Zero Apologies

by Autumn Jones Lake

  Z pins me up against the wall right outside the hallway leading away from all the mayhem. The room is overflowing with people so no one is really paying attention to us. Z rests his hand against my dress right over my crotch. “It’s so tight, I can’t—”

  Husky laughter passes my lips.

  “Whose pussy is this?”

  “Mine.”

  “Wrong answer, siren. If anyone’s taking care of you tonight, it’s me. I earned it.”

  “Is that right?”

  He leans in and nips my earlobe. “You know it is.”

  “Can we slip away?” I ask.

  He surveys the room and finally takes mercy on me, leading us down the hallway.

  Inside our room, he snaps on the light.

  I stop in front of him and he bumps into me, gripping my hips to steady us. “Careful, siren.” His warm breath skates over my bare shoulder.

  He drops one hand to my ass and gives it a gentle squeeze. I arch my back, pressing myself into his groin.

  “You keep pressing your ass into me, you’re going to have my hands all over it.”

  I let out a soft moan and wiggle against him even harder. A growly-rumbling eases out of him.

  Feeling braver, I slide out of his hold and strut over to the nightstand. He watches with a curious expression while I pull out my “gift” to him.

  “Whatcha got there?” His eyes narrow as he inspects the bottle. “Lube? Trust me, you don’t need it.”

  I toss the bottle on the bed and turn around. Looking over my shoulder, I run my hands over my hips and ass. “Are you sure you can’t find some use for it?”

  He bites his lip and steps closer. His hands land on my hips and he yanks me against him. My body shivers as he kisses my bare shoulder. “You said your sweet ass wasn’t open for business.”

  “And then you kept trying to break in and I kind of enjoyed it.”

  “Is that right?” He slides one hand over my belly, holding me in place while he slides the other one over my ass. “You want me to fuck your beautiful ass?”

  I moan and nod.

  “No, Lilly. I want to hear you say it.”

  “I’m handing you the lube and my ass on a silver platter. What do you need me to say?”

  He rumbles a growly-noise of agreement and my skin prickles in anticipation. “Tell me,” he prompts. “I need the words, Lilly.”

  “I’m…open to the idea of you fucking my ass.” I glance over my shoulder and nearly burst into flames from the heat flickering in his deep blue eyes. “If you help me prepare properly to take that monster cock of yours.”

  I expect him to laugh at my teasing but he squeezes one ass cheek instead. He drops his head to my shoulder and licks a path to my neck. “My pleasure.”

  Burning desire for my husband to take me every which way blazes through my body. His reaction prompts me to lean over and pull something else out of the drawer. “I was going to wear it and surprise you, but it was a little more…work than I was prepared for. Plus, Trinity and Hope already helped me into the dress. I thought a butt plug might be asking too much of our friendship.”

  This time, Z roars with laughter and takes the plug from my hand. “While that’s kind of hot, no one touches your ass but me.”

  Exactly the kind of answer I expected from Z.

  There’s a tug at the top of my dress and I realize he’s unlacing the corset top. “I’ll never get back into this, so I hope we’re done for the night.”

  “We’re done out there. Not in here.”

  After that, he’s quiet while he undoes all the laces. “Christ, this was a lot of work,” he mutters. “Feeling like the luckiest man alive you’d go to all this trouble for me.”

  It’s so sweet that a different sort of warmth spreads over my skin. Not the burning, hot, insane need to have my husband fuck me like an animal. Something softer and fuzzier around the edges.

  Finally, he gets to the zipper and my body’s on the edge of excitement while he helps me peel the dress off. “This is so fucking sexy. Promise you’ll wear it for me again.”

  “Promise.”

  I’m left in my sleek granny-pantyish shapewear and strapless longline bra. “Jesus, even this stuff is hot.” He slips his finger under the edge of my underwear and strokes my skin.

  I cup my breasts. “I needed something to hold up the girls.”

  He chuckles and unhooks the bra, slowly peeling it away from my skin. Finally, I can breathe.

