“You’re Priest’s unhinged friend,” she mutters before throwing an accusatory glance at her son. “You let him marry your sister? This bastard is sick in the head!”
I guess it takes one to know one.
“Three,” I mutter, my patience running out, and she must read it in my eyes as fear touches on her expression for the first time since arriving here.
Unlike Priest, who has some ties to her, I have no such thing. No love is lost between me and this narcissistic woman. I will not hesitate to put an end to her existence. We both know no one would miss her.
“Four.”
“Fine, we’re leaving,” she yells, grabbing her husband’s hand and retreating. I open the gate and follow them to their car. Just before she gets in her car, I lean down and whisper something into her ear that is enough to send her speeding away.
“I saw you say something. What did you say to send her rushing away so fast?” Rhea whispers when I have found her back in the clubhouse.
“That I am leaving instructions for her and her husband to be shot on sight if they show up here again,” I say tentatively. I know despite their history and however fucked up they may be, they are still her parents.
“I don’t want them near us or our son,” she says firmly, hugging our little boy in her arms. “Thank you for taking care of them.”
I lean down and place a kiss on her forehead. “They won’t be coming back again,” I promise her, and I will make sure to keep that promise. If I have to track them down and make sure of it, then that’s what exactly I will do. But something tells me that was the last we’ll see of them.
I expect the mood to be dampened after the interruption, but things seem to pick up, and soon, the wives are huddled around in gossip as the kids run about, tiring themselves out. When the sun sets, the kids are already exhausted and napping in a room that has been set aside for them. I watch with humor as the adults gather around a fire pit to drink and trade stories. Any excuse they can get to kick back, they’ll take it.
I notice we’re quickly running out of beer, so I offer to get more, taking a prospect along with me, but really, it’s an excuse to break away from the crowd and search for my wife.
I leave the prospect to get the beer and walk around in search of Rhea, finding her just where I expected her to be. She’s in the kids’ room, leaning against the doorframe, watching our son sleep as she worries her bottom lip with her teeth.
I crowd her back before wrapping my arms around her waist. “What’s on your mind?” I whisper, pressing my lips to soft spot behind her ear before trailing them over the shell of her ear. “Are you still thinking about what happened today?”
“A little.” She moans when I nip at her earlobe. “I was thinking how lucky I am to have found my way to you. I don’t have to deal with them when you’re this solid shield standing between me and those self-destructing monsters.”
“I’m the lucky one,” I assure her.
“Fine, we’re both lucky,” she responds, her eyes shooting to the sleeping toddler before shifting to look at me. “I heard there would be fireworks tonight.”
“They wouldn’t dare risk waking the kids. None of the guys have a death wish, as far as I know,” I say, grabbing my wife’s wrist and pulling her away from the room. She pulls the door softly behind her before following me out with a laugh.
“Do you remember the night of the engagement party when we had sex on the porch?” She giggles as I pull her onto said porch and down the steps. “That night was magical, don’t you think?”
“It was,” I agree, pushing her back against the side of the house and dropping my mouth down to meet hers. Christ, it feels like I have had this boner for hours, and all I can think is . . . finally.
I thought waking up to the same person every morning might eventually dull my desire a bit, but it’s been the opposite. Just one look at my wife and her sexy body, and I just want to wrap my hand in her hair and pound into her until stars explode behind her eyes.
My darling little wife.
The mother of my children and my forever. She’s everything.
I don’t realize I have spoken the words out loud until she practically melts against me. I lean down and kiss her slowly, groaning deeply when our tongues wind together in the most erotic of dances. She makes a mewling sound at the back of her throat that has my cock throbbing in its tight confines.
I thread my hand into her hair and deepen the kiss, our mouths moving carnally over each other. I reach under her dress, and her legs part for my hand. I slide a finger past her panties to feel her arousal, groaning deeply when I find her drenched. It seems I am not the only one who’s had to hide my need, and now the wait is over.
“Need to fuck you,” I grunt harshly against her lips, and she nods eagerly, her fingers fumbling with my zipper, and I suck in a sharp breath when she finally takes me in her hand. My cock is hard and throbbing as she turns toward the house, reaching behind her to guide my length to her snug sex.
She moans when I slide my shaft into her wetness, rocking deep and gently into her. “I’m off the pill,” she whispers, and fuck . . . she knows just what it takes to set me off.
The thought of breeding her and finally getting her swollen with another baby lights me on fire.
I grip her hip before pulling out and ramming back into her. She cries out and throws her head back, her fingers clawing at the wall in front of her as I rut her hard. I pound into her sex harder and faster, making her cry out in pleasure, and I am about to slap my palm on her mouth to mute her cries when a loud noise pierces the air, and the sky lights up with color. And just like that, I am transported back to a night like this four years ago.
“Those assholes!” Rhea hisses, and I chuckle, pulling her up against me to take her dirty little mouth with mine in a kiss and ramming faster into her, knowing we only have a short time before chaos descends. “Oh, God! Knight . . . So close,” she whispers when I let go of her hair and drop my hand between her legs, rubbing circles around her clit with my finger.