Chapter 9

NINE

WYATT

It was stupid to even think I could stay away from her. Instead, here I am, like a loyal lapdog getting ready to shoot one of these fucking gate guards to get inside the house. Swallowing, I worry about what our last conversation may have caused. What if it just pushed her closer with that piece of shit she married?

“Like I said, this is an emergency. Mrs. Donovan personally invited me.” The shaved head kid sitting in the back of the shack looks at me, wide-eyed, his finger shaking on his rifle trigger as he points it to the floor. It’s bigger than him. At the window stands the morning shift captain. It’s been a few days since their wedding and the agony of losing her has been eating me away.

The main guard is old and lazy. Both men are a testament to the lack of funds supplying the staff here.

“Sir, it’s still very early for Mr. Donovan. I can’t get hold of either of them, sir. Please step back from me, sir.” He uses the title like an insult, holding up his hands as if he’ll get dirt on him should I get any closer. When I reach through his little tower window and snag his phone, I call the last number dialed with a punch of my forefinger.

With a terrified grunt, the kid holds up his weapon at me when I do, but I just plant the barrel of my gun against the old man’s temple and raise my eyebrows.

“Yes?” A groggy, high-pitched Arianna creaks through the speaker. The sound of her voice makes me feel some peace after fitful nights trying to figure out some solution to our problem. But now I know how to fix things.

I’m not giving her up.

“Vixen, it’s me. I’m outside. Can you tell these police academy dropouts to let me in?” The kid drops his jaw to protest, but I shift so his face out of my field of view.

“W-Wyatt?” She sounds out of breath, like I just startled her awake.

“Yeah, vix. I’m here.” The clear gate opens with a hum. She must have the code to open it.

“Come on in. Up the stairs, take a right, and then a left. It’s the double doors at the end of the third hall.” Holy shit. How big is this place?

Ending the call, I toss the phone back to the dude and slide onto the seat of my cruiser. “Told you she said I could come over,” I yell as I whir down the drive.

I envision her lying in a bed, probably in one of those lacy things she likes to wear that I never get to see because we’ve been sneaking around in barns and backrooms for almost a year. Getting to visit her curvy body in a bedroom, taking my time without having to hurry… My dick stretches against my zipper just thinking about it.

My pulse pounds with a sense of urgency to stop her before she does something foolish like fall in love with her husband. It’s like blowing up their wedding all over again, except this time, I’ll fuck her in his bed and make pancakes in his kitchen. Ari’s a naïve woman. She’d fall for anyone just so she could say she’s living a fairytale.

The house rises out of a hilly terrain like some white rock oasis with its dark blue pools and angled stories. Everything is boxy, topped by a flat roof. All the lights appear to be off at this early hour and I know my girl is probably only half awake. But when I tell her I’m done playing games and I want to be together no matter what, even if I gotta cuck that bastard, I’m hoping she’ll perk up.

When I reach the glass front door, my brow furrows, concerned that it’s locked. But it easily opens when I shove on it. Security here really is a joke. I guess he’s got nothing to steal that’s valuable, other than his senate position and his wife.

Following Ari’s directions through the house, I find the solid white doors she spoke about and carefully press the handle down. The light in the room warms as the dawn rises through the eastern windows, the purple curtains spread wide open. One ray streams across the pink carpet to the large bed where Arianna’s nude figure slowly bobs up and down. When I tilt my neck, I see her husband lying on his back, his blond head propped up on pillows with a look of bliss plastered all over his face. His large hands grip her hips as she rides him.

Ari’s chocolate hair waves as she swivels to see me. Flashing me her white teeth, she says, “Hey.”

My heart stops beating at the scene before me. Is this a setup? Was this whole thing designed for me? To piss me the fuck off? A show of domination? My fists curl at my sides as I contemplate my next move, her full breasts bouncing as she writhes against her lover. The heat on the tops of my ears radiates down my neck when neither of them seem concerned with my appearance. Part of me thinks about shooting him and taking her, but that would cause a hell of a lot more problems than I’m prepared to deal with.

“Hey, man! Come on in. There’s plenty of room.” Ari’s husband flattens a muscular arm out on the mattress next to him and pats it. Leaning around her curves, he greets my eyes and smirks. Full-on shit-eating smirks. What a fucking prick.

That’s what his play is. It’s to get me mad enough to leave. Or to fight him and lose her. But I’m about to up the ante.

Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I tug it over my head and toss it across the room like I own the place. Next come my jeans and boots, kicked somewhere under the bed, our bed. Arianna stares at me with some wonderment, as if she never expected it, but the tiniest smile greets her parted lips as she watches me undress.

It’s not as if I didn’t know she would have sex with him. Now that I’ve seen it, now that I’ve gotten the image out of the way, my seething jealousy has turned to some weird sense of intensity in my gut. Determination. Drive.

I have to fuck her better than this tool.

Kneeling on the bed, I crawl to her as she continues to sit on his dick.

“What the fuck, wild card?” Her husband has the nerve to look shocked.

With a shrug, I reply, “You invited me up here, maverick.”

When I near her, Arianna turns her head to me. Snaking my fingers through her silky strands, I pull her close, greeting her by staking my claim with a stroke of my tongue against hers. It’s been weeks since I felt this connected with her. Without the torture I’d put myself through before deciding I couldn’t leave her. I don’t give a fuck if he’s inside her right now, the moan that escapes her mouth probably let the maid down the hall know who she wants.

“Your move,” I say to him. To her, I whisper, “I’m here for you, vix. And I’m not leaving.” I glance at the man beneath her as I emphasize my last sentence.

Ace tucks a bent arm behind his head and juts up into her as she squeals. “Fine, Wilma. Then make yourself useful and suck my balls while you’re down there.”

“I could cut them off for you,” I grit out, and he tosses me a smile in return. My fists beg to punch that pretty face.

“Boys, stop. Wyatt, come here.” Arianna snares me close to her for another searing kiss, but places her hand on Ace’s chest and continues to ride him.

When we pull away for a breath, I say, “So a virgin no more, huh?”

“I busted that cherry all night. It’s long gone,” her husband says. “Would you say we made love like sixty, or was it seventy times, empress?”

It’s not that he’s trying to rile me up by using the word love. Nah, I know his type. That’s not even on his radar, I’m sure. It’s that he’s got a fucking nickname for her. That irritates the shit out of me. “Sounds like you need a break, then, pretty boy. Let me take over,” I say, with a move to grip my girl around her waist.

Slapping a hand over my forearm, he stops me before I can get hold of her. My gaze stares at where his fingers grip me, the pulse underneath throbbing in response. “Not in her pussy.” Lifting my gaze, I catch his blue eyes, which have turned from fervid to fiery. Slowly, he warns me, “Not until she’s pregnant.”

I take the words for what the meaning is behind them. This is his right as her spouse, as a senator and King of the South. Despite my utter lack of regard for him, I respect his role as Ari’s husband. Unclenching my jaw, I say, “Got it.”

As he removes his searing palm from my skin, it feels like he and I reached a subtle agreement. One without a formal handshake. I’m allowed here and to be with her, but not make a baby with her…

Yet.

Ace’s hand moves slowly up Ari’s back and pulls her into him until they kiss. All I can do is watch, wait my turn. Seeing them together burns me up inside, and my jaw clenches, especially when the fucker opens his eyes to find me. But I’m impatient, so I snag her back from him with my hands in her hair and pull her up to meet my lips. This is my answer to him. I’ll respect you first, but I need mine, too.

With a huff, Ace sits until the two of their chests are pressed together, then grasps her chin and tugs her from me. When they kiss, it’s open mouthed and I have to see their tongues caressing passionately. Ari reaches over and grips the back of my neck and pulls away from Ace with a pop of released suction before she plants one on me, my face so close to his, our stubble rubs against each other’s, tickling my jaw.

Being in this position forces my blood to run hotter. My abs dip when my cock fills to its fullest as some weird mixture of outrage, competition, and horniness makes me unsure if I’m going to fight or fuck. When she seeps out a wail, I glance down between them. Ace has her nipple tucked between his teeth and gives her a teasing grin as she runs the fingers of her other hand through his hair.

He continues to suck, and I bend to take the other between my lips, the sensation of her pebbled peak soothing some irritation. Both of us nibble on her as she strokes our heads with her comforting fingers. Loosening her grip on my hair, she lowers her hand and wraps it around my needy dick, the sensation causing her full breast to muffle my moan. When I bite, her head falls back as she sighs with pleasure. I stroke her with my tongue as Asa pulls so hard with his lips on the other nipple, he makes loud slurping sounds. Her hips undulate against his pelvis as we both work her tits in sync.

It isn’t long until she grips him with her thighs and screams a full, throaty wail of ecstasy, then collapses around him as he holds her body close to his. The asshole peeks around her hair to give me a wink of victory. Like he alone did this.

