5. Spunky

five

Spunky

Kaz

" P udding pie, I'm telling you... she's definitely ready for it." It's a struggle to keep the annoyance from my voice, but Brennan is just pissing me off with his reluctance. We've been in love with our damn sexy neighbour since she moved in. She's the perfect complement for us. Everything about her matches us. Especially those deliciously thick, juicy thighs of hers. This morning when she had her coochie in my face, and those thighs were threatening to suffocate me, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. The last time I was that hard that quickly was when I'd first met Brennan, and he pretty much stuck his hand down my pants.

"She sat in this lounge and stuck her fingers in her ears, refusing to talk to us. Do you think she's ready to discuss that you and I are in an open relationship and are interested in dating her?"

"Yes."

He huffs out an annoyed breath. "And you think Zelda won't run screaming out of the building when you tell her you want to watch her crawl around on the floor with a pacifier in her mouth?"

"Yup."

This time, he rolls his eyes at me.

I'm feeling less annoyed now—nothing like pissing off the love of my life to brighten my mood.

"Kaz," he bites out.

My lips spread into a huge smile at the exasperation in his tone. "Oh, sparky, you're too easy."

He growls in response, so I quickly hold my hands up in defence.

"Cool your jets, big guy. I'll explain," I start, sitting back in the loveseat, patting the spot next to me. He knows me well enough to realise he won't get anything out of me until he sits down.

"As you know, she slipped out to the DNF bookshop today. I stopped by here to see if she wanted lunch and found her note. Thinking I could seduce her into grabbing something with me in town, I followed her down, only to have her run into me and drop her book haul. You wouldn't guess what she was buying."

I pause for effect, and a huge laugh bursts free when he leans forward threateningly.

"Indulging Their Little."

He stares at me, completely unblinking. He needs me to start the fire for him.

"You know... the book I read to you the last time you were stuck in a hospital bed after that bad fire. The one with the two Daddies, the Dom and the Little girl?"

Realisation lights up his face, and the beautiful grin there is just another reminder of why I find my husband so damn sexy, even when he's being dumb.

Ever the pragmatist and pessimist, he proceeds to be persistent. "Who says she's not just trying a new book?"

My head falls back against the loveseat as I let out an exasperated breath.

"Her bed, right now, is littered with stuffed bears. Zelda can't be trusted to feed herself on a good day and has a closet full of onesies. What do you want? A signed agreement that she's in the lifestyle?"

Brennan's hand slips up my thigh and slowly moves closer to the sleeping snake in my pants. "I mean," he whispers into my ear before pinching the lower lobe between his teeth, "It wouldn't hurt."

He sucks on the soft skin between my ears and shoulder, probably leaving another fucking hickey when his fingers finally reach their destination.

The sleeping snake is no longer sleeping. Instead, the one-eyed anaconda is spitting and ready for someone to try to tame it.

It shouldn't surprise me that this man can still get my engine roaring with barely any effort, but it does. Not that I'm complaining about it.

"You know what else won't hurt?" he asks me, his voice still a low rasp that sends a shiver down my spine.

I shake my head in response, unable to find the words because his rough, calloused fingers wrap around my stiff rod.

"Having all those luscious curves tucked in between us."

Fuck.

"Do you think her wet, dark cave would be able to take both of our explorers at once?" He asks me the most insane, ridiculous question ever, but because of the way his hand moves up and down my erection, I find it one of the sexiest things he's ever said.

Okay, there is also the fact that having his stiff cock pressed up against mine while we fuck her tight cunt at the same time is one of my biggest fantasies.

His hand continues to rub my pole, drawing the precum from the tip and using it for lubrication. With expert movements drawn from years of experience, with me and before me, he has me on the edge within minutes.

And then the fucker stops.

"Even better," he whispers again, licking at the inside of my neck where he's probably left his mark. "I'll watch you fill her pretty pussy with your cum. I'll let you breed her and plug her up so she stays full of your seed before I take her tight virgin ass. And when I'm done with her, we'll close that hole, too. Have our pretty Little girl all filled with our spunk. What do you think about that, hotshot?"

The groan that slips from my lips is one of pure desperation. Only Brennan knows exactly what to say to get me going like this.

"Fuck yes. She'll be our Little cum slut. Fuck, Bee. We need her to want this as much as we do. I'll die if she doesn't."

As the desperate words leave my lips, my husband's hand moves on my cock, this time jacking me so hard and fast I'll probably be sore tomorrow, but it'll be worth it.

Coming all over his hand while picturing our girl—and she was going to be ours, dammit—filled and covered with our cum is such a hot thought that I blow my load.

"If Zelda were here now, I'd have her lick us both clean," Brennan says, almost conversationally, as he slips one of his jizz-covered fingers in his mouth to suck it clean.

And then we hear it.

A soft moan. One filled with pleasure. One of release.

My eyes dart to our front door, where Zelda is standing, her hand shoved up under her skirt into her panties.