Chapter 13

THIRTEEN

ASA

Over the last week, she’s grown out a strip of dark hair leading down to her pussy lips. A smile puffs up my cheeks as I slide her lacy thong off her smooth legs because I know that little trail is for me. Me.

Wyatt’s deep-set eyes narrow with a blaze lit behind them as he watches us from the other side of the bed. Gripping the knot at his waist, he tosses his towel on the bench near the footboard. Each piercing in his firm dick catches the light from the sun streaming through the open curtains as he reaches down to stroke himself a few times.

Part of the hurry in wanting to give my wife a baby is that I’m impatient to get that strange feeling in my stomach again. The same one I get watching Wyatt shoot his load all over Arianna after he juts his cock between her wet lips. Like that weird dip in my belly that formed when Arianna gave us blowjobs while rubbing us together. It’s pretty much why I haven’t kicked him out yet.

I think I’m enjoying this new experience.

Sure, I’ve had girls. Lots and lots of girls all together at once. Threesomes. Foursomes. Orgies. And I think there were a few times when Cass and I got a blow bang or spit roast, but it’s never been like this. Enjoying my wife with her boyfriend is something different. It feels intimate and comforting.

“Take his dick between your lips, sugar,” I tell her as I ease my head between her legs. Maybe it’s because Wyatt always seems too fucking good at getting her to come on his tongue that I want to eat her into oblivion. I settle in, ready to spend the day there just so she calls out my name.

Sweet moans escape my wife’s mouth as I take my first taste with my tongue, relishing her flavor. How did I never enjoy this before? Watching her hips erratically move as I suckle on her is one of the sexiest fucking things I’ve ever seen, and when Wyatt sticks his cock in her mouth, it makes it even hotter.

“Bite it.” My eyes crawl up her torso and find Wyatt’s light green ones. He repeats, “Bite it. Her clit. She likes that.” His fingers stroke her cheek as she continues to work him, holding his balls in one of her hands.

Using my teeth, I scrape against her clit until she screams, pushing her core onto my nose. The scent and sound and sensation of her on my mouth makes my cock surge into fullness, and I grip the end, tugging on it slowly, precum leaking out and coating my palm.

“See?” The corner of his lips jerks into a smirk as he watches me. Nodding into her, she moans louder and when I add in a few fingers, I know she’s about done for. “You like how he eats your pussy, vixen? Ugh, you must ’cause you’re sucking me dry.”

“Asa, please fuck me.” Her voice is whispered, breathless.

“Yep. On it,” I say, jumping onto the bed to situate my hips between hers.

“Give it to her hard,” Wyatt says, and I shove in. Groaning around his cock, she meets my thrust with her own. “Yeah, just like that. That’s good.”

I’ve been desperately holding back, wanting to be more forceful with her, but afraid since she’s not as experienced. I didn’t want to hurt her. Maybe Wyatt understood what I needed and encouraged it. Watching how rough he is when he fucks her ass, though, I know she can take it.

“Oh, fuck, empress.” Scrolling my eyes up his defined chest, I cock an eyebrow at Wyatt as his lust-filled face greets me. “She’s so fucking tight.”

He lets his head drop back with a groan. “Ugh…describe it to me.”

“Every little curve inside her cushions me, but also wraps around like she’s not going to let go. My own little Venus flytrap.” Leaning over, I kiss her cheek and she stops sucking Wyatt long enough to meet my lips with hers. “Perfect, sugar. You’re perfect for me. We fit so good.”

She greets me with a passionate kiss, our tongues slapping each other’s, until I’m filled with her palate. Our bodies are melded together, wholly. Each time I enter her is a new experience, one I don’t want to leave but do only so I can try it again. And just as I get transported to that ethereal plane that seems to exist when we combine, I feel the tip of a hard cock press between our mouths.

Opening my eyes, I back up a little, but she giggles with a mischievous look in her sunset eyes. Pulling Wyatt’s cock closer, she suckles on the tip, batting her lashes at me.

I know what she wants. She wants us to share him just like I’m giving her up to him, too. My head is so fucking gone with lust, and I miss her lips when I’m not on them. Dazed with the heat of wanting to create life in her womb, I plunge my mouth to hers, not even giving a fuck that his cock is nestled between us.