  Z seems to be having the opposite problem. He stares, drinking all of me in. “You’re so fucking beautiful in and out of clothes. I can’t believe you’re finally my wife.”

  My heart somehow squeezes and melts at the raw honesty.

  “I’m so proud to be your wife.” Maybe it’s too sappy when you consider what we’re in the middle of here, but I can’t help it. All the work Z’s done to pull this club together. Pride surged through me as I watched him work the room tonight. I saw the respect each one of the brothers has for him.

  “And I’m lucky to have you. Now, let’s get these off.” He hooks his fingers in my underwear and slowly drags them down my legs, kneeling before me.

  He strokes his fingers from the back of my knee to my inner thighs. “Look at you,” he rasps. “You want this, huh? Look how wet you are. All down your thighs.”

  Heat races over my skin.

  He traces the same path with his tongue, using his hands to wedge my legs open wider so he can tease my clit until I gasp. I grab a fistful of his hair and sway on my feet.

  “You’re shaking,” he whispers. “Are you nervous?”

  “A little,” I confess. “And really fucking horny.”

  Another feral grin lights up his face. “I love that.”

  He stands and curls his fingers around mine, tugging me toward the bathroom. “Let’s take a bath.”

  Confused and not pleased about the loss of his tongue on my clit, I ask, “Do you think I’m dirty?”

  “Fuck no.” His lips quirk but I can’t tell if it’s in amusement or irritation. “I want you relaxed.” Another twitch at the corner of his mouth tells me he’s teasing. “It won’t be easy taking my—as you put it—monster cock in your tight little ass.”

  My stomach flutters. I love his filthy mouth. “I bet an orgasm would’ve helped with that.”

  He swats my butt. “I’m sure it will.”

  We cross the threshold and I scan him from head to boots. “You’re not even a little undressed.”

  “This is all about you, siren.” He nods to the tub. “We haven’t even had a chance to enjoy this yet.”

  “I never pegged you for the bathtub and candles type.”

  He spreads his arm wide and searches the bathroom. “You see any candles in here?”

  Laughing, I shove him toward the tub. He leans over and adjusts the taps. A powerful stream of steaming water thunders into the spacious tub.

  “Oh! I think I have a bath bomb with me.” I stop searching through my overnight cosmetics bag. “That won’t be too girly for you, will it?”

  “I’m man enough to handle a bath bomb.”

  I finally find it and set it next to the tub.

  “Go ahead and get in,” he urges after testing the water.

  “Aren’t you joining me?”

  “Yup. Give me a few minutes.”

  Once I’m settled, he tosses in the bathbomb and plants a kiss on my neck. “Get cozy. I’ll be right back.”

  “I don’t know about cozy.” I tip my head toward the faucet. “I’m about to hump that water stream in about two seconds.”

  He shackles his hand around my wrist, drawing my attention to him. “Don’t you dare. Every part of you—including your orgasms are mine tonight. Understand?”

  Fuck. Me.

  Close to coming—from the raw possession in his voice—I can only nod.

  “Good.”

  He stalks out of the bathroom.

  What the hell did I unleash tonight?

  Ch
apter Forty-Four

  Z

  “You bring any other toys?” I call to Lilly. If not, I swear to fuck I’ll call Murphy and ask if Heidi’s got any of the toys she sells on the side with her tonight.

  “Uh, a small bullet vibe. In the nightstand.”

  She doesn’t even finish the sentence before I yank the drawer and find the small white travel case inside. I’ve noticed it at the house, but never bothered to open it. Mistake on my part. I would’ve had some fun with this a lot sooner.

  I plug it in to make sure it’s charged for later and return to the bathroom.

  Christ, she’s fucking sexy. And she wants me to fuck her ass. Even brought her own tools for the job.

  I undress and nudge her forward. “You going to let me in?”

  She scoots up and pulls the drain, letting some of the water out.

  The scent of eucalyptus, lemon, and something earthy hits my nose and she turns on the hot water again. “I expected something a little girlier smelling from you.”

