Epilogue

Seven years later…

It's beena long day at work, and I'm ready to get home to my Lainey and the boys. Not to mention today's my birthday. It's weird because normally Lainey makes a really big deal about birthdays, especially since we've had kids. But this morning when I woke up, she was in such a rush she didn't even mention it.

I let the crew off early today thinking I could make it home before the kids get finished with school, and have some alone time with my wife. But the guys are dragging me to a bar for a beer in celebration of the end of a long project. I thought for a minute they would say it was for my birthday, but nobody said anything. And it's not like we go around celebrating them for everybody anyway. I agreed to one beer, and then home, and they all seemed excited. Overly excited even.

When we get to the bar off Route Nine the guys pile out of the truck. Bill's is about a halfway point to home, but it's a dive and not a place I usually visit. Every now and then I'll grab a beer with the guys after work, but it's rare. I'm always so excited to get home to my family after a long day that I'm kicking up dust as soon as it's quitting time.

Another truck pulls up beside us and the guys from my other crew get out. There's about fifteen of us going in at the same time and a few of them are giving me looks and slapping me on the back. I'm confused because I don't understand why everyone is so amped up, but I shrug it off and put it down to finishing up the project we've spent the past year on. We're all ready for a week of rest before we start the next job.

Bill's is dingy with no windows and little lighting. I don't want to think about what this place would look like with the lights on. There are a few pool tables in the back and some of the guys head over to them A couple of tables and chairs are against one wall and the bar is lined with stools. The place is basic, but it's just a pit stop on the way home to Lainey.

Thinking about her alone at home right now has me adjusting my cock. I want her bent over with my dick buried in her cunt. But that's pretty much how I feel about her every day.

"Here you go, boss," one of the guys says, handing me my beer. He grins at me when I nod in thanks and take a drink.

"What?" I finally ask when another one of the guys joins him in staring at me with stupid expressions on their faces.

One of them laughs and shakes his head as he goes over to the pool table area. I look around and see that all the men have ended up in that corner and there's no one else in this bar but us. It's a Friday afternoon, but there's usually one or two regulars in the place.

I shrug and walk over, thinking I can probably down this beer and get out of here in about five minutes.

When I walk over to where they are, someone puts on music and the sound fills the empty room. A few of the guys bring chairs over and put one down for me. I sit down wondering what the hell is going on, because Bill's never has music like this playing.

Suddenly a spotlight comes on from out of nowhere and the guys start cheering. I look around and see that one of them is pushing a cart with a gigantic cake on it, and my chest tightens.

"Happy birthday, boss!" someone shouts over the loud bass.

Fuck, they got me a goddamn stripper. All of the guys are shouting now, catcalling and getting loud. Have they been drinking since before we got here?

I'm about to get up from my seat and get out of here as fast as I can, but they all crowd around me as the cake moves in front of my seat. The music gets heavier and more seductive as the top pops up and more cheers erupt from the crowd.

I don't want to see this. I don't want anything to do with a stripper and these assholes. I'm sure they did this as a surprise for my birthday, seeing how they are all in on it, but I've only ever wanted one woman and it's…

"Lainey?" I ask, standing up from my chair so fast it falls behind me.

I see the top of her head rising up with her arms raised above her. The seductive music pounds in my ears, drowning out the screams of all the men around me as she stands and the cake in front of her opens up, revealing all of her.

She's in a bright yellow bikini that's so tiny her breasts are spilling out from under the small triangles. Her pussy is covered by a strip of fabric that only goes over the top of her lips, revealing hints of it on either side of the material. It's a shoe string around her body and I've never seen her look hotter.

I blink as she moves her hips, rocking them back and forth as the music continues to sound in my head. Her hair is wild and falls down her back, and as she turns, I see her round ass has a tiny yellow ribbon going down the crack.

It's then I glance around and see the men have grown silent. Hungry looks have replaced the smiling cheerful ones that were there before. One of them is even openly rubbing his crotch as he stares. I see another lick his lips and a few of them move closer, wanting to touch her. Wanting to touch what's mine.

