As for my secret, legal marriage to Coby, Ocean bribed a judge to seal the record, so no one would ever find proof of it either. If anyone ever went digging, we could simply say there must have been some mix-up at the court.
Word had gotten around about our unconventional relationship, so there had been plenty of whispers, but no one dared let the new Boss of theFolahear them. People were far more scandalized by the undoing of Malcolm Kilpatrick and the fact that Ocean had left him alive to wish he were dead.
Malcolm would live to break the vicious cycle he promised Ocean would continue with his own son one day.
So Ocean chose another path. He chose to keep him alive, but it was far from an act of mercy.
It was unheard of for a former Boss to survive his succession, and it left us all vulnerable to Malcolm seizing control again, so after the attack, Ocean had plucked out his father’s remaining eye, cut out his tongue, and taken out his ears so that the man could never see, speak, or hear anything ever again.
Malcolm Kilpatrick became nothing more than a brutal reminder of the past.
Effie wasdelighted.
“My feet are killing me,” Coby groaned as soon as we climbed inside the Bentley Mulsanne, this one a grand limo. She kicked off her white heels and wiggled her freshly pedicured toes at Ocean. She already knew not to point them my way. Wife or not, bestie or not, I didn’t do feet. Ocean chivalrously took Coby’s small foot in his hand and began massaging it. “Are we really spending our honeymoon on a yacht?” she asked him, then perked a brow. “Just how rich are you?”
I raised my brows in interest while Ocean laughed. “Rich enough to buy your own if you like,” he offered smoothly.
Coby giggled, and then the two of us made eye contact. When I nodded, she pulled her foot from his grip and climbed into his lap. “We don’t give a shit how much money you have. We just want you.” Coby pulled his shirttail out of his pants and slowly began undoing the buttons.
“We’ll be at the docks soon,” Ocean weakly protested when she started dry-humping him. He responded by thrusting his hips up, fucking her back through their clothes.
“Then you better make us both come fast,” I told him.
Ocean’s heated gaze became even more intense when he saw I was already shedding my wedding dress. It was a short, tight, strapless, asymmetrical dress with a long side train.
It looked fucking fire on me, especially with my hips, which weren’t as wide as before I started training with Abel, but I still had most of my curves, thank God. I was just a lot more toned now. My dress, however, had pissed Ocean off so much when he discovered just how tight it was around my middle that he cursed me out for twenty minutes straight.
Knowing he didn’t get to fuck me in them often, I kept my heels on.
Coby climbed off Ocean’s lap and knelt between his legs, loosening his belt buckle while Ocean’s lips sought mine. I met him halfway for a kiss that was all tongue and very little inhibition.
It was the kind fueled by passion alone, without technique or thought. It was about leaving a mark and giving as much of yourself as possible while using only this small part of you.
Ocean groaned, and I knew Coby had him in her mouth now.
Breaking the kiss to watch, I snuck my hand between my thighs while Ocean was distracted by Coby’s pink lips stretching to accommodate him. Our husband was palming the back of her head, and she was eagerly bobbing her head up and down in his lap, slowing here and there to take him deeper down her throat.
“God, wife,” I moaned. My hips lifted from the seat as I played with my pussy. “You look so fucking sexy. You’re going to make me come.”
Unable to stand watching anymore, I climbed off the seat to join her.
In tune with one another, Coby released him with a pop, her brown eyes glossy and a long wet strand of saliva and pre-cum connecting them for half a second more before she wiped it away. I quickly replaced her mouth with my own, feeling his hands in my hair next as I deep-throated him.
“Goddamn,” Ocean moaned. “Suck that dick, baby.”
I heard the rustle of clothing, and then Coby returned. Back and forth, we took turns being choked by our man’s dick. It was Coby’s turn when Ocean finally lost control and came, spilling his load in her mouth.
Releasing him, she immediately turned to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her closed lips hard against mine until I parted them for Ocean’s cum. I could feel some of the thick fluid transferring to my tongue as Coby kissed me deeply, and when we eventually pulled away, I held her gaze, and she held mine as we swallowed his cum.
“Fuck.”
Coby and I looked over at Ocean and saw his hand stroking his dick. He was already hard again at the sight of us swapping his load. Releasing himself, Ocean carefully lifted me from the floor and gently laid me on the seat.
There was nothing soft or tender about what came next.
Ocean was between my thighs, throwing my legs over my shoulder and shoving inside me before I could even blink.
We held each other’s gazes as I held onto the back of my legs, holding myself open for him as he served me nothing but long, hard dick. “Please,” I choked out as he moved inside me. “Please, please, please…”