  “Like what? Cheap strawberries and rose-scented baby powder?”

  “Shit, I think you just described the locker room at Crystal Ball.”

  Her shoulders shake with laughter. “I’m insulted.”

  “Whatever it is, I like it.” I settle my hands on her shoulders and knead my thumbs into the knots at the base of her neck. “Tense tonight?”

  “A little.” She sighs and, after a few minutes, finally relaxes.

  I work my hands down lower, pressing my fingers into her hips. I lean in and kiss her shoulder. “What made you plan all this tonight?”

  She shrugs, then turns, careful not to splash water all over. “Are you upset?”

  “Fuck no.” I jerk my chin. “Sit on the ledge for me. Lean back on your elbows.”

  She glances at the ledge. “I’m not sure it’s big enough.”

  “Your legs will be around my neck. There’s plenty of room.”

  “Oh, well. In that case.” She stands and rivers of water trail down every sinful curve.

  “You look like my mermaid rising out of the sea.”

  She leans down and kisses me. “You should’ve been a poet.”

  I snort and motion for her to hurry up. When she’s in place, I slide into the middle of the tub.

  Grabbing one of her ankles, I place it on my shoulder, then the other. “Perfect.”

  “Perv.”

  “If staring at your beautiful pussy makes me a perv that’s fine by me.” I trace my thumb over her lips and she throws her head back, knocking against the tile. “Careful.” I pull her closer although it still puts her at a strange angle. “You okay?”

  “I’m fine.”

  Parting her folds, I swoop in, slicking my tongue straight up her center, teasing her clit out of hiding. I take one hand away and slowly reach for the handheld showerhead attachment. “Now, what was that you said about humping the faucet before?”

  “Don’t you dare.”

  I flick it on and aim it in just the right spot.

  She yelps and tries to sit up but slips on the wet tile. I hold her in place with my free arm. “Take it.”

  Her whole body trembles. Little moans come out of her mouth. She squirms and pushes closer but doesn’t quite get where I need her. “It’s too much,” she pants.

  I flick it off, tossing it aside, and seal my mouth over her instead. My tongue gently flicks her clit a few times before she comes apart.

  “Stay right where you are,” I warn her.

  Reaching blindly behind me, I grope for the plug and lube, finally finding them and setting them next to me.

  “What are you doing?” She tries to sit up again and slips.

  This is ridiculous. We’re one slip and slide away from cracking open a skull. I set her feet down. “Stand up for me.”

  I lift myself out of the water, settling on the ledge and direct her in front of me. “Bend over.”

  “No way.”

  I pop her on the ass. “You asked me to help you.”

  She grips the edge of the tub, giving me a gorgeous view, and I can’t help but take another taste.

  Lilly

  “Z, I’m going to come again if you keep it up.”

  He stops licking me long enough to say, “Good. I want you nice and relaxed.”

  Using both hands, he keeps a firm hold of my ass and leaves no part of me unkissed or unlicked.

  Then his fingers slide between my ass cheeks. There’s pressure but not from the plug yet. He’s not even slipping a finger in my ass but, oh my god, his touch feels amazing. He teases and makes little circles with his fingers over and over.

  “Z, please, please.” I’m not sure how much longer I can hold myself in this position.

  Finally, he presses harder against my entrance. Just the very tip of his finger.

  “Squeeze,” he whispers. “Good girl. Just relax and listen to me.” He strokes his thumb over my clit while his other hand teases my ass. Every movement sets off an explosion.

  A moan that turns into a whimper bursts out of me. “I thought you’d want to jam your dick in my ass the minute I—”

  His dark chuckle cuts me off. “No fucking way. I want to watch you squirming and moaning on my cock all fucking night.”

  I groan and squeeze my eyes shut. He carefully works me open, one lubed finger at a time. Nothing is ever quick or simple with Z.

  “That’s it. Make noise for me. You can be as loud as you want here. Show me how much you love it when I play with your ass.”

