“The kids. I don’t…”

  “There are no kids, love. They’re gone.” I wouldn’t have taken it this far otherwise.

  “You… you sure?” she mutters.

  So fuckin’ sweet.

  “Yes, love. I’m positive.” When the parties start, the kids go home. Nobody here wants them subjected to adult content. Especially me.

  “Adam?” she checks.

  “He knows how this works, love. He’s not gonna be around to see anythin’.” That’s code for, I talked with him, told him what’s doin’, and he was more than cool with it. I’ve got a good kid.

  “Promise?”

  I chuckle lowly at how worried she sounds, even though she’s turned on. What a heady combination. To ease her mind, I kiss the side of Kit’s neck and drag a hand down her spine. “Yes. I promise. If you wanna take this inside, we can. But I don’t wanna move. I wanna fuck my wife for the first time. Right here. Our brand throbbin’ on my thigh. You lookin’ sexy as fuck by the fire.”

  Sittin’ back to look me in the eye, her fingers laced behind my neck, Kit doesn’t say a word when she slides both hands into my cut, to peel it off my shoulders. Givin’ her space to drape it over the back of the chair, she then takes it a step further and lifts the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. Tossing it to the ground, she exposes all of me to her. The firelight casts a warm glow over her face and my pecs. Scraping her nails across my chest, she rocks her hips and squeezes around my girth. Turned the hell on, I groan as she undulates on my lap. To help her along, I palm her ass—one hand on each cheek. She tweaks my nipples and twists them hard. I snarl, my legs tightening as I fuck into her depths.

  “You like that?” she taunts, her nails biting into my sensitive flesh.

  “Yes,” I growl darkly and dare her with my eyes to take it further, to give me more.

  What does the minx do? She stands, leaving just the tip of my cock inside her wetness. Looking down upon me, Kit cuffs her delicate fingers around my throat, forcing my head back, to look her in the eye. And fuck do I look, ’cause I’ve never been so turned on in my life. My fingertips embed in her ass cheeks as a feral snarl rattles in my throat.

  “Who’s in charge?” she goads.

  “You,” I croak, trying to swallow as she applies pressure.

  “Now, why don’t I believe that?” Her curious head cocks to the side, judging, assessing.

  I don’t understand why she doesn’t believe it. Because she’s in charge. She owns me, and I fuckin’ own her, so does the depravity. It loves her the most. Craves her the most. When I open my mouth to explain, she leans down and whispers in my ear, “Come out and play. You know you want to,” her sultry voice beckons.

  I blink, and my wife’s bare back is against the brick wall of the clubhouse, her legs around my naked waist, nails embedded in my shoulders as I rut her like an animal. My teeth sink into her neck, sucking deep, hungry welts into flesh as I claim and claim and fuckin’ claim what’s mine.

  Her thighs tighten around me in a vise as Kit moans. “I’m gonna come.”

  And she does. Wetness splashes my dick and runs down my legs as I pound into her cunt. Not even close to done, I put my woman down gently, pull out, spin her around, plant her palms on the rough brick, and enter that slick heat from behind. On her tippy toes, she meets me thrust for thrust, takin’ everything I give like a goddamn angel. I nip and bite at her shoulders, bruise her hips, smack her fine ass, but I don’t stop. Pleasure licks up my spine, setting my teeth on edge. My breaths expel in sharp pants. Sweat drips, muscles contract. The world fades, leaving only us and her and… soul-aching hunger.

  Needing to be closer, to feel more, to crawl inside this perfect human to live for eternity, I splay my hands over hers on the wall, pressing them together, my front against her back, her ass jiggling with each potent thrust.

  “Erik,” she sobs in pleasure.

  I want to apologize for taking her like this… but I can’t…

  I fuck her.

  Brutal and goddamn unrelenting.

  I shatter her into a million tiny pieces and glue them back together over and over again.

  Her cries are music on the wind.

  Her heat, heaven on earth.

  Her scent, maddening.

  This is mine.

  Forever.

  For me.

  Only me.

  And I make every inch of her feel it as I consume what’s mine.

  I drag my lips against Kit’s ear and nip the lobe enough to sting. “How many times can this husband make his old lady come tonight?” I torment.

  Kit babbles in response as I grip her hip and fuck deep, balls slapping that ass.