“Yes, like that, Asa,” she pants out, her intoxicating breath casting a spell over me. My throat almost closes when I feel her tight internal muscles clamp down on my dick until she screams, the vibrations of her orgasm rippling through even my body…and into Wyatt’s cock laying between our mouths.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck… That feels amazing,” Wyatt curses in a string of unintelligible phrases. The piercings rub against our chins, our noses, sometimes my jaw as I continue to make out with my wife, his hot cock jerking between us. Occasionally, it enters my mouth, poking against my tight cheek. “I’m gonna fucking come.” Strained, his voice etches out like a stern warning. The tension of his words does something to my balls, which itch for release.

“I’m gonna fucking come, vixen.” For a moment, he pauses, then grips my hair and says, “Maverick, you’re making me come.”

“Fuck—” I say, as I erupt within my wife, Wyatt’s words urging me not to hold back. And as I do, his cum shoots off, the salty streams painting our faces. Arianna digs her nails into the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her. We join mouths as his full cock slowly dissipates, his cum flowing between my wife and I. Wyatt’s fingers turn from painful to soothing as he flattens them through my hair, massaging me as I lick him, my tongue toying around his head piercing. Arianna does the same as we swap his remnants from one tongue to the other’s.

Slipping out from between us, Wyatt seems to catch his breath, as I lean up on my elbows and gaze into my wife’s blissful face. Reaching up with her fingers, she strokes my cheek and finds his thigh, patting it gently. “Good boys.”

I can’t believe I just pretty much sucked a dick. For her.

That weird feeling hits my lower abs once more.

Fuck, I can’t wait to do it again.

But I have no idea what that means. This is too fucked up. I’m not attracted to men. I love pussy. It’s probably just the fact that I know how much she’s enjoying this that makes me want to please her. And I do. I want her happy and satisfied. And I’ve never felt that way before.

Now I’m consumed by it. And I think…

I think I’m falling in love with my wife.

“Um, so, uh, dinner. The cook was going to grill some steaks or something. I got beer, mav.” Wyatt slides off the bed and walks to the dresser, his firm ass cheeks tightening as he tugs on a pair of boxer briefs.

“Gr-great.” Pressing my lips to the end of Arianna’s nose, she releases a breathy laugh. I slide out of her with a rough swallow and get dressed, pulling my wife up by the hand and straightening her sex hair for her before I do my own.

“I’m going to take a bath and will be down in a bit,” she says, looking between both of us with a smile that makes me want to fuck her face. But my cock is fully depleted, every bit of cum left inside her.

A thought surges inside me, and as I turn to leave, I say, “Wait! Don’t get up… Just lay back there for a bit, right?”

Her eyes meet mine with a knowing sparkle. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll stay right here. You boys have fun.” Snagging a pillow, she shoves it under her knees and blows me a kiss. Fuck, it hits me right in the damn chest the way she looks like a goddess with my seed doing its work.

Wandering down the hall, Wyatt murmurs, “Good thinkin’.”

It’s a nice day and we aim for the delicious smell of barbecued meats near the pool, Wyatt shuffling a few steps behind me. I don’t want to look him in the eye, and I can’t explain why. Hunger. That’s what the feeling is in my belly right now. He disappears as I take a seat on the patio and some tension built up in my shoulders eases.

Scratching the back of my head, I try to let my thoughts dissipate as much as the heat waves rolling off the surface of the clear blue pool in front of me. Sometimes when I was high as fuck while banging some ladies, I’d do crazy shit. Fucked some girl with my loaded gun. Screwed sisters and made them fuck each other. Got a girl to fuck a bull when we went cow tipping in high school. Just whatever I could do to push some buttons.

And I know why they did it now… I feel like Arianna could ask anything of me, and I would obey, just to see her little happy wiggle and beautiful face light up. It hurts to even think she could ever be discontented. Letting Wyatt come between us, literally, was just something I did to fulfill her desires.

That’s it.

Hungry.

So why am I so fucking nervous when he walks out of the kitchen with a few cold beers in his hand and slaps one into my waiting palm. Flopping into a chair and kicking his legs up on the one next to him, I notice he doesn’t look at me, either. With synchronized hisses, we crack open our cans and sip the rims. Fuck, maybe this is just what I needed. I’m too in my head.

“This is, uh…something,” he says, his eyes focused on the water.

“Yep.” Please don’t talk about it.

Taking another long swig from the can, he licks his lip as I try to stare at my feet. Time for a pedicure.

