The alley was quiet and dark, the lights from the parking lot casting shadows against the brick wall.
She stumbled slightly on the uneven concrete and muttered a curse. I caught her elbow, steadying her with one hand, even as the other itched to press her up against the brick and see how fast I could make her fall apart.
She glanced at me, chin tipped in defiance, eyes sparking like she knew exactly what I was thinking. “What do you want to lose at next, husband?”
Goddamn, I loved her sass.
I glanced around the alley. Shadowed. Creepy. The kind of place no sane man would bring the woman he wanted to worship.
Too bad I was a man on the brink.
She’d driven me wild inside. Bending over the pool table, taunting me with that lush ass hidden just beneath the flirty hem of her sundress and her insane tits damn near spilling outof the top. It was a wonder I didn’t poke someone’s eye out with the wood I’d been rocking the entire game, all thanks to my gorgeous-as-fuck wife.
We weren’t alone out here. Not really. The sounds that poured out of the front door every time it opened—music, conversation, laughter—reminded me as much. We could be caught any second.
But that only made me harder.
And from the way Willa stared at me, her eyes dark, cheeks flushed, lips parted, she was just as turned on as I was.
“I’ve got a game for us, wife.” I stepped into her, my front pressed to her back as I crowded her face first against the brick. “First one to make a sound loud enough to draw attention loses.”
Glancing at me over her shoulder, she huffed out a noise that sounded like half laugh, half warning. “Linc?—”
“Shh,” I murmured, dropping to my knees on the pavement behind her and skimming my hands up the outsides of her thighs, below the hem of her dress. “Did you wear this specifically to torment me tonight?”
“Not everything is about you, jackass,” she said, though the words came out breathy. Stuttered.
Already half gone, and I’d barely touched her.
“Well, it did.” I wrapped my hands around her upper thighs and tugged her hips back toward me.
She stumbled a bit, catching herself on the brick wall for balance. “Lincoln. We can’t do this here.”
“Would you rather I fuck you over the pool table like I thought about doing that entire game?” I flipped her skirt up, groaning low at the view presented to me—generous ass, thick hips I wanted to dig my fingers into, and a pair of white panties getting in the way of the best view of all.
White, completelysoakedpanties.
“Seriously,” she hissed, glancing down at me. “Someone’s going to?—”
“Quiet now,” I said, hooking a finger into her panties and dragging them to the side. “It’s my alone time with your pussy. She and I need to have a little chat.”
“I swear to god?—”
I cut her off with my mouth, swiping my tongue through her slit and groaning at how fucking wet she already was. My wife was a filthy little liar, pretending she didn’t want this right here, right now, when she was already rocking back against my face, whimpers and moans leaving her lips.
“Shh…” I grinned against her, sliding two fingers into her cunt and going straight for her trigger. “Don’t get us caught, baby.”
She glanced down at me, pressing her lips together and trying to stifle her sounds.
Trying and failing.
Every time the bar door creaked open, her thighs tensed, her body going rigid. But I kept right on, my tongue focused. Relentless. Desperate to get her there.
She might’ve been worried someone would walk out here, but I didn’t care if they found us like this. Me on my knees for my wife, her come dripping down my chin, her orgasm squeezing the fuck out of my fingers.
Hell, I halfwantedeveryone to see this. Just so they’d know she was mine. That she came formeand me alone.
“Linc…” she breathed, just a whisper in the night, but it made everything in me tighten, my cock jerking at the sound.
