Page 55 of Hale's Pawn
Jagger laughs and stands. “Let’s go.”
I cock my brow. “Where are we going?”
“To see why the hell your tiny-ass wife isn’t answering your texts and then once we figure that out, we’ll fold her little ass into your pocket so she can’t go anywhere. I think she likes pressing your buttons since you’re so reserved.”
I laugh. “It’s not that serious. It’s just something I realized.”
“Aww, look at you beingsafe…”Jagger taunts me.
I narrow my eyes at him. I know he’s taunting me, but for some reason that damned word still irks me. I look at my phone once again. How many damned texts did I send her?
“Let’s go,” Jagger says. “They’re not that far. They’re in the restaurant having drinks and partying.”
I don’t bother to change out of my beige linen pants and white t-shirt. I put on some shoes and we head there.
Once we get there, the music is blasting and there are a lot more people than I thought. We spot Karessa first. She’s sitting, having a drink. She looks stunning. Jagger reaches her first and kisses her shoulder. She looks at him with admiration in her eyes. “Hi,” she says.
Jagger smiles right back at her.“Hey, sweet baby. Miss me?” he asks her.
Karessa moans into Jagger’s mouth as he kisses her hard. I hang back and wait until they’re done. I look around the makeshift dance floor for that fucking midget-ass wife of mine. I swear if this was a mission to find her in the crowd, she’d be the fucking definition ofWhere’s Waldo?Little asshat. Once the international lip-lockers have finished doing what they do best, I sneak my question in. “Where’s Bu—?” I don’t even have to finish the sentence because some people move and I hear Ainslee whistle as some song comes on.
I take her in as her back is facing me; she’s wearing a black mid-thigh long sleeve dress so sheer, I can see everything. She’s wearing some high waisted black panties underneath. It makes her tattoo come alive under her lacey bra. The problem is the way she’s moving her body to the music. She lifts her arms and runs her fingers through her hair as she dances with the guy in front of her. She isn’t close enough that they’re dry humping, but it’s close enough for me. I’m not a jealous man, but I am possessive. She’s my wife and nobody else’s. I growl low and narrow my eyes. I stand but stop as she turns around. Her eyes are shut and she has that face she makes when she’s about to cum. It’s such a pretty little fucking look. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as she moves. My eyes are basically slits right now as I take in the front of her little dress. The front of her dress is open, stopping to her belly button. Her lacey bra is just as sheer and I shut my eyes and then open them again. I know for damn sure I don’t see her nipples?
I try to look at it some more but the song seems to change, the tempo going more into salsa, and the guy that was right behind her wraps his arm around her waist. He spins her over to him and she lands right. Him and her begin to dance like she’s some kind of fucking professional dancer. I can only see her back as her dress lifts a little with each spin and effortless moves he guides her with. When he spins her out facing us, my eyes almost bug out at how her tits bounce. It’s like every man can see what is mine. “I’m going to lose my fucking mind,” I say as I walk towards Ainslee and the guy.
The guy continues to dance with Ainslee until I spin her ass towards me. She lands on my chest with a hard ‘oomph’. I grab her hand and pull her towards the bar where it’s less crowded. When we get there, she looks up at me and when she notices who it is, her smile turns sexy. “Baby…” she says breathlessly. She rubs her body against me. “You look so sexy right now.”
I lean in to have her little short ass look me in the eye and notice how serious I am. “Ainslee, are you fucking drunk?” I grab her jaw hard and she moans.
“Hmmmm,” she answers. Instead of giving me an actual answer, she slips her hands around my neck and pulls me in for a rough kiss. She moans as I kiss her back just as hard.
I pull away from her kiss. “Good to see you remember the men you came with, especially your husband,” Jagger slips in.
A smirk crosses Ainslee’s face and her eyes roll to his. “I’m aware of who my husband is, I can’t see past him,” Ainslee flirts back and I don’t even think she realizes what she’s saying. She almost got away with not texting me today.
All week there’s been this cat and mouse game between the four of us. One touch here, another risky touch there. It ups the ante for the sexual tension that we seem to always have with the other. Like Karessa and I, then Jagger and Ainslee. I let her get out of my embrace and pinch a nipple that stands at attention. “She’s seriously trying to get fucked, isn’t she Jagger?”
Jagger is now sitting on the barstool with Karessa between his legs. “She is,” he says and his eyes zero in on her erect nipples.
“Help her out,” Karessa says and grabs Jagger’s wrist, leading it towards her nipple.
Jagger watches her as he plays with her nipple through her sheer dress and bra. Ainslee’s eyes flutter as I place my hand in the apex of her throat and jaw. I nip at her jaw and whisper in her ear, “We promised to communicate better but I see that I might have to show you how it’s properly done and what not to do, since you can’t see past me.”
I watch as Jagger pinches her nipple harder and Ainslee moans into the music blaring around us. “Fuck,” Jagger says and he pulls away, shifting his attention to tonguing Karessa down hard.
I let Ainslee go and I move back a bit, resting on the bar. “Go ahead, baby, have fun. You’ve got one more song in you before I show you what you’ve been missing.”
A song comes on, stealing her attention from what she was going to say to me. Ainslee screams as though her day has been made. “Ah! La Bomba!” she exclaims. Ainslee takes advantage of this moment. She places her hand on Jagger’s knee which causes it to jerk. I’m sure he knows it’s not his wife’s. Jagger pulls away from the kiss to watch as Ainslee’s hand travels higher and higher on his thigh. The back of her hand grazes his clothes-covered dick and she grabs Karessa’s wrist. “I’ll bring her back and make it up to you.” Jagger is both intrigued and turned on. He cocks his brow and a smile spreads on his face as we both watch them walk to the dance floor.
“This is one of the songs that makes her crazy. Ricky Martin does that to her,” Jagger offers.
“She’s going to make me crazy,” I offer.
“True, but I do love how much fun they’re having and how bold they are in wanting the both of us,” Jagger says.
“Love a woman who knows what the fuck she wants and why,” I respond to him. We watch our wives; I look at Ainslee as she moves her little body to the rhythm. Some guy comes up behind her and I don’t even give her the chance to do it herself. I march up to them and I grab her little ass, dragging her off the dance floor. I don’t even know where I’m going but, fuck, my little minx wants to be punished, I see. I pass by a smirking Jagger who’s still smiling at Karessa as she dances on the dance floor.
I find a bathroom and I pull her ass inside, locking it. “You fucked up,” I say to her. “You know the drill, ass up. Arch for me,” I say hoarsely.