“I’m sure the flavor seems a bit off, though.”

Narrowing my brow, I snap my eyes to his, and he meets my gaze. “I-I’m sorry, the what?”

Holding up his can, he turns to face me. “Seems skunked or something. Sorry about that. Think I’ll go get some bottles later. This shit is terrible.” He finishes his with a shrug, and I do the same.

“It’s fine.” But instead of just giving up, I tell him, “Yeah, actually. Bottles would be nice. I’m a Guinness man.”

“Do, uh… This is fucking weird.”

Swallowing, I turn so I don’t have to look at him when he says something about his dick in my mouth. The chef fortunately sets our steaks in front of us, and I carve into it, shoving a huge bite in.

“Do you mind if I take Ari for a ride to pick some up?” His knife and fork stand erect in his hands like weapons.

“Oh.” Chewing slowly, I consider things for a moment. Is he asking if he can take my wife out on a date?

I’m not thirsty. Or tired.

“You know what? Never mind. Just-just forget I asked. Sorry.” Biting off a large chunk of meat, he keeps his sights focused over my head.

It dawns on me that I have power. Like real power. This guy has nothing.

Sure, he brings me the money and Arianna has something for him, but I’m the husband. The King of the South, the senator. My bloodline is what matters. My children will matter. I could tell this kid to get lost and have him thrown off my property. Could beat him with my bare hands and no one would give a shit.

“Nah, it’s cool. Go grab some. I think I’ll see if Cass wants to pick me up and show me the casino.” Lowering my brow, I wait for him to look at me. “See how the reconstruction is going.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as if straining against a response. With tight lips, he says, “I’m sorry about that. But you guys fucked up my establishment.”

I sit back and take a deep breath, letting my tongue rake over my teeth. “Yeah, we did. I was fucked up.”

“I was too.” Glancing at him, I give him a questioning look. “Emotionally, I mean.” He takes another bite as I finish off my meal. “Can we not tell Ari about that? That I fucked up her wedding. She wouldn’t like it, I know. She’s the kind of girl to dream about that stuff for a long time and I ruined it. Of course, you have every right to tell her. I mean, fuck, maverick. You’re holding all the cards here.”

Reaching my arms up and behind my head, I stretch. At least he recognizes it. For some reason, my cock jumps in my pants when he says it, though, and I get a flashback to what we just did in the bedroom. Yeah…I need to meet up with the pack and not sit here analyzing this.

“You guys go. Have a good time, and I’ll be back later tonight. Bring some good stout.” I shove back my chair and dig my phone out of my shorts to call one of the pack, but Wyatt stops me.

“Hey, Ace?” My stomach does this bizarre little flip when he calls my name.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks, man.” His eyes hold all seriousness, a shadow forming over his cheeks.

“For what?”

“For everything. Letting me stay here. For not telling Ari. For sharing her with me. I love her and…I’m not sure what I’d do without her. So, thank you. You really didn’t have to, and I know that. You’re her husband, and I do respect that.”

Damn it. There’s some foreign urge to touch him or something and it causes my entire body to tighten. I can’t deal with it. My voice comes out almost hoarse as I mutter, “No problem.” As I walk away, I whisper, “Wilhelmina.”

In half an hour, I’ve fixed my hair and put on a good suit just in time for Cass to roll up with Jinx and Dave inside. “Hoss got a lady now. That big woman from the club.” My eyes pop wide, but he continues while heading down the driveway. “I know, I know. She’s just using him for the tiny cash that’s in his wallet. He’s a fucking moron.”

The roar of a motorcycle cuts him off as Wyatt darts in front of us, Arianna riding on his backseat.

Am I in pain?

No, my dick is getting hard watching them drive by. And part of me can’t wait until I’m home tonight to see what happens next. The other is embarrassed as fuck I just let some dude come on my face.

Worse…I think I liked it.

“Isn’t that your wife? With that douche from the shop? Bro…” Cass says, pointing in front of us.

Dave leans forward between the seats. “What the fuck? Do you need us to take care of him? Her?”

I was hoping to remain silent on the topic, not really able to fully explain what is going on. “He’s cool.” And I think I just kinda sucked his dick.

“Your wife is with him? What are you doing?”

“It’s fine. They’re, uh, hmm, together.” I try to make the term sound as nonchalant as possible.

Dave slaps my shoulder as we head out onto the main street, Wyatt’s bike long gone. “What does that mean?” he asks. “Together?”