  The dark, insatiable hunger unfurls in my belly, stretching itself wide, filling in all the spaces.

  I blink, and my woman’s on her knees in the grass, sucking my fat cock, taking as much as she can between shiny, swollen lips. Wanting it all, I cup the back of her head and push in. Swallowing around my shaft, she holds her breath ’til it’s gone, all of it inside her, nuts against her chin, my skull tattoo kissing her face. Kit’s eyes widen as I pause there, tears dripping down her cheeks, but I don’t pull back, nor does she ask me to. She endures until her body quakes. She endures until her eyes roll into the back of her skull. Only then do I relent, and she collapses forward, gasping for air.

  I drop to the grass beside her to rub her back. “You good, love?”

  Still coughing, she nods on repeat, spittle flying from her lips.

  Hooking my finger under her chin, I force her to look at me. Kit smiles, blissed out and gorgeous as hell.

  Knowin’ exactly what I need, what we need, I guide my woman onto her back onto the grass, feet from the clubhouse wall, and kneel between her tattooed legs. Licking my lips, I swipe a finger through her swollen, wet folds. Her back arches on contact. Those fat nipples stand at attention through her lace bra.

  I chuckle at how sensitive she is. “You still want more, love?”

  Eyelids hooded, a sweet, lip-biting nod is her only reply.

  Not one to deny my woman’s needs, I hook Kit’s legs over my shoulders and glide my heavy cock right back inside. It goes with ease, fitting right where he belongs. We groan together, touching, connecting, gettin’ our fill. Fuck, if it doesn’t make me wanna blow. I take a beat to let him calm. We’re not done yet. Hell, I feel like we haven’t even started.

  Those honeyed eyes locked on mine, my body looming over hers, I pound into my woman’s heat and wreck her. Own her. Take and take, and fuckin’ take. Her eyes slamming shut in ecstasy, Kit cries out as she explodes for me. It’s sexy as hell as I pull out, and she sprays me in cum. I slam back in only for her to climax again, her legs quivering as another orgasm crests. I revel in it. The squeeze and release on my cock. The hoarse, needy moans.

  “That’s it, love,” I encourage, my voice wrecked.

  “Erik.”

  “You’ve got another in you.”

  “I… I don’t know.”

  “You. Do.”

  To prove I’m right, I show her. Pulling out, I help Kit onto her knees, doggy style. Dusting the bits of grass off her back, I pull her ass tight against my cock. It slips down her crack and nestles itself between her dripping folds. I tease him there, watching as I dip inside just a fraction. Desperate to have him back where he belongs, Kit swivels her ass, grinding against me.

  Spreading a luscious cheek with my free hand, I spit on her little pink pucker. It’s there, all cute and tight. That one’s mine, too. Maybe not today, but tomorrow or maybe the next. To show her as much, I tease its rim with a fingertip. Kit pitches forward onto her elbows, a fluttery moan imparting those lips. Oh. She likes this.

  Around and around, I coat her rear entrance. It opens just a fraction as if saying hello. Not wanting to disappoint my new friend, I dip the tip of a finger inside. Far enough to feel, but not enough to hurt. Kit’s spine goes stiff at the intrusion, her legs quaking. Refusing to push her too far too fast, I pause a long beat for her to adjust. On an audible exhale, the muscles in my woman’s back relax. I push forward, fitting the first knuckle inside. Again, she breathes, accepting me, accepting it until I’m there, fully encased in her tightness.

  “Does that feel good, love?” Slowly, I fuck her on my finger, in and out, watching in fascination as it disappears and reappears—smooth and warm.

  “Yes,” she croaks, squeezing around my digit.

  So fuckin’ turned on by my woman, my teeth sink into my bottom lip as a low, hungry growl rattles in my throat. Look at how hot she is, on her knees for me, resting on her elbows, that juicy ass on full display and that curve of her back… fuck, I could sip wine from it. “I’m gonna fuck your pussy and finger your ass. Does my old lady want that?” I ask to be certain.

  “Yes,” she croaks.

  “Tell me.”

  “I want you to fuck my pussy and finger my ass,” is her perfect reply.

  “Mmm. You do, do you?”

  “Please.”

  “Show me.”

