Z pins me up against the wall right outside the hallway leading away from all the mayhem. The room is overflowing with people so no one is really paying attention to us. Z rests his hand against my dress right over my crotch. “It’s so tight, I can’t—”
Husky laughter passes my lips.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Mine.”
“Wrong answer, siren. If anyone’s taking care of you tonight, it’s me. I earned it.”
“Is that right?”
He leans in and nips my earlobe. “You know it is.”
“Can we slip away?” I ask.
He surveys the room and finally takes mercy on me, leading us down the hallway.
Inside our room, he snaps on the light.
I stop in front of him and he bumps into me, gripping my hips to steady us. “Careful, siren.” His warm breath skates over my bare shoulder.
He drops one hand to my ass and gives it a gentle squeeze. I arch my back, pressing myself into his groin.
“You keep pressing your ass into me, you’re going to have my hands all over it.”
I let out a soft moan and wiggle against him even harder. A growly-rumbling eases out of him.
Feeling braver, I slide out of his hold and strut over to the nightstand. He watches with a curious expression while I pull out my “gift” to him.
“Whatcha got there?” His eyes narrow as he inspects the bottle. “Lube? Trust me, you don’t need it.”
I toss the bottle on the bed and turn around. Looking over my shoulder, I run my hands over my hips and ass. “Are you sure you can’t find some use for it?”
He bites his lip and steps closer. His hands land on my hips and he yanks me against him. My body shivers as he kisses my bare shoulder. “You said your sweet ass wasn’t open for business.”
“And then you kept trying to break in and I kind of enjoyed it.”
“Is that right?” He slides one hand over my belly, holding me in place while he slides the other one over my ass. “You want me to fuck your beautiful ass?”
I moan and nod.
“No, Lilly. I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m handing you the lube and my ass on a silver platter. What do you need me to say?”
He rumbles a growly-noise of agreement and my skin prickles in anticipation. “Tell me,” he prompts. “I need the words, Lilly.”
“I’m…open to the idea of you fucking my ass.” I glance over my shoulder and nearly burst into flames from the heat flickering in his deep blue eyes. “If you help me prepare properly to take that monster cock of yours.”
I expect him to laugh at my teasing but he squeezes one ass cheek instead. He drops his head to my shoulder and licks a path to my neck. “My pleasure.”
Burning desire for my husband to take me every which way blazes through my body. His reaction prompts me to lean over and pull something else out of the drawer. “I was going to wear it and surprise you, but it was a little more…work than I was prepared for. Plus, Trinity and Hope already helped me into the dress. I thought a butt plug might be asking too much of our friendship.”
This time, Z roars with laughter and takes the plug from my hand. “While that’s kind of hot, no one touches your ass but me.”
Exactly the kind of answer I expected from Z.
There’s a tug at the top of my dress and I realize he’s unlacing the corset top. “I’ll never get back into this, so I hope we’re done for the night.”
“We’re done out there. Not in here.”
After that, he’s quiet while he undoes all the laces. “Christ, this was a lot of work,” he mutters. “Feeling like the luckiest man alive you’d go to all this trouble for me.”
It’s so sweet that a different sort of warmth spreads over my skin. Not the burning, hot, insane need to have my husband fuck me like an animal. Something softer and fuzzier around the edges.
Finally, he gets to the zipper and my body’s on the edge of excitement while he helps me peel the dress off. “This is so fucking sexy. Promise you’ll wear it for me again.”
“Promise.”
I’m left in my sleek granny-pantyish shapewear and strapless longline bra. “Jesus, even this stuff is hot.” He slips his finger under the edge of my underwear and strokes my skin.
I cup my breasts. “I needed something to hold up the girls.”
He chuckles and unhooks the bra, slowly peeling it away from my skin. Finally, I can breathe.
Z seems to be having the opposite problem. He stares, drinking all of me in. “You’re so fucking beautiful in and out of clothes. I can’t believe you’re finally my wife.”
My heart somehow squeezes and melts at the raw honesty.
