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Sheepishly, we both separate some as Wyatt gets off the bike. “Yep,” he tells her, and she skirts hisopen palm as he attempts to spank her and makes straight for me, climbing on where he left open.

“Do you need me?” One of her fingernails edges along my cheek as her floral scent caresses my nostrils. Now my cock is raging hard.

“Y-yes, sugar. I do.” I lift her little body a bit, catching her sundress and running it up her thighs as she mock gasps. Snatching the handlebar, I rev the engine a bit, making her squeal from the vibrations.

She turns around and grabs the tank, shoving her ass right into my raging erection. “Fuck me, handsome. Fuck me from behind.” Happily, I let my fingers crawl to her panties, then push them aside and stroke her gently as she writhes on my shaft. “Get over here, Wyatt. I want to watch him suck your dick while he’s fucking me.”

Wyatt strokes back some of the empress’s hair as I line up my cock with her entrance. She pushes back as I lean over to take our boyfriend in my mouth. The piercings roll over my tongue as he groans and tosses his head back. With a little thrust, I settle inside our wife’s tight cunt, now wet with need for me.

“We’re about to make a mess on the leather,” I say, my words muffled by Wyatt’s taut abs. “Rub your clit on the seat, empress.” She swivels her head around to glance at me with my demand, but then starts humping the front of the bike while I work her from behind. Every thrust forward, I rev up the engine until it ripples through my groin and her pussy. She purrs justlike the motor and the heat of the day soaks us all with sweat.

My focus shifts back to our boyfriend, but Arianna grasps the base of Wyatt’s dick, then pulls it out of my mouth. “Here, let me.” She suctions it between her lips as I grip his ass cheek in one palm, my wife’s hip in the other. I lift her up some so I can plunge inside her deeper, which only impales her farther onto him.

Tossing up the bottom of her dress, I find her ass and smack it as she gags on Wyatt, who rests his hands on the back of her head. “I’m losing it, vix. You’re sucking me so good. I love watching our boy fuck you.”

“Suck him deep, sugar lips, and take this thick dick.” She gasps at my words, but I spank her again, then rev the engine. The tingle in my balls rises with every twist of my wrist.

His hips work as furiously as mine as we both chase our orgasms, but I hold off on coming as long as I can. My wife needs hers. Sliding one hand over her thigh, I find her clit again and help her out. Wyatt leans over her back and grabs my lips with his, whimpering, “I’m gonna come. Come with me.”

“Not until my wife does.” Smacking her ass hard, I grip her hips and moan in her ear, “You hear that, empress. Be a good girl and come all over my cock.”

She shoves back against me and tightly squeezes my dick with a scream deafened by Wyatt’s deep shove down her throat.

“Shit. I’m coming,” Wyatt groans and slips out ofher mouth, spurting his load all over her tits as she leans up with her tongue still stuck out to catch some.

Watching him lose it makes me let go, the heat rising through my body, and I release inside my wife, my love, as Wyatt’s fingers stroke my hair.

Arianna lays back until she’s sitting on my lap fully. Raising my legs, I balance us on the bike while Wyatt straightens up.

“How was it? The bike ride?” Arianna asks us, as I lift her off me and she brushes her dress down.

Shaking my head, I stuff myself back in my pants and pull out my shirt to wipe off the sweat from my forehead. “Not as good asthatone was.”

EIGHTEEN

ASA

This meeting is not going how I expected. And, despite treating his sister like the royalty she is, my brother-in-law holds a permanent scowl on his face while Wyatt speaks to him.

“That’s why Asa Donovan is the right man for consort,” Wyatt says, staring down Livia and Maxi. We’re in as neutral territory as we could agree on, the upstairs of some old record store, sitting at a long table across from the Freidenbergs. Wyatt got done making his weekly speech about me taking over. I’m not convinced, but the more he talks me up, the more I see myself in a different way.

And I can feel how much he cares for me when he does.

Not even deeming my boyfriend a glance, Max shakes his head. “No.”

Livia ignores him and looks at me. “Have you talked to my brother about this?”

Shrugging, I shake my head. “You mean the man who murdered my sister? No, I haven’t talked to him, and I think that’s for the best.”

Max spreads his arms wide across the table and his neck muscles tense as he scoffs loudly. “Then how thefuckdo you expect to win the bid for consort,Ace?”

Wyatt places his hand over my arm and speaks up. “Don’t talk to him that way. And we were gracious to speak with East Sidefirst. We’ll hold conference with West next. We’re risking our lives being here, and you know that.”

Finally, Max lays his deep-set eyes on Wyatt. “There’s noweabout this.Youare not family. Why would I listen to someone who abandoned their duties, huh? Whowent behind my back to fuck my little sister?”

“Maxi, please.” Arianna finally says something. She’s been quieter since she found out she was pregnant, but when I’ve asked her what’s wrong, she just says she’s tired. I think I need to get her alone and really make sure she’s okay.

Wyatt snaps back at him, “I didn’t abandon nothing. I’m still running your guns. But I think I’m about to quit. Consider this my resignation. Find someone else to do yourillegaltrading.”

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