  Thrusting her hips backward, my woman grinds herself against my awaiting cock. Not one to deprive such a needy pussy, I slide right back in and, fuck, if that’s not goddamn bliss. My eyes roll into the back of my skull, my nuts drawin’ up tight as my ass clenches in ecstasy. The minx doesn’t stop there when she opens and closes that tight, little hole—the best invitation if I ever did see one. I drop spit onto her opening and press two fingers inside until I feel my cock through the thin wall between pussy and ass.

  Kit’s long guttural moan is heaven on earth.

  That’s it, love.

  That’s it.

  And so, I show her how it’s done. I show her what it’s like being married to me. What it’s always gonna be like.

  Taking my woman to new heights, I fuck her ‘til her knees give out. Then I fuck her some more. When she unintelligibly begs me to stop because she can’t come another time, do I listen? Hell no. I fuck her ’til every muscle in my body aches. ’Til I’m wrung out. Only then do I collapse on her prone form, chest to back, sweat-slicked between us, and let go.

  Teeth sinking into her shoulder, blinding ecstasy tears through me like a bolt of lightning as jets of cum explode from my cock, filling her pussy. Kit’s walls contract, sucking every last drop from my body. Spent, I collapse onto my side in the grass, staring up at the darkening sky, the incoming moon blotted out by clouds. Not one to stray far, Kit rolls onto me—her head heavy on my chest, a leg strewn across my hips as we both come down from whatever miracle I just performed.

  “How do you feel?” I ask, rubbin’ her arm, hopin’ she doesn’t have too many bruises or pain. The grass burns on my knees are gonna be a bitch tomorrow.

  “Good. Really good,” she mumbles, tracing designs across my chest and around my sensitive nipples.

  Goosebumps pebble to the surface. “I feel like I ran a marathon.”

  “You did. That was grade A, top-tier, sex, husband.” Kit giggles like she’s higher than Blimp. Hell, she probably is. That was a fuckton of orgasms. If she’s not mush, livin’ in a vat of female euphoria, I didn’t do my job right.

  I toss an arm across my forehead to wipe away the sweat. “I’m too old for this shit.” I sigh in exhaustion.

  “Doesn’t seem like it to me.”

  “I’ve been wantin’ to do that for-fuckin’-ever.”

  “I could tell.”

  On a groan, I palm my face. “Should’ve gone down on ya, though. Kinda forgot that part.”

  Play slapping my chest, Kit snorts. “You’re ridiculous. You went down on me last night.”

  “Yeah. So? I fuckin’ love your pussy.” I’m addicted to it. So fuckin’ addicted.

  The minx flicks my nipple playfully. I capture her hand, so she doesn’t do it again. “I know.” She giggles all quiet and cute and shit.

  “And I fuckin’ love you even more than that,” I explain.

  She kisses my pec. “I know that too.”

  “Good. ’Cause once I recover, we’re gettin’ inked, then I’m eatin’ that pussy.” Her hand still in mine, I drag it down my chest to my dick, where I leave her to hold him instead of tormenting my nips.

  “You think so?” Nuzzlin’ her cheek against my pec, Kit massages my empty sac.

  “I know so,” I declare.

  “Ohhhhh… really?” She laughs.

  “Yeah. It’s mine.” To show her just how fuckin’ serious I am, I roll Kit onto her back, climb back between those legs, and rub my semi-hard, cum-soaked cock all over her puffy, cum-soaked pussy.

  Palming her tits, stretchin’ like an oh-so-satisfied cat, she hums in pleasure, not complaining in the least.

  “See. It’s fuckin’ mine.” I slap my piercing against her clit, and she practically purrs.

  “Oh. I do, babe. I do,” she husks.

  “Good. Now let’s get you cleaned up, tattooed, and fed.”

  “In that order?” On a groan, she stretches her arms up and dances her fingers in the grass.

  “Yes, love. In that order.”

  The softest expression morphs Kit’s face as she reaches out to cup my cheek. “Kiss me.”

  Givin’ her anything she wants, I lean over and kiss my woman, languid and full of unspoken emotions. Her heart thuds against my breastbone as I meld our bodies as one. When I pull back, just enough to look into her eyes, she smiles lopsided and endearing as always. “I’ll always be yours, Erik, and only yours.”