“Are you in one of those open marriages? That’s smart, man. Real smart. Damn, Ace. I wanna be you when I grow up,” Jinx says from the back.

All of us chant, “You’ll never grow up.”

Cass seems quiet as Dave settles back in his seat. “So, you can fuck around, too?” he finally asks.

“I mean, I don’t know how to explain it, C. I just. We’re together, okay?” An involuntary groan leaves my lips as I twist in my seat, uncomfortable with the conversation.

“All of you are together? Like, you and him and…”

“Can we just get there? Please. Fuck. What’s with all the questions?”

“I wanna know! Do you guys spit roast her? DP? DVP? DAP? What—” I cut Jinx off by tossing an empty water bottle at his head.

“Shut the fuck up. That’s my wife you’re talking about.”

I haven’t really dated before. Not seriously anyway. But these weird fluttering feelings inside, like I can’t wait to see Arianna and Wyatt again and wonder if they’re okay, or what we’re all going to do tomorrow, they won’t quit. Slyly, I adjust myself in my dress pants and try to focus on the scenery. I should have gone with them.

In about ten minutes, we approach the front of the casino and park under the overhang.

“See? It looks pretty good now. Stable,” Cass says.

Nodding, I scan the front of my building. They did a nice job with the glass and awning. A large sign on the front announces a grand reopening tomorrow.

“I bet they’d open a table for you now, man. I got twenty,” Dave says, showcasing the bill between his fingers. When he reaches forward to hand it to me, I just stare at it and stroke my stubble.

Power. I have it. I can use it. Spend that with Bruno at a Hold ’Em table or even the slots. By the time Kline found me, it would be too late. Could get a little line of coke, pay a few dollars to a G-string. A snort escapes my nose as I think about the blowjob I could get from one of the junkies in the alley nearby.

And I don’t want any part of it.

“Nah, I’m good. Save it for yourself.”

“You don’t want it?!” Dave asks.

Cass’s dark eyes slide over my face as he clears his throat. “What do you want to do then, boss?”

“Actually, let me just take a peek in there and then take me home.”

As if I just ruined Christmas, all three go deadly silent. Even Jinx, for once, has nothing to say.

When we enter, the place is clean and empty. It smells of fresh paint and cut wood. For nostalgia, I sneak up to the penthouse and glance around. The entire place has been cleaned and emptied of all my stuff, everything taken to the mansion. The white walls sparkle and the windows glisten in the evening light. It looks very familiar, but a smile greets my face as I take it all in.

It’s not home anymore.

“You want to party up here, man? Get some girls over?” Jinx asks, looking around with me.

“Nope. I don’t. You guys feel free to use it anytime. You know the code.” Turning on my heel, I slap Cass on the shoulder and drag him with me. He stiffens under my grasp but follows.

On the way out, I talk with staff and catch up on the gossip, the business news. Before we head out, Cass pulls me back to speak with me alone.

“What’s going on with you? First, we don’t see you for days. You threw that little temper tantrum and said you were through with us. Then, you call me up like nothing’s happened. And you let that little bitch take your girl on a ride? Saying you’re all together? Explain yourself.” His black eyes darken as he narrows his lids.

Rubbing my hair back into place, I glance over my shoulder, but Dave and Jinx already went outside. “I don’t know. Things are different now.” I raise my chin as I gather some confidence. “I like my wife and want to spend time with her.” Shrugging a shoulder, I smirk. “I mean, it’s not like you and I haven’t gotten into fights before. Remember that time we didn’t talk for a month?” Cass and I always have our differences, but we’ve always come back together, brushing stuff under the rug. Like brothers.

He nods slowly. “But that guy, he’s hanging around a lot. What’s that about? Are you, uh… Are you into him?”

I laugh, brushing my thumb across my sweaty forehead. “What? No. I just don’t want Jinx to get the fucking details about my wife, you know. Yeah, we’ve been fucking her together. It’s fun. New. Different.”

He places a hand on my shoulder, turning me until we head outside. “Don’t be such a fucking stranger. You’re forgiven.”

Part of me wants to hit him. I’m forgiven. Like everything’s my fault. He never apologizes for anything.

“You seriously want me to take you back home?” his deep voice asks with some level of disappointment.

Nodding, I open the car door. With a glance back at the casino, I say goodbye to what once was and head home to the future I choose.