Rage like I've never felt erupts in my chest and I see red. Adrenaline pumps in my veins as I shove them out of the way and make my way to Lainey. She smiles brightly at me and reaches her arms out as she sees me approach, but the look on my face must shock her because the smile is quickly replaced by panic.

I grab her up and throw her over my shoulder like a rag, swinging around and shouting at anyone that dares to look at her, "Close your fucking eyes! This is my wife!"

I see an open door in the back, which is where she must have come from and where her clothes must be. I stomp in that direction, feeling the old wood floor bend and creak as I go.

"Carver, honey, don't be angry," Lainey says from atop my shoulder.

"Angry?" I shout again. "Angry?" Is there another word for anger that means the world is going to explode, because I'm past that.

When I get inside the little room, I put her down and kick the door closed behind us. I stalk over to her and watch as she takes a few steps back, holding up her hands to try to stop me.

"This was supposed to be a fun surprise for your birthday," she says.

"Fun? You came out of a cake practically naked and every guy in there saw it. Did you see how they looked at you? How every dick in this place got hard and ready to fuck you? Every one of them was picturing their cock sliding past that yellow ribbon and into what's MINE."

I reach forward, grabbing the offending material and jerking it from her pussy. Her pink lips are glistening and the fabric is wet.

"Did that turn you on? Dancing for all those men to see?"

"No!" she snaps and straightens up to her full height. "I was turned on thinking about showing off for you. It's your birthday and I wanted to surprise you."

I make the mistake of inhaling, and the smell of her cunt hits me. My mouth waters and some of my anger dissolves.

"I wasn't naked. I was in something a little revealing, but I thought you'd see it and carry me out of there. I didn't think you'd actually be angry." She crosses her arms over her chest, and it causes one of the triangles to move, exposing a pink nipple.

"Get over here," I order, reaching out and snatching her arm, pulling her flush with my body.

"Don't be bossy," she says, and I can see the playfulness in her eyes.

"Is this what you were after?" I spin her around and push her against the closed door, lifting her up so she's almost eye level with me. "You wanted a hard fuck after that little show. Didn't you?"

I reach down, pulling out my dripping thickness.

"Maybe," she says defiantly and raises her chin.

"Well, you're going to get it. Just know that every one of those roughnecks out there are listening to see what happens next. To see if they can hear how wet your cunt is when I fuck it."

I thrust into her hard and she cries out, but not in pain. Her creamy pussy wraps around me tight and I ride her hard against the door. The sounds of sex fill the room, and she claws at my neck and shoulders. The thin boards rattle against the frame and bang out the rhythm of my cock as I fuck her.

I can hear shouts on the other side of the room, and I growl. I thrust harder, trying to stamp my ownership into her and remind myself that she's bound to me by God and law, and none of them will change that.

"Carver!" she shouts as her pussy tightens and she comes on my dick.

The warm release flows down my length and it's fuel on the fire. I grip her ass harder as I pound into her with full force. I grit my teeth and grunt as my release shoots from my cock hot and fast. It's not enough to satisfy my possessive need right now, but it's enough to hold me off until I get home.

Slowly lowering Lainey to the ground, I pull my sweat-stained shirt off my body and put it on her. It comes to her calves and covers nearly every inch of her. I look around and grab her bag from the corner and stalk back over to her.

"This isn't over. Not by a long shot," I warn her, and grab her by the waist, hauling her out of the room.

The men are quiet as I exit, and as I look down at Lainey, I notice a hint of a smile. Could this have been her plan all along? My cock is too concerned with fucking her again for me to have a straight thought on it. Right now, my only plan is to get her home and get her under me.

"The boys are having a sleepover tonight," she casually mentions as I jerk the truck into drive. "So we've got the house to ourselves." I glance over at her and she's looking up at me with innocent, fuck-me eyes. "You know, so we can talk about tonight. Alone."

"Convenient," I growl as her hand moves across the distance between us and then to my hard length.

"Isn't it?" she says, and the smug hint of getting her way is heavy in her words.

THE END