  Not wantin’ to go there after I just got off and all the walls are down, I swallow thickly. “I know.”

  “And nobody can ever change that.”

  Christ.

  The little boy in me rears his head back, and stares in wide-eyed wonder at the precious gem we’ve found. A woman who finds us worthy.

  Words could never express what Kit brings to my life. Not really. I could never do them justice. Actions are where I thrive. They always have been. Emotions are too goddamn messy.

  Pealing us off the ground, I gather our discarded clothes by the fire, shield my woman’s bare body from the onlookers the best I can, and escort her inside the rear of the clubhouse. The air is cool as we navigate the halls to Big’s bedroom to wash up, pull the grass bits out of my beard and from her short hair, before we redress.

  In the mirror above Big’s sink, Kit washes off her smeared makeup as I watch from the doorway, my shoulder leaning against the frame. Our gazes clash in the reflection. “Can I help you?” She blushes, not fond of bein’ the center of anyone’s attention.

  “You’re breathtaking.”

  Looking away, uncomfortable, Kit says nothing.

  “I mean it.”

  Off goes what’s left of the smokey eyeshadow with the swipe of a washrag. “I know you do.”

  “I’m really happy you let me fuck you at the bar the day we met.”

  “Me too,” she whispers to the sink.

  Not wantin’ to get too mushy for both our sakes, I remain quiet, contemplative, as Kit finishes cleaning up. When she’s through, she turns around, looks me up and down to make sure I’m not a mess, then steps up to me. Her front against mine. Head tilted back to look at my face, she tugs on my beard. I grin, angling my head down to give her what she wants without bein’ asked.

  She comes in first, dropping a simple kiss upon my lips. Sweet. Just enough to tide us over, for now. Until later. Ya know, when I have time to say hello again, to all the parts of her anatomy. Especially the one my mouth neglected tonight. Don’t worry, he’ll make up for his lapse in judgment.

  Taking her hand into my own, I dust a final piece of grass from Kit’s short hair before departing Big’s bedroom.

  In the infirmary, Jade and Pixie await us. They’re chatting on stools as we enter. Knowin’ Pix has my stencil ready, I take the steel chair next to her as Kit drops next to Jade to discuss their options.

  Together, on our wedding day, I watch my woman get inked as I think about what my life might look like had she not shown up that day, at the gate.

  The pain in my finger is nothing compared to the pain I felt when I thought I might have lost her before we even had time to know one another.

  My wedding band is black and gray, interwoven with a thin red line—Celtic in style. Three strands—one for me, one for her, and one for our son. A symbol of our family and what it means to have them in my life forever. Even if we missed over two decades together, they’re here now.

  Lying flat on the steel infirmary table, Kit gets a tattoo on her hip as the music from the party outside serenades us.

  Pix finishes my ink first, gives it a good wipe down, and a coating in cocoa butter to heal. I join Kit when I’m through. Head lolling to the side, she looks over to me, wearing the softest, most serene look I’ve ever seen on her face. She holds out her hand to me, and I weave our fingers together as Jade continues to draw onto flesh.

  “What’cha gettin’, love?” I ask.

  Jade pulls back long enough for me to see. My stomach dips at the sight, and my expression must turn some sorta way when Kit’s voice rises with concern. “Babe?”

  She. Wow. I didn’t expect that.

  I massage my breastbone.

  “Babe?” Kit repeats.

  On Kit’s hip, Jade’s tattooing a sucker. A Dum Dum, like the ones we share. On the white stick is our wedding date.

  I’m speechless.

  Unable to say anything with tangible words, in fear I’m gonna get choked up when I don’t wanna do that shit, I lean down and drop the softest of kisses on my old lady’s mouth. She hums in satisfaction. When I pull back, Kit watches me to makes sure I’m alright.

  “I think he likes it.” Her hand squeezes mine, and I squeeze it right back in confirmation.

  I don’t like it. I fuckin’ love it.

  “Of course, he does,” comes from Jade, watching me watch her handiwork.

  A knock sounds at the infirmary door. Through the window, the wild mane of Kai is visible.

  “Yeah?” I call out.

  “Can I come in?”

  “Yes,” Kit replies for me.

  Pullin’ the door open, yet not stepping inside, Kai gives me a hardened look I’ve seen a million times before.