And here they are yet again, at a gala set up to honor veterans. Squabbling and arguing as a family does. No, I never imagined myself ever experiencing anything remotely close to this. And it’s all thanks to my beautiful attorney.
“Let’s dance,” I tell my wife, pushing back my seat and extending a hand to her. She smiles, her cheeks flushing pink as she takes my hand and gets up as well.
“Is that an excuse to escape my dad?” she asks once we’re on the dance floor and swinging to the low jazz played by the live band.
“No,” I say hoarsely into her ear, grinning when I feel her shudder. “I just wanted a moment with my lovely wife. You look stunning tonight, baby.”
“So do you,” she whispers when I run a hand seductively down her back. “I’ll never get enough of seeing you in your military outfit. And with all these medals…I can’t believe I’m married to the best sharpshooter.”
I hum, leaning down and nibbling her neck. I can never seem to get enough of her either. “No one will try to play with you. Not if they don’t want to end up with a bullet between their eyes.”
“Trigger!” She smacks my shoulder playfully. “You can’t say that in public. I don’t want to spend the weekend explaining to people that my husband isn’t some dangerous psycho who’s obsessed with his wife.”
I nibble her ear and pull her flush against me so she can feel my erection. “But Iama dangerous psycho who’s obsessed with his wife.”
“Trigger, stop it,” she whimpers when I nip her earlobe, dropping my hand dangerously close to her ass. “We’re in public.”
Christ, I want her. Now. Right this second. My cock aches, as it often does when she’s in the same room as me, and tonight she’s a luscious temptation. Attracting more than just my attention. Oh, I’ve noticed the lustful looks she’s been getting in her sexy red dress that hugs her figure like a glove.
Maeve has always been gorgeous—I thought so when we first met—but something changed after she had our son. If I couldn’t keep my hands to myself before, I’m now a slave to her needs, wanting her even after our lovemaking.
“Okay, enough,” she pants, pushing back from my arms before I can stop her. She must see the look on my face because she grabs my hand and I let her lead me off the dance floor and to the side. “Do you have any idea how you look right now?”
I grin. “Tell me.”
She visibly swallows, looking around to make sure no one’s watching us. “You look like you’re one second away from fucking me on the dance floor.”
“I want you.”
“Now? You can’t be serious.” She shakes her head, but I read amusement on her face. “I’ll give you a moment to get rid of that before we head back to our table,” she says, nodding down to my erection, but I notice the way her eyes linger before she shakes her head and looks away. “I’ll…um, I need to use the bathroom. Don’t even think of following me there, Trigger.”
It’s a warning I don’t intend to follow, but I wait until she’s disappeared before following her. I grin when I spot the coat closet, opening it to make sure there’s enough room in it before slipping in. I wait five minutes before I hear my wife heading my way, and once I’m sure it’s her, I open the door and pull her into the closet before she can make a sound. I crowd her against the door, pressing my front to her back as I lean in to kiss her neck.
“Shhh, it’s me,” I rasp into her ear, pushing her hair to the side so I have more access to her skin. “Stay still and let me touch you, baby.”
She moans when I slide my hand beneath her dress and caress the back of her knees before caressing my way up her thighs. “Trigger—”
“Couldn’t wait any longer, not after the way everyone in there was watching you in that dress,” I breathe, licking a path down her neck and feeling her shiver against me. “Wanted to tell them all they stand no fucking chance around my woman.”
She stiffens. “You’re jealous?”
“Damn right I am,” I say, teasing her sex over her thong. “You looked so goddamn sexy tonight, baby, drawing attention from every corner of the room.”
“I only saw you.” She whimpers when I slide her thong to the side and slick my thumb over her wetness. She’s wet, her folds sodden with arousal. “I only ever see you.”
“Damn right,” I hiss, biting her earlobe. “And I could have stared at you all night. You know watching you makes me so hard, baby.” She jolts hard when I slide my finger into her, moaning when I start thrusting slowly in and out of her wetness. “Just had to get my cock into this creamy little pussy before the night was over.”
“God,” she chokes out, dropping her forehead on the door as I work my thick digit in and out of her tight hole, fucking her fast and hard until her legs are trembling and her muted cries fill the space.
“I need to be inside you now,” I say thickly, and she whines when I pull out my finger. I work fast to unzip my pants and take my cock out, stroking fast before driving the aching tool into my wife’s snug sex.
“So tight,” I growl, pulling out and slamming back into her. “I can’t wait to fill your tight pussy with my load.” I wrap an arm around her waist and hold her up as I hammer into her, the door rattling with every fevered thrust. “You’ll be leaking my cum when we walk back to the ballroom and every man in there will know that they can’t have you. Not unless they want to die.”
“Oh God,” she sobs as I pin her to the door, every thrust forcing her breasts to brush against wooden panels and she whimpers at the friction.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I rasp into her ear, sucking on her neck as I pound into her like a feral beast. She’s so beautiful,the way she opens up for me, taking my cock in her wet pussy, clenching around me like it was made for me. “I want to hear you say it!”
“Trigger—”
