Page 180 of Sire
She searches my eyes for a lie. She’ll never find one there. My wife gets everything from me.
“But if you want,” I flop back in the seat, sighing dramatically, “we can just fuck in the limo and go back to the hotel. Nash and Vale will be disappointed that their babysitting gig was cut short, but they’ll get over it.”
“No.” She grabs my hand. “I want this night for us. I asked for it. It’s just that...” She glances down at her cleavage. “What if I leak?”
“Damn, I’ll bust a nut right there.”
“Sire.” I love it when she swats me. Maybe I’m morphing into her sub. Roman would be proud. “I’m serious. I’m still breastfeeding Bluebelle, and Vale said this bra would hide it, but what if it’s obvious?”
“Hey.” I grab her neck. Softly, she gasps. “What will be obvious tonight is that I’m married to the hottest woman in the club, who’s having her fantasy fulfilled. And I happen to love this woman even more, with every day I’m alive, and I’d really like to fuck her for all to see how much.”
She chews her lip. “Are we using condoms?”
Shit, she’s already making me hard.
I pull her lips to mine. “With others? Always. Between me and you?” I kiss her, my tongue teasing hers, my dick swelling. “Fuck, Wren. Angel, you know I want to breed your pussy again.”
She pants. Her smile, the sexiest I’ve seen in months.
Yes, it’s heaven beyond my wildest dreams being a father. I cried when our baby girl was born. Now, I carry her and my Glock in a back holster.
Our daughter is beautiful. Like her mother. Like my dream. Black curls. Light eyes. Long lashes. Her soft skin, a blend of our love.
Wren’s the best mom. A natural. She wears Bluebelle in ababy sling, singing and fucking up songs to her while she bakes cookies.
But like every mom, she deserves a break.
And like every woman, she’s even sexier now. I just need to prove it to her.
She nuzzles my nose. “You want to start trying again?”
“Angel, I’ll never stop trying with you.”
“Okay, no condoms for us but…” She reaches for my crotch. “What’s his name?”
I’m already hard for her, as usual, but with her requests for tonight, I’ll need to pace myself. It’s been a long minute since we’ve done this.
I smirk. “You won’t believe it.”
“Try me.”
Wren asked me to find a man for tonight—someone I want. I had to create a new profile on an app I trust, one that caters to ethically non-monogamous and sexually fluid adults. It took me a few weeks to find a play partner we could trust—one who would be a hot surprise for her, too.
“Christian.”
She pulls back, laughing. “Seriously? His name is Christian?”
I tease, “And he really wants to worship his pastor tonight.”
“Does he know about you?”
“Yes, and he’s bi.” Her eyes light up. Thrilled. Aroused.God, my woman’s hot.“I had to tell him a few things about us and find out about him, too. I won’t let some piece of shit lay a hand on my wife.”
“So, you trust him?”
“Yeah. I looked him up. He has a job he needs to protect, too. He travels. Doesn’t have time for love or relationships and…”
Her eyes widen. “And?”
