I took the glass from her fingers and slid it to the side. “C’mon. I want to help with that.” I pressed my firm erection against her ass, and her head tipped forward, resting on her splayed fingers. “I promise, I’ll be a real good boy.”
Lyra shook her head into her hand and sighed. “Fine.” She tossed a hand over her shoulder and I twined my fingers through hers, then pulled her through the bar to the back. “I really don’t want to be in the bathrooms again, Car.”
I smirked as we neared the door. “I promise, this time, you do.”
“I highly doubt—”
“Car? Is that you?” A saccharine voice trilled through the bathroom the moment I opened the door.
“Christina,” I said.
“It’s Sabrina, remember?” Sabrina’s arms crossed over her chest, then her whole body stiffened as I finished pulling Lyra through the door behind me.
“Nah, I actually don’t. But maybe my wife does. You met her?” I grabbed the wet floor sign and propped it against the outer wall, then kicked the door closed the rest of the way and flipped the deadbolt, locking us in.
“Wife?” Sabrina’s eyes glued to the door. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Lyra threw her arm toward her. “You thought locking me in here withherwas going to help?”
“Help?” Sabrina questioned. “I don’t need help. And I’m not talking to her.”
If both women had claws, I’d put my bet on Ly winning the fight. She looked ready to tear Sabrina to shreds, even without them.Good.
“Ly, go sit on the counter.” Her eyes cut to me, and I gave her a look that saidtry mebefore she gave in and followed my orders.
“I’m leaving.” Sabrina stepped closer to the door, and I pulled my gun from my waistband.
Sabrina shrieked, and Lyra muffled her laughter with her hand.
My crazy, beautiful wife.
“You’re both insane!”
Lyra held up her hands. “I have nothin’ to do with this.” The look she gave Sabrina was anything but innocent.
Sabrina’s eyes stayed trained on the gun in my hand. “You’re just gonna let him do this?”
“I don’tlethim do a damn thing.”
I groaned and pointed the gun at the woman who was too dense to get it. “Move, and I’ll use this on you instead of her.”
Sabrina’s face paled over. “You’re going to shoot your wife?”
I chuckled. “Funny. But, no.” Lyra straightened on the counter as I turned away from Sabrina and prowled closer to her. “Lean back, sweetheart,” I said, dropping my voice. Lyra hesitated, then listened. I pressed the pistol lightly to her inner thigh. “Spread.”
“Car—”
“Do it, Ly.”
“Jamie was right—you are fucking crazy,” Sabrina murmured.
“Yet, I’m not the one pissing off the person holding a gun, am I?” I kept my attention on my wife, but raised the gun in the other direction. “Some would say that’s pretty crazy, don’t you think?”
Sabrina’s silence allowed me to turn the gun back on my wife, using the muzzle to caress her thighs. She tossed her head back against the mirror and spread her legs further apart.
“Such a good girl you’re being,” I praised Lyra as I stepped to the side, allowing Sabrina full and unadulterated access to seemy wife. To see how I made her feel, even if they were both in denial about it. I heard a gasp as my gun met the edge of Lyra’s panties.
Her verysoakedpanties.