  I bite my tongue, trying to be quiet just to spite him, but a long needy moan works out of me instead.

  “How does that feel?”

  “Uh, weird. Full. Kind of good.”

  “Weird, huh? Not what I was going for.” He pauses and I glance over my shoulder, catching him staring at the plug I bought. It’s black silicone with a little blue gem at the end. At the time I thought it was cute and pretty, now I’m reconsidering.

  “Did you really think this tiny little toy would prepare you for my dick?” Z asks, blunt as ever.

  “Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”

  He laughs and smacks my ass. Then starts the process of working his fingers in me again. When I’m ready to scream from the anticipation, he slowly slides the plug into place.

  “Perfect. Stay put.”

  He drains the tub and runs the water for a few minutes, rinsing off. Finally, he steps out, offering me a hand to steady myself. I grab a towel and hand it to him, but he insists on drying me off first.

  He pauses and I catch him staring at me in the mirror. “You have no idea how hot that is.”

  I glance down at his tree-trunk of an erection. “I have a great, big idea.”

  His laughter is contagious. His warm, damp skin presses against my back and one hand dips between my legs to tease my clit again. Soft, gentle circles until I’m panting with need for him.

  “Please, hurry.”

  “No, Siren.” He gathers my hair in one hand and tugs. His warm breath whispers against my neck. “I want to take my time and enjoy every second. I’m so fucking glad you sucked me off earlier. I’m going to fuck your ass for a long, long time tonight.”

  Fear and heat tangle together in my belly. “Maybe I should’ve thought this through a little better.”

  A deep rumble of laughter rolls out of him, then cuts off. The mood turns more serious. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”

  “I know,” I whisper. That’s the only reason I’m eager to try this with Z.

  “Come on, let’s move this into the bedroom.”

  “Finally.”

  Z

  The energy crackling between us burns hotter than a summer storm. I carry Lilly to the bed and set her down. My need for her has built and twisted me tight. “Hands and knees. Show me.” I barely recognize my voice it’s so rough.

  The overhead lights are nice, but they don’t create the right mood. I turn on the lamps by the side of the bed and admire the vie
w.

  “Perfect.” So perfect I don’t even know where to start.

  Lilly glances at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are a mix of love and determination. A little anxiety.

  “You still okay?”

  “I want you.”

  I slide my hand between her legs, cupping her pussy. Teasing her is fun, but I can’t wait any longer. Lifting her hips, I drive inside her, filling her in one thrust.

  “Oh, fuck!” she yelps.

  “Your pussy’s tighter than ever with that plug. You like being stuffed in both holes by your husband? Tell me.”

  “Yes.”

  The sexy noises coming out of her mouth get louder and louder. “That’s my girl.” The view is amazing, but I need to see her face. Pulling out, I flip her over, shove some pillows under her hips and ease back in. “Open.” I tap her inner thigh with my hand.

  I reach over and grab that case with the little bullet vibrator in it. “Show me how you use this.”

  She arches an eyebrow. “You don’t know?”

  “Don’t be a smartass.” I thump into her harder. “I want to watch you use it.”

  “Haven’t used it much lately to be honest.”

  “Pleased to hear it. Now get to work.”

  My wife puts on a hell of a show for me, sliding the slim, shiny vibrator over her clit for several seconds. When she closes her eyes and tips her head back, I ease the plug out of her ass.

  “Z?”

  “Shhh. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

  I press the head of my cock against her ass, just letting her adjust to the idea. She’s still tense. I reach over and grab the lube, spreading it up and down my shaft.

  “Oh,” she gasps.

  “Are you close?”

  She moans instead of answering and I take the opportunity to push inside.

  “Oh my God.”

  “Fuck, Lilly.” It’s torture waiting, giving her time to adjust and stretch, but the best kind. “Keep working your clit while I fuck your ass.”

  She’s lost to moaning and little cries of pleasure as I finally fight my way inside. “Feel that. Feel me deep in your ass?”

  “Do I ever,” she grumbles.

  “Too much?”