“Vix, baby. Come here.” With heavy eyes and a lithe smile, she turns to me and extends her arms as I take her off Asa’s dick. My stomach twists when I get a glance at the size of it. But he doesn’t have the length, nor the piercings. And he hasn’t spent months tonguing her pussy and ass just the way she likes.

Laying her on her back, I slide between her knees as Asa lies on his side, his heavy dick still firm. I stroke my thick tongue up her slit, gathering all her wetness and suckling on her clit as she whimpers, her thighs firmly gripping my head. “Wyatt, I can’t. I can’t. Not anymore.”

“Yeah, Winnie. She’s had enough. ’Cause I fulfilled her needs already.”

A corner of my lips lifts as I dig into her with my mouth, working her pussy as she squeals and gyrates against the bed. I’m not slowing down. Scooping up her excessive wetness, I slide it down to her back hole with my tongue and fuck her there. When her legs quiver as I stuff in a few fingers, I know she’s almost gone again. “Wyatt… Wyatt…”

Looking up at her husband, I give him a slow wink and see his dick jump as he studies me pleasuring his wife. With a jolt, she comes again, screaming my name, and I line up at her ass, spreading her legs wide for me. “You want me inside, baby?” She’s so gone, barely nodding as she pants. “You want to come again for me?”

“I-I can’t… I can’t.”

She doesn’t even resist at when I edge the head of my dick inside her tight ring. Biting my lower lip, I ease in slowly, her slickness almost enough wetness. But I glance up at her husband, who’s staring at the scene with one eye narrowed.

“Hey, maverick. Be a doll and grab us some lube.” When he hesitates, I think it’s going to be a fight, but he just turns and grabs some from the nightstand drawer and shoves it at me, his eyes on her face. Like he’s protecting her from me. Drizzling some on us, I continue my pursuit of her hot ass and thrust in.

Ace kneels and slides more toward her head as she lazes back, completely liquid against the blanket. When I find my rhythm, her full breasts bounce as she yelps, echoing between pain and pleasure. The pretty boy teases apart her lips with his dick and she turns her head, giving him her big brown eyes before opening for him. “Fuck, empress… Damn, that feels amazing.”

Sweat drips off my chest and onto her belly as I watch her lick his dick, swirling the tip as he moans. “She hasn’t sucked you before?”

His eyes glance to where I’m fucking her and crawl up my abs to my face. “N-no. Fuck.”

With a little laugh, I say, “I taught her everything she knows.” Thinking back over the last several months with her when she hadn’t even been fingered properly, I reminisce about her on her knees for me in the hay, my balls tightening, ready for release.

Breathlessly, he pants out, “Then you give good head, Wendy.”

“No, that’s not…” Fucker. Ari glances down at me with her eyes wide, like she’s shocked I’ve sucked dick before. Whatever.

Watching her swallow his cock farther down her throat, his hips jutting into her face while he strokes her hair, does something to me. It makes me harder. “You’re so fucking sexy doing that, vix. You look so fucking hot swallowing his cock,” I manage to get out, but my voice is strained with neediness.

“Yeah, empress is taking a dick in her ass and down her throat. What a good girl… My needy wife has to have two cocks to satisfy her, doesn’t she?”

When she moans an affirmative reply around his thick dick, he grips her head tighter and shoves in deeply. “Fuck, take it, sugar lips. Suck me off and swallow everything down.” His lower abs dip, and I know he’s going to blow, and when he growls while holding her against his waist, I come so hard, I grit out a string of curses while staring at the two of them.

Catching my breath, I notice he’s looking at where we’re joined, too.

My cum oozes from between her cheeks and onto the bedding when I slip out of her. Sitting up, her eyes dazzle me in my post-orgasm high, their shade catching fire in the sunlight. Leaning forward, I press my lips to hers and she parts them for me, only to scoop her tongue in my mouth and shovel his salty spunk inside. I’m too far gone to react with disgust and just lick it from her, then swallow the full load. Backing up, she whispers on my lips, “Good boy.”

Then she’s pulled back into Ace’s bare chest as he flops on the bed, spooning her. Easing myself under the sheet with them, I lie down in front, brushing her hair out of her face, and placing a hand on her hip.

I can’t see him, but Ace says, “How’d I taste, wild card?”

“Like an asshole.”

He snorts. “You’d know.”

And somewhere in there, we all fall asleep.

Together.