit and pushes her ass against my face, over and over again. Her pussy clamps down around my fingers so hard that I regret not having my dick inside of her, as she cries out and throws her head back, riding out her second climax.
“Roll over, baby,” I grunt as I sit back on my calves.
She slowly rolls onto her back and looks at me through unfocused, hazy eyes, her lids drooping and a lazy smile on her lips. Thoughts of being inside of her fill my mind, but first, I want in her mouth. I crawl up the middle of her body, my knees on either side of her, and straddle her shoulders.
Leaning over, I grab ahold of the cheap headboard and lower down. Ivy instantly opens her mouth, and I tip my chin as I watch my cock disappear down her hot throat. I know she can take all of me, she’s had years of practice, but no matter how many times I fuck her mouth, it’s always spectacular.
I grunt before I speak, “So pretty, baby. Now play with yourself, keep that pussy primed and ready for me.”
She moans and I feel her body shift beneath mine. I can feel her movements as she plays with her pussy, and I fuck her a little harder. Letting out a breath I can’t stop myself from visualizing, yet again, that other eyes watch us. I want that, I want it so goddamn bad.
When I’m about to blow, I pull out of her quickly and roll off of the bed to stand at the side. I watch as her hand plays between her legs, her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt and her eyes slide closed. I’m almost content to just gaze upon her as she makes herself come again, but I need inside of her too badly to do that tonight.
Reaching down I wrap my hand around her ankle and reposition her body, tugging her closer to me. Wrapping my hand around her other ankle, I lift them both and drape them over my shoulders. Without a word, I sink into her hot, tight, swollen center.
“Fuck,” I hiss when I’m seated deep inside of her. She wraps her arms around the backs of her legs and pulls them closer to her chest, widening them at the same time.
Leaning over her body, I press my lips against hers once, my tongue tasting her mouth before I straighten my body again.
Wrapping my hands around her ass cheeks, I pull out and pump back inside of her, pulling her against me at the same time. She groans and I repeat the action, slowly, one last time. Then, the third time I slam back inside with all of my strength.
She hisses as I pound into her body, my eyes staying connected to hers with each thrust. “Harder, oh God,” she cries out.
I do as she asks, fucking her harder and faster, causing her to shake her head from side to side with each pump of my hips. When her pussy clamps down around me, I can’t hold back, I come and let out a groan as I fill her with my release.
“No more,” Ivy mumbles as her hands wrap around my forearms.
Looking down at her I grin. She’s covered in sweat, her makeup is a mess, and she looks exhausted but she also looks sated. Sliding my hands up her body, leaning over her, pressing my chest and mouth against hers I whisper, “No more, tonight, baby. I love you, Ivy.”
She sighs and wraps her arms around my back, shoving her face into my neck. “I love you, so much, West.”
Gathering her in my arms, I hold my wife. I love her. Fuck yeah, I do, but I’m also lying to her. With every breath I take, I’m living a lie. She doesn’t know that when I fuck her and close my eyes, I imagine us being in the free-for-all room.
I know she’s disgusted when her brother and his woman, Serina, fuck all over the clubhouse. I know that she’d be disgusted if I even mentioned it to her. So, I lie, to her and to myself. I tell myself that my love for her is enough, that I don’t need anything else—that I can and will be happy.
Straightening my skirt, I let out a breath. Dental receptionist may not sound like much to most people, but this will be my first job since waiting tables at Carlotta’s fifteen years ago. I’m nervous as hell. This job will be almost the exact amount I’ll need a month to continue with Chad, and not use any of West’s money.
Closing my eyes for just a second, I think back over the past week. It’s been a wonderful week for West and me. He hasn’t mentioned me working again, or the gym. I’m a little afraid to bring it up because things have been so great—almost too good, really. He’s been more present the past week then he had been for months. However, that doesn’t negate the fact that we had an argument, one that is very much unresolved. Right now, we’re just ignoring it, but we won’t be able to do that forever.
All of the kids are in school now all day, so there really is no reason for me not to work. I don’t mind it, I just mind the way he became so upset with me and talked to me. I’m actually excited for this interview and hope that it works out.
