Page 91 of Fall to Me
“It’s killing me too,” she whispers, swiping away a tear.
“I’ll admit. I shouldn't have gone behind your back and hired security for you. It’s something we should’ve discussed as a couple. You deserved to be in on that plan all along.” I slowly pepper kisses all over her face, tasting a mix of her tears and mine. “I promise not to leave you in the dark again.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, as she runs her thumbs under my eyes. “Can we maybe make a rule? No more silent treatment? We work through our shit when it happens.”
“Yeah. I’d like that.” Releasing her, I roll out of bed and hold out my hand to her. “Can I just take care of you right now? Let me run you a bath and clean you up?”
She nods and places her hand in mine. I pull her up, fucking grateful I still have a wife after the shit I pulled.
“River, this is Tony, Hector, and Diesel.”
The three men stand in front of us as I make introductions. River tilts her chin up with a new level of confidence I’ve never seen before and shakes each of their hands. She glares at each one of them. I’ve been on the receiving end of that glare before. I know how they feel; it’s not fun.
“Where is the other guy? You know what? Never mind. That doesn’t even matter. Let me tellyouhow this is gonna work . . .” she says, giving a pointed look to each of them. “I’m in chargenow. You need something, come to me. You can’t get ahold of me,thenyou can go to my husband, and you can tell that to any of your other minions too.”
Before any of us can say anything or ask any questions she cuts us off with a nod. “Y’all know where we’re going?”
Tony gives a nod and looks down at his watch.
“Wherearewe going anyway?” I ask.
After we talked everything out, I gave her Tony, Diesel, and Hector’s phone number and I know she told them. I’m hoping one of them will slip up.
“We were ordered not to tell you, sir,” Hector says with a grin.
River’s smile spreads. She’s feeling real big right now. I can’t wait to get her back home and spank her little ass.
“Good. Glad we’re on the same page now,” she says.
We all head out of the building, and once we make it to the parking garage, I do as I’m instructed and hop into the passenger seat of River’s car.
“Are you going to tell me where you’re taking me?”
“You’ll see,” she says, smirking as she starts the engine.
A few seconds later, her Bluetooth connects to the car.
“. . . his tongue laps at my pussy . . . Oh, God . . . Fuck . . . I’m about to . . . Mmm . . .”
River’s eyes nearly pop out of her head as she fumbles with her phone. She keeps tapping the device, but the audiobook continues to play in the background. I roll my lips together, trying my damnedest not to laugh.
“I can’t move, can’t escape his punishment. ‘You have been a naughty little slut, haven’t you, pet.’ Brent runs the leather tresses down the valley of my breast.”
“Make it stop! God. Make it stop.”
“My wife is a dirty little smut slut.” I laugh, grabbing her phone out of her hand, and shoving it into my back pocket, then I turn the volume up on her radio.
That earns me a glare, and she stares at me as she pushes the mute button.
I stare right back, pushing the volume button.
We go back and forth until she throws her hands in the air.
“Ugh!”
Finally, she gives up and pulls out of the parking lot as the audiobook continues to play. I look in the mirror, finding her security detail following closely behind.
“He brings the whip down on my ass, then reaches around and thrusts two thick fingers into my pussy. ‘So fucking responsive . . .’”
