A giggle worked its way up my throat at the compliment, combined with the insinuation that I was the one who was too good for Tripp. It was totally the other way around.
“Not sure what’s so damn funny about it,” Tripp grumbled. His tone grew sharper when he addressed Tate. “Swear to God, if I catch one of you young guns sniffing around her like she’s another one of your buckle bunnies, I won’t stop until I get your ass kicked off the tour.”
“Okay, okay, I got it.” He held up his hands in surrender. Tipping his hat to me, Tate backed away. “Nice to meet you,Mrs.Sullivan.”
“Mm-hmm.” I gave him a nod, ready for him to buzz off so I could get my husband alone after that little flash of alpha male he’d let peek through.
When Tate finally turned his back on us, I pulled out of Tripp’s hold. He gripped the back of his neck, “Pen, I—”
“Shut up,” Icut him off.
He zipped his lips so quickly that mine twitched, trying to hide a smile at his instant obedience.
Grabbing his hand, I tugged, pulling him behind me as I ran through the staging area toward where I knew his truck was parked. When we got there, I slammed him against the exterior and immediately went to work on his belt buckle.
Tripp’s fingers circled my wrist, halting me. “What the hell are you doing?”
I arched an eyebrow, cocked my head, and gave himthe lookthat told him I was in charge now.
Sighing, his hand fell away.
Tripp was bigger, stronger than me. If he wanted to stop me, he could. His submission was a gift—one I cherished.
Not wasting a single second, I unfastened his jeans, dragged down the fly, and reached inside his boxers to free his cock. He hissed when my hand curled around the hot length, his head dropping back against the truck.
“Penny, you’ve got my dick out in public.”
I tightened my hold, stroking him from root to tip and pulling a deep groan from his chest. “I know. So hot, right?”
His eyes slid closed, and he swallowed roughly. “No, not hot.”
“Try to relax, baby,” I cooed, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
“Hard to do that when all I can think about is how you’re gonna get us arrested.”
Clicking my tongue, I chided, “You worry too much.”
“And you don’t worry nearly enough,” he rasped back.
A smile pulled onto my lips. “Take a walk on the wild side with me, Tripp. Let me show you how good it feels to be bad, baby.”
He grunted, chin dipping so I had the perfect view of those striking baby blues. “No point in pretending there’s any chance of stoppin’ you once you’ve gotten an idea into your head.”
I dropped to my knees in the dirt, licking the underside of his shaft and moaning at the taste of the precum gathered at the tip. “My husband is a very smart man.”
Humming, Tripp stared down at me, shaking his head. “So much trouble, wife.”
“All the best kinds,” I retorted before swallowing him down.
“Fuck.” His hips thrust involuntarily, pushing his cock to the back of my throat, and I gagged.
His hands fell to my head, fingers sliding through the strands of my hair as he tried to wrench me off. With tears streaming down my face, I shook my head, gripping his ass to keep him buried deep.
“Penny,” he panted. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
Sliding off his length with a wet pop, I sucked in a deep breath. “Fuck my throat, Tripp. I can handle it.”
“Jesus. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