The kids will need to be transported after school to whatever sports they have, or taken home, but other than that, this is the perfect opportunity. I’ll have Fridays, weekends, and evenings off. It doesn’t get much better than that.
Plastering on a smile, I open the door to the dentist’s office and walk inside.
The interview was painless and I was floored when they offered me the job on the spot. Especially since I don’t know much about scheduling appointments on their computer system or how to work their phone lines. I was assured that it would be easy to learn, and they would be patient with me, teaching me anything I need to know.
Climbing into my SUV, I decided to head toward the clubhouse to tell West about my new job. I’m too excited to keep it to myself. It doesn’t take me long to drive there, maybe ten minutes. When I arrive, I wave at the prospect at the gate who immediately opens it for me. I pull into the spot next to West’s bike and slide out of the front seat.
It’s quiet as I walk through the front door. There’s nobody behind the bar and it’s almost like a ghost town. I’m used to people always milling around this place any time I’ve shown up. Instead of calling out for West or anybody else, I start looking around for people.
In the past, I’ve never been one to poke my head around this place too often. There are things that happen here that are sketchy, to say the least. I walk toward MadDog’s office but can tell before I get too close that the door is closed and the lights are off inside.
Then I walk further down the hall to discover that the kitchen is the same, dark and empty. Turning back around, I walk through the bar and go to the one place I always refuse to go. The club whore’s area. I can’t really stand them, though I know they have a purpose it doesn’t mean that I like them.
The room where they usually hang out is empty as well, save for a few sleeping club whores. I decide to check the room where they hold church. I assume that’s where they must be. I don’t hear anything, and there isn’t a prospect standing outside of the door, but when I press my ear to it, I can hear voices.
I don’t know how long they’ll be in there, so I decide to leave and head over to the gym. I have to tell someone about my new job and Chad seems like he would care. I told him already that West and I had had an argument and part of it was about finances. So, I know that he’ll be excited about my new venture, plus, I think it will be good to get out and do something else. I can only do so much housework in a day.
Pulling my car up to the gym, I smile when I see both Chad and Brian’s cars are in the lot. I make my way toward the entrance and step inside. Brian’s smile is the first thing I see so I tell him my news.
“I got a job,” I squeal.
He blinks once, then a smile appears on his lips. “Oh yeah? Where at?”
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br /> I explain that I’ll be a dental office receptionist. He nods and lifts his arm, motioning for Chad to join us. I tell him the same and Chad beams down at me before he wraps me in a hug. “Drinks to celebrate?” he asks.
I shake my head violently. “I can’t drink with you for a while. I’m too old and it takes too long to recover,” I murmur, placing my hand on my head.
“You’re crazy,” he grins. “Does this change our sessions?” he asks a few moments later.
Shaking my head, I explain that I have to be at the office at nine, which means as long as I’m at the gym at seven-thirty I can still fit in a good hour. Maybe on Fridays, I can catch up with an extra solo workout.
I start mentally planning a schedule. Perhaps I can even start coming in on Saturday and Sunday to offset the usual hours I would spend working out after my paid sessions. I smile to myself, knowing, that this is exactly what I need to do. It will be an adjustment, but I’m excited.
“Let’s go out to lunch to celebrate,” he announces just as my phone rings.
Pulling my brows together I reach inside of my purse and pull out my cell. It’s Rosalie calling, and I frown. She should be in classes. “Hello,” I murmur.
“Hey Mom, can I go to the mall with Riley and Finley after school today?”
I sigh, hell no she can’t go an hour away on a freaking school night. Is she certifiable? “Umm, no. I’ll be at the school at three to pick you up. Maybe you can go this weekend, but it’s a school night.”
Rosalie makes a noise in the back of her throat and I brace myself for the argument that I know is about to ensue. “Dad said I could go,” she snaps.
Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath before I let it out. I give Chad and Brian a wave and leave the gym. I start to walk to my car, but there’s a boy standing next to it. My steps falter and I freeze in my spot, my eyes staying on him, but I continue my conversation with Rosalie.
“I don’t care what your father said. He doesn’t know the schedule. Your brothers have baseball tonight, and aside from that, you have homework and school tomorrow. So the answer is no. If you aren’t there waiting for me to pick you up, you’ll be grounded.”
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