He wanted her to remember him as more than a man who could skip out on foreplay, take or leave the pillow talk. He wanted to be more than a man she called out as her Master or Sir. He wanted to be her lover for life, her greatest love, and her husband.
“Marry me,” he whispered against her lips.
“Marry you?” she asked, breaking the connection completely.
“Yes, Julie,” he assured her. “I know I’m not much in the way of romance, but I love you. I know I can make you happy. I want to be your husband. I want you to be my wife.”
She stared at him with questioning eyes. “I don’t think you mean that, Hank.”
“Have you ever known me to say something I didn’t mean?”
A moment of silence passed. “Have you discussed this with Duke?”
“No,” he admitted. “This isn’t about Duke. It’s about me and you.”
“And Duke is usually in bed with us. Don’t you think we should discuss this with him?”
“I expect you to marry him, too.”
“Hank, you know we can’t do that.”
“Sure we can. We’ll find someone who’ll marry us and keep the ceremony private. Back in the good old days, we could’ve done it and gotten by with it.”
“They would’ve hung us out on the prairie, Hank.”
“No, we would’ve moved in together, and no one would’ve asked questions. They would’ve assumed we were married, and Duke just hit hard times and had to move in with us.”
“Why are we talking about the Wild West right now at this moment?”
He framed her face and dropped his lips to hers, showering her with the kind of kiss he thought a woman might like to have. He took his time with the kiss, licking at her lips, pecking them before he assaulted them. But when he finally gave her a bruising smooch, he made the effort count.
Towering over her, he fed her his tongue and his cock simultaneously, pushing inside her with long, hard strokes. He placed his elbows on either side of her head and stared into her eyes as they made love. And if the moisture dotting the corners of her eyes was any indication, she enjoyed him thrust for thrust, grind for grind.
* * * *
Duke watched the way their bodies moved. He’d never seen Hank like this before, and he suspected if Hank had stopped and looked up right then, he might have changed the way he made love to Julie.
Hank wasn’t a softy. He generally was more interested in what he could get out of the deal rather than what he had to offer the woman in his bed. His motto? Get in, get off, and get out. And that’s the way he generally took a woman, particularly the submissive women they’d shared.
Even though Duke always realized Hank loved Julie like he’d never love another, he’d often worried about their relationship. Julie needed more from him.
Julie needed this.
Hank rolled to his back and Duke watched as Julie sat atop him. Her curls bounced down her back as she rode him, her knees pressing against his thighs as she worked after that most fulfilling ride.
“More, Sir,” she whimpered.
Bracketing his arms around her waist, Hank pulled her toward him and kissed her nipples, placing a peck on one and then the other before licking their shape.
Julie’s head fell over her shoulders. “More, Hank. Oh please, go deeper. Go harder.”
He gripped her hips and ground against her, thrusting inside her, pounding the hell out of her sweet, hot pussy. Duke shoved his hand down his pants and pulled his own cock as he watched Hank fuck her.
Dying to interrupt them, he knew better than to spoil this moment. At the same time, he couldn’t help but be a little envious, and not because he was, at that moment, on the outside looking in, but rather because he understood what it was like to fuck the beautiful little vixen.
Duke pressed his thumb to his slit, dragging the pad over the opening until he swore aloud. Julie jerked and Hank smirked. “Get your hand out of your pants and come over here and join us.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, stripping as he walked. “I was under the impression this may have been a private party.”