Muffled yells and banging come from the boot of the car, grabbing everyone’s attention.
“What’s that?” I ask, glancing around at each of them in turn.
“That will be the business,” Ezra states, sharing a conspiratorial smile with Jax.
I follow Suzy towards the entrance. I needed her here and he knew that without me even having to say it. I sign my thanks to Ezra as we pass with a beaming smile on my face, I’ve made a point of practising wherever I can. In true Ezra-style, he grabs my arse and crowds my back, rubbing his other palm over my belly. His lips inches from my ear.
“I’ll share for a little while, but later, you’re mine.”
I bite my lip to stifle the groan, and he lets me go.
“Have fun, ladies,” Jax calls out as Suzy loops her arm around my shoulder, and we step across the threshold.
“So, tell me everything. Getting in bed with the beast looks good on you.”
EPILOGUE PART TWO
CARA *ONE WEEK LATER*
“I love the flowers,” I say sweetly, admiring the array of red wildflowers in the vase on our dresser.
“Consider me still very much obsessed, sweetheart,” he retorts, breathless, his grip of my loose waves tightening when I take his thick length all the way into my mouth.
On my knees at his feet with my hands bound in my lap has quickly become one of my favourite ways to show my husband my gratitude. Six months of practice with his impressive length, and my gag reflex is practically non-existent. I reach up, slender fingers cupping his balls as I explore his taint. Well-acquainted with what will drive him crazy.Gin Wigmore’s HBICthrums in the background, low enough that he can still hear the suction of my mouth as I hollow out my cheeks.
My eyes open and zero in on his pinched expression; I watch him creep towards his building release. His jaw is tense, his lower lip pulled between his teeth. My eyes watering as I swallow down his tip, and his broad tattooed chest shudders with the vibration of the groan that bursts from his throat. He fucks my face, using me how he needs me, stilling on a hard thrust as he tries to restrain the pull to use me roughly. Goading him isn’t going as well as I had hoped. I love his soft touches, but I needhis harsh ones too.Well, two can play the teasing game. I work my way back and roll my tongue up his slit, and his hips snap back.He pulls out of my mouth and bends, so our faces are inches apart, his brutal grip on my chin coaxing out the brazen smirk I’m trying to hide.
“Cheeky, Red. While coming down your pretty little throat always feels so damn good, I’ve spent the past two days fantasising about watching you fall apart—while I’m buried balls deep inside you. You want to show me how much you’ve missed me?”
I lick the taste of him from my swollen lips and nod impatiently. My core throbs at the prospect of being filled. Ezra and Jax had more‘business’they had to sort out, which took them two towns over, holed up in some shitty hotel room. But I think it was worth it—they were as thick as thieves at lunch. I enjoyed spending some quality girl-time with Suzy, but when I saw the truck pull up in the driveway this morning, I knew I needed my husband to satiate the ache between my thighs more than I needed to breathe air.
I get to my feet, enjoying the view of his bare tattooed chest as I go. My gaze locked with his, I plant a kiss on the edge of his mouth.Cupping my cheek, he holds me there, his eyes dipping to my lips as he whispers the words, “How do you want it, sweetheart?” His warm breath fanning over my face has goosebumps skittering up the length of my spine.
I don’t hesitate with my answer, “Rough and relentless, Mr. Wolfe.”
“Who am I to deny my wife?”
I climb up onto the bed, resting on my knees with my bound wrists lifted above my head. Using the loop of the buckle on the cuffs he made me to replace my gloves, he attaches my arms to the wrought iron chandelier he fashioned, tethering me in place. The moment Ezra proposed, I knew I’d never want to cover myhands again, the platinum ring with the small heart carved from the matching onyx band that Ezra wears glints in the setting sun that pours in from the barless floor-to-ceiling arch windows of our bedroom. My hips roll, my swollen clit desperate for his touch. Admiring me like this, he walks around the bed to my side, rolling my nipple between his fingers, tugging on it and stepping away. A needy whimper tumbles from my lips, ready to beg him if he continues torturing me.
EZRA
I tap my foot along toKaleo’s No Good.Unhurried in my stalking, winding my beautiful wife up like a Jack-in-the-box as she bares her teeth at me. If she wasn’t tied up, I wouldn’t bet on my chances of a quick escape.
“Ezra, I swear to God, if you don’t climb on this bed and get inside me right now, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
I swipe my fingers through her folds, bringing them up and pushing them between my lips, savouring the sweet taste of her. “So bossy. So insatiable.”
“Pregnancy hormones do wicked things to me.” Her cheeks flush, and fuck, if it isn’t my favourite shade of pink. I kiss her lips but pull away before she can get what she needs, the murderous promise of a maiming darkening her eyes telling me as much. I’m walking on a knife’s edge if I think my taunting her won’t leave me with a bloody mark or two once she’s done, but that’s exactly what I want—and the twist of her smile lets me know she’s perfectly aware of what I’m doing. I climb on the bed and settle on my knees, lifting her onto my lap. She groans as I push her thighs apart, stretching her to accommodate me. Nudging the slick tip of my cock at her entrance, I hold her steady with a hand gripped on each of her arse cheeks, runningmy thumb fondly over the raised scar of my name that’s there. I watch her eyes roll back as I slide my way inside her, her walls clenching around me as I fill her up.A knock at our door has my head whipping around, but I don’t pull out of her warmth.
“Fuck,” she barks, pouting when she realises that I’m not about to move my hips, her forehead resting on my shoulder.
“Time’s ticking, mate,” Jax calls through the door.
“I’m enjoying my wife; business can wait.”
“You sure? I think we’re finally getting somewhere with our friend.”
“I’m sure,” I growl out.
