“Ope, there’s my brother. He’s my ride.” Tinsley points in the other direction.
“That is not your brother.”
“I’m trying to end this conversation. It’s my birthday. You have to call a girl out?” Tinsley huffs at me. Now this is the Tinsley I’m used to.
“Yeah.” Kindred smacks my chest in solidarity.
“All right, that’s assaulting an officer on top of indecent exposure,” I tell my wife.
“See, so adorable.” Tinsley shakes her head but perks up when one of her friends pulls her back to the dance floor.
“We going to handle this the easy or the hard way?” I ask my wife, getting back to the task very much at hand.
“Hmmm.” She puts her index finger to her cheek as though she’s thinking it over. “How about a little bit of both?” She gives me that mischievous smile of hers that I love so much. I reach down, adjusting my cock that’s been hard since I laid eyes on her. “Hey, now that’s indecent.”
Now she’s eyeing my dick. I'm going to give her a personal view of it, but she's going to be on her knees. When she licks her lips, I’m done for. She did that shit deliberately, and I know she’s ready to call it a night. At the bar, at least. We’re far from done.
“You want indecent, Cupcake?” I don't wait for her to answer. I stand, tossing a handful of bills onto the bar, not having a clue what their tab is, but that should cover it.
"Don't be throwing my money around like that. I could—" I end her little rant, tossing her over my shoulder, my hand going down on her ass in a slight smack.
I wanted to spank her, but I also wanted to prevent her from flashing her panties to the bar. I let my wife get away with a lot of shit, but anyone seeing parts only meant for me isn't happening unless you have an MD in gynecology.
"Someone call a lawyer!" Kindred shouts. No one does anything because they’re used to this. It's not the first, second, or even third time I have hauled my wife out of here or other places in this town. “You didn’t read me my rights!”
“You don’t have any.” I smack her ass again, for good measure.
"Ope! There he is! Knew he’d show up.” My wife sounds smug about this. I have to slightly turn to see where she is trying to point, and that's when I see Pierce Harte, the new lawyer that's been hanging around.
I keep going, carrying her out to the cruiser and sitting her inside. "Can I turn on the lights?"
"No." I shut the door, but I see her wiggling across the center console and flipping them on, nonetheless as I get back into the driver’s side. "You're really working up your punishment." I put her back into her seat and try to put her seat belt on, buttryis the key word because she keeps copping feels. "You brought this on yourself," I tell her.
"Obviously," I hear her say, but I'm back out of the vehicle going around. I pull my wife out, and in a matter of seconds, I get her cuffed. "You did not just do that!" I pick her up and put her right back in her seat and pull the seat belt on.
"I should do this more often." She snaps her teeth at me, almost getting my nose. Fuck, I love her.
“Wait until I get these cuffs off.” Kindred is wiggling around in her seat next to me. It makes her skirt bunch up, giving me a nice view of her silky black panties.
“You’ll what?” I ask, reaching over between her thighs. She snaps them shut, but I easily push them back open. “I only want a peek.”
“Cash.” A low whimper leaves her as I pull them to the side.
“No way I can make it all the way home before I get a piece of that.”
“You’re a filthy pig.”
“That’s just mean.” I leave the panties pushed to the side, starting up my cruiser to head toward the station.
“I didn’t mean pig like a cop, and you know it.” Kindred is really wiggling around now. “You know what? I did. Pig all around.” When she starts oinking at me, I almost lose it. “Are these cuffs fuzzy?” She stops wiggling.
“Pink too.” I pull into the station parking lot. It’s dead out this late. The whole town shut down but the diner and bar.
“I love pink,” she mutters to herself with a slight slur. I’m already out of the cruiser and coming around to collect my wife. I toss her over my shoulder again.
“I love pink too,” I tell her. I'm carrying her inside before I stop and relock the door and set the lock at the very top too. I am the only one with a key to that lock, which I might have installed a few days ago. I can’t have anyone interrupting what’s been long overdue for this wife of mine.
"You're talking about my vagina, aren't you?" That one took her a few seconds, but she's had more than a few drinks tonight. I hurl one of her words back at her.
