“Do I need to remind you what I can do to you, ReRe?”
I shake my head although I’m leaning in for a kiss. He bites his lip but denies me. Pushing away from the locker, he announces that he’ll be showering here. He strips as he goes, showing me his naked back and ass before disappearing into the stall.
“Go home,” he tells me. “I’ll see you after my shower.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Jagger
So,Karessa wants to play. I smile to myself, happy for the distraction as I park my car. It’s obvious I’ve been going too easy on her if she thinks flirting with Nikolai was going to get her anywhere but spanked. I feel a bubble of excitement as I consider all the ways to punish my crazy little princess. The first part is already in play. Dick deprivation. The thought of making her beg has my dick excited. Whistling, I exit the elevator to find her standing in the living room wearing skin-tight jeans, stilettos, and a crop top. Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail and she has a light application of makeup.
Her expression is the most arousing part. The look of concern that I’ll be mad gives me life. The fear in her eyes feeds the part of me I think she needs to meet. Slowly, I put my gym bag on the ground without dropping eye contact. Karessa shifts uncomfortably.Good.
As my wife, she needs to understand that I’m the center of her universe, the sundoesrise and set by my ass, and that I’m above everything else because that is the kind of attention she’ll get from me. I will consume her. She shifts her weight again as she chews on her bottom lip. Her nervousness is an aphrodisiac.
The elevator dings and reveals her sisters.Even better.Imala and Esme enter with their greetings but Karessa is still staring at me. My smile widens but I turn to her sisters.
“Sisters! Come give your brother a hug.”
Imala leans in first, I pull her to my chest. The innocence bounces off of her like a beacon. I can tell why that cheesing fucker Wyn has a thing for her. She asks if my head is okay and I nod. Esme rolls her eyes but gives in when I give her a pointed look. I married the right sister because Esme and I would be crazy together. She’d continue to try me and I’d have so much fun breaking her. I squeeze her tighter than necessary since she’s a pain in the ass. Esme inhales sharply and I push her away. Little asshole.
“I’m glad you’re okay, crazy,” Esme says as she moves out of my reach.
I wink at Esme and tilt my head while looking at Karessa. “Sister day. That’s cute.”
She wants to respond but doesn’t know how. It’s okay, she’ll be hoarse later. Pulling out my phone I text the backup fucker.
Me: You’re on deck, bitch. Let’s go.
Wyn: No, I’m not. I didn’t make plans with you.
Me: We have plans now. Possibly most of the day.
Wyn: Ew. Just go sit on Oran’s couch.
I take a picture of Imala’s profile while she’s telling Karessa something about the book they’ve just read. The same book I read to her. I refrain from telling them the ending was stupid because that would require engaging. I send Wyn the picture.
Me: You’re right. I can stay here and chat.
Wyn: Meet me at B bar, bitch.
Me: On the way, asshole.
“Jag?”
Look who’s found their voice.
“Kar?”
She wants to roll her eyes but she’s smart enough not to do that today.
“Did you hear anything I said?”
“Nope,” I tell her, making the p pop.
She purses her lips then repeats herself. “I said I can stay-”
“No need. I interrupt her. Have fun with your sisters.” I turn to the elevator but she stops me by calling my name. I respond with a command. “Come give your husband a kiss goodbye.”
