Page 103 of War

Thrust.

She spasms around me, and her head falls back against the door. “Oh fuck, I’m coming.”

“Ava?”

“That’s right, wife. Come all over your husband’s cock.” I pound into her harder now, unleashing all my pent-up irritation over the asshole on the other side of the door. The fucker who didn’t deserve even a minute of her time. “My perfect wife, milking my cock, begging for my cum. Tell me where you want it. Or better yet,tell him.”

“I’m not on birth control,” she whimpers even as she tightens her ankles around my hips, digging her heels into my ass.

I grit my teeth. “Tell me to pull out if you aren’t ready to be mine forever, Ava, because there’s no chance I don’t want this.”

Her eyes fly open and lock on me, and I swear we have an entire conversation like that, even as she moans through the aftershocks of her orgasm. I hold her tight, unwilling to be the one to pull away. I’m in this. I want this. Her. Our family. More babies. I’ll give her everything, but she has to pick me. She needs to tell me this is what she wants. I won’t decide another thing for her.

The door rattles against its frame as I slam into her.

“Inside me,” she screams. “Come inside me.”

Heart exploding, I pick up my pace. “Good girl,” I moan.“I’ll give you what you want. But scream my name, wifey. Let everyone know which brother you belong to.”

As my wife shouts just who owns her for all the world to hear, I come with a growl, filling her, positive there’s no way my idiot step-brother didn’t get the message. Ava is mine. And she’ll only ever be mine.

FORTY

AVA

“I can’t believeyou ripped my underwear,” I say as Tyler spins me on the dance floor.

“They’ll make a wonderful souvenir,” he murmurs in my ear.

A big part of me was desperate to leave right after he fucked me into next Sunday against a door while his brother—my ex—stood on the other side. But this is my event, and it’s far too early to bow out. Also, I’m smiling and he’s smiling, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this happy or relaxed in my life.

With a pinch to his chest, I give him a mock glare. “You aren’t keeping them.”

“Sure, I am, wifey.” The dark chuckle that rumbles out of him sends a shiver down my spine. “I’m going to frame them and put them up next to that picture of you giving me the finger after our wedding.”

I roll my eyes. “No one got that on camera.”

“So you admit you were cursing me that day?”

“We’ve come so far,” I say on a laugh.

With a flourish, Tyler spins me out and then back into his chest before dipping me not so gracefully. When he rights me, my cheeks hurt from smiling.

His expression is just as bright. “I love seeing you smile.”

“Tyler—”

“Can I cut in?” Xander’s words cut my own short.

They stop me from telling Tyler that I love a hell of a lot more than his smile.

Honestly, maybe I’m a bitch, but I kind of just want to say “you again?” to Xander, then turn my back on him. Is the situation awkward? Yes. I did marry his stepbrother, after all. But Xander didn’t seem to care what I was doing until he found out about the marriage. Why, all of a sudden, is he so desperate to speak to me? I guess, in a weird way, I’m thankful for the fractured relationship between these two. It means I’ll rarely have to see him. And honestly, other than when he texts, I’ve mostly forgotten about him.

Tyler’s grip on my hip tightens, and he pulls me to his chest. “No.”

“Ava,” Xander says in that way he used to when he thought I was being ridiculous and needed to be reminded of how to behave.

I can’t hate it all that much, I guess, since it’s not all that different from the way I say Tyler’s name, and Tyler loves when I say his name like that. It’s our thing. He’s an ass, and I put him in his place, and then we do this. We smile together.

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