“Who is Armand?” Courtney asks, her expression shell-shocked.
“Oh, he’s our chef,” Starling says.
“You have…” Coughing again, Courtney tries and fails to hide her sneer. “A chef?”
“Another gift,” Starling says. “I’m so lucky.” Turning, she flashes me an eye roll, then forces a smile back to her face as she looks back to Courtney.
Barely pausing for long enough for Courtney to get a word in, Starling talks incessantly, boasting about our home, our life, and our many vacations until her coffee and muffin are gone. “I’m so happy that we ran into you,” she says, pushing out of my lap and making grabby hands at Courtney until she stands too. The moment she’s upright, Starling hooks their arms together and drags her away from the table, waiting for me to follow and for our convoy of security to surround us. Once we’re all encased in the circle of guards, Starling starts walking again, chattinganimatedly as she tows the bitch who’s dared to try to threaten us toward the valet station.
The moment Courtney is safely ensconced inside our security’s SUV, Starling lets the spoiled princess act fall away and slumps in her seat. “Jesus, being peppy and vapid is exhausting.”
Throwing my head back, I laugh. “Little Bird, I love you so much,” I tell her as we pull away from campus and turn toward home.
“We need Clay to get to our house so he can do his thing and clone her cell or whatever. I want to know how they contact each other and what they say. But first, I want her to see what she’s never going to get. Then we can decide how to ruin her life.”
“Little Bird, you’re the perfect fucking psycho. I’m going to enjoy putting a baby in you later tonight. But first, take those shorts off and spread your legs.”
Blinking, she pauses for only a second before she unfastens the button on her shorts and pushes them down her thighs until they slip to her ankles.
“Panties too.”
Her panties slip down next, leaving her perfect pussy bare to my eyes.
“Push your fingers inside your cunt and make yourself come.”
“What if someone sees?” she questions, her breathy voice belying her pretense at concern.
“Then we’ll ruin them too,” I growl, struggling to keep my attention on the road as she smiles, then slips her fingers between her legs and starts to finger fuck herself.
I barely see the road as her fingers move between her thighs, and my dick hardens until I’m on the verge of losing control and ruining my pants.
“Are you close?” I growl.
“I don’t know,” she pants, turning to look at me with wild eyes.
“Perhaps you need a little motivation. If you don