I blink as she moves her hips, rocking them back and forth as the music continues to sound in my head. Her hair is wild and falls down her back, and as she turns, I see her round ass has a tiny yellow ribbon going down the crack.
It’s then I glance around and see the men have grown silent. Hungry looks have replaced the smiling cheerful ones that were there before. One of them is even openly rubbing his crotch as he stares. I see another lick his lips and a few of them move closer, wanting to touch her. Wanting to touch what’s mine.
Rage like I’ve never felt erupts in my chest and I see red. Adrenaline pumps in my veins as I shove them out of the way and make my way to Lainey. She smiles brightly at me and reaches her arms out as she sees me approach, but the look on my face must shock her because the smile is quickly replaced by panic.
I grab her up and throw her over my shoulder like a rag, swinging around and shouting at anyone that dares to look at her, “Close your fucking eyes! This is my wife!”
I see an open door in the back, which is where she must have come from and where her clothes must be. I stomp in that direction, feeling the old wood floor bend and creak as I go.
“Carver, honey, don’t be angry,” Lainey says from atop my shoulder.
“Angry?” I shout again. “Angry?” Is there another word for anger that means the world is going to explode, because I’m past that.
When I get inside the little room, I put her down and kick the door closed behind us. I stalk over to her and watch as she takes a few steps back, holding up her hands to try to stop me.
“This was supposed to be a fun surprise for your birthday,” she says.
“Fun? You came out of a cake practically naked and every guy in there saw it. Did you see how they looked at you? How every dick in this place got hard and ready to fuck you? Every one of them was picturing their cock sliding past that yellow ribbon and into what’s MINE.”
I reach forward, grabbing the offending material and jerking it from her pussy. Her pink lips are glistening and the fabric is wet.
“Did that turn you on? Dancing for all those men to see?”
“No!” she snaps and straightens up to her full height. “I was turned on thinking about showing off for you. It’s your birthday and I wanted to surprise you.”
I make the mistake of inhaling, and the smell of her cunt hits me. My mouth waters and some of my anger dissolves.
“I wasn’t naked. I was in something a little revealing, but I thought you’d see it and carry me out of there. I didn’t think you’d actually be angry.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and it causes one of the triangles to move, exposing a pink nipple.
“Get over here,” I order, reaching out and snatching her arm, pulling her flush with my body.
“Don’t be bossy,” she says, and I can see the playfulness in her eyes.
“Is this what you were after?” I spin her around and push her against the closed door, lifting her up so she’s almost eye level with me. “You wanted a hard fuck after that little show. Didn’t you?”
I reach down, pulling out my dripping thickness.
“Maybe,” she says defiantly and raises her chin.
“Well, you’re going to get it. Just know that every one of those roughnecks out there are listening to see what happens next. To see if they can hear how wet your cunt is when I fuck it.”
I thrust into her hard and she cries out, but not in pain. Her creamy pussy wraps around me tight and I ride her hard against the door. The sounds of sex fill the room, and she claws at my neck and shoulders. The thin boards rattle against the frame and bang out the rhythm of my cock as I fuck her.
I can hear shouts on the other side of the room, and I growl. I thrust harder, trying to stamp my ownership into her and remind myself that she’s bound to me by God and law, and none of them will change that.
“Carver!” she shouts as her pussy tightens and she comes on my dick.
The warm release flows down my length and it’s fuel on the fire. I grip her ass harder as I pound into her with full force. I grit my teeth and grunt as my release shoots from my cock hot and fast. It’s not enough to satisfy my possessive need right now, but it’s enough to hold me off until I get home.
Slowly lowering Lainey to the ground, I pull my sweat-stained shirt off my body and put it on her. It comes to her calves and covers nearly every inch of her. I look around and grab her bag from the corner and stalk back over to her.