Steele (Arizona Vengeance 9)

Her bedroom door is partially open with the glow of light peeking out. I step inside, glancing at the wire kennel on her floor.

Empty.

Lucy is sound asleep on her bed with her new dog curled into her side. He lifts his head, blinks sleepily at me, then lays it back down on her chest.

He’s not a puppy. In fact, the volunteer didn’t have a lot of information on him, but the vet who checked him out estimated his age was somewhere in the five-year range.

To mine and Ella’s surprise, after playing with the puppies and walking the rows of cages, Lucy decided on adopting an older dog, who was frankly… unadoptable. He’d been at the shelter for almost six months. I can honestly say he’s the ugliest dog I’ve ever seen.

Lucy named him Tramp, and his fur is all wiry and stiff. Half an ear is missing, presumably from a fight on the streets before he was brought in, and somehow his tail had gotten broken and mended at an odd angle halfway down.

It was instant love between Lucy and this gremlin of an animal, and she insisted he was the one.

While it was probably a risk bringing home a dog that had spent a lot of time on the streets fending for itself, then another several months locked in the cage, I knew from his soulful brown eyes that he was the one for my daughter.

Lucy couldn’t have made a better choice, and it warmed my heart to see her choose the underdog.

No pun intended.

I move to the side of her bed, lean over, and kiss her forehead lightly so as not to wake her, then scratch the top of Tramp’s head. He opens one eye to look, and I swear his mouth curves into a smile before he falls asleep.

Turning the light out, I move downstairs and into the master bedroom.

I grin when I find Ella in a sexy pose in the middle of our bed. She has on a lacy red bustier that does fantastic things to her breasts, along with sheer panties that let me see plenty of the heaven between her legs.

Faking a yawn, I move to the dresser to take off my watch. “Sorry, babe. Not interested. It’s been a long day.”

She snorts behind me, and I hear her roll off the bed.

Slowly, I turn to face her. She stares back with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “So be it,” she purrs, then starts to unlace the bustier at the front. “I’ll just need to get out of this as it’s uncomfortable as hell.”

I’m transfixed as with every lace that’s pulled out her tits expand until they break free. The corset falls to the floor, and now my wife stands there in nothing but those see-through red panties.

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you before I put some clothes on?” she asks. It’s a stupid question as I was tempted the minute I walked in the room. There’s no doubt I’m going to fuck her tonight, but I enjoy this little game.

I shrug as if I’m not sure.

“Because,” she replies in a husky voice. Her hand slides down her belly, dips into the edge of her panties, then pushes downward. “I’m feeling a bit needy.”

Christ… she’s a siren, and because those panties are so sheer, I can see exactly what she’s doing between her legs with her fingers. Her head falls back, and she moans.

I’m on her in a flash, picking her up and tossing her to the bed. I come down on top of her, my mouth fusing with hers in a searing kiss. She squirms under me, pushing her hands between our bodies to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. My hand goes between her legs, inches under the crotch of those panties, and finds her wet and lush for me.

Once she has me in her hand, there’s simply no time for me to get naked. With words and undulations and a firm pull on my cock, I’m jerking the crotch of her panties to the side and slamming into her.

Ella lets out a scream of pleasure, and my hand immediately clamps down on her mouth. I can see her grinning even though it’s just her eyes visible as they’re squinted and creased at the edges.

“Can’t have you waking up the kid and dog,” I growl. “And because this might be a little rough and a lot fast, I’m just going to keep my hand right here, okay?”

She nods enthusiastically, snaking her hand back down between our bodies so she can play with her clit. Fuck, I love how much she enjoys sex and pleasure. She has no inhibitions.

I pull out, slam back in, and wonder briefly if my zipper is digging into her skin. When her other hand settles on my ass to urge me to go harder, I don’t give it another thought.