“I’m so proud to be your wife.” Maybe it’s too sappy when you consider what we’re in the middle of here, but I can’t help it. All the work Z’s done to pull this club together. Pride surged through me as I watched him work the room tonight. I saw the respect each one of the brothers has for him.
“And I’m lucky to have you. Now, let’s get these off.” He hooks his fingers in my underwear and slowly drags them down my legs, kneeling before me.
He strokes his fingers from the back of my knee to my inner thighs. “Look at you,” he rasps. “You want this, huh? Look how wet you are. All down your thighs.”
Heat races over my skin.
He traces the same path with his tongue, using his hands to wedge my legs open wider so he can tease my clit until I gasp. I grab a fistful of his hair and sway on my feet.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers. “Are you nervous?”
“A little,” I confess. “And really fucking horny.”
Another feral grin lights up his face. “I love that.”
He stands and curls his fingers around mine, tugging me toward the bathroom. “Let’s take a bath.”
Confused and not pleased about the loss of his tongue on my clit, I ask, “Do you think I’m dirty?”
“Fuck no.” His lips quirk but I can’t tell if it’s in amusement or irritation. “I want you relaxed.” Another twitch at the corner of his mouth tells me he’s teasing. “It won’t be easy taking my—as you put it—monster cock in your tight little ass.”
My stomach flutters. I love his filthy mouth. “I bet an orgasm would’ve helped with that.”
He swats my butt. “I’m sure it will.”
We cross the threshold and I scan him from head to boots. “You’re not even a little undressed.”
“This is all about you, siren.” He nods to the tub. “We haven’t even had a chance to enjoy this yet.”
“I never pegged you for the bathtub and candles type.”
He spreads his arm wide and searches the bathroom. “You see any candles in here?”
Laughing, I shove him toward the tub. He leans over and adjusts the taps. A powerful stream of steaming water thunders into the spacious tub.
“Oh! I think I have a bath bomb with me.” I stop searching through my overnight cosmetics bag. “That won’t be too girly for you, will it?”
“I’m man enough to handle a bath bomb.”
I finally find it and set it next to the tub.
“Go ahead and get in,” he urges after testing the water.
“Aren’t you joining me?”
“Yup. Give me a few minutes.”
Once I’m settled, he tosses in the bathbomb and plants a kiss on my neck. “Get cozy. I’ll be right back.”
“I don’t know about cozy.” I tip my head toward the faucet. “I’m about to hump that water stream in about two seconds.”
He shackles his hand around my wrist, drawing my attention to him. “Don’t you dare. Every part of you—including your orgasms are mine tonight. Understand?”
Fuck. Me.
Close to coming—from the raw possession in his voice—I can only nod.
“Good.”
He stalks out of the bathroom.
What the hell did I unleash tonight?
Ch
apter Forty-Four
Z
“You bring any other toys?” I call to Lilly. If not, I swear to fuck I’ll call Murphy and ask if Heidi’s got any of the toys she sells on the side with her tonight.
“Uh, a small bullet vibe. In the nightstand.”
She doesn’t even finish the sentence before I yank the drawer and find the small white travel case inside. I’ve noticed it at the house, but never bothered to open it. Mistake on my part. I would’ve had some fun with this a lot sooner.
I plug it in to make sure it’s charged for later and return to the bathroom.
Christ, she’s fucking sexy. And she wants me to fuck her ass. Even brought her own tools for the job.
I undress and nudge her forward. “You going to let me in?”
She scoots up and pulls the drain, letting some of the water out.
The scent of eucalyptus, lemon, and something earthy hits my nose and she turns on the hot water again. “I expected something a little girlier smelling from you.”
“Like what? Cheap strawberries and rose-scented baby powder?”
“Shit, I think you just described the locker room at Crystal Ball.”
Her shoulders shake with laughter. “I’m insulted.”
“Whatever it is, I like it.” I settle my hands on her shoulders and knead my thumbs into the knots at the base of her neck. “Tense tonight?”
“A little.” She sighs and, after a few minutes, finally relaxes.
I work my hands down lower, pressing my fingers into her hips. I lean in and kiss her shoulder. “What made you plan all this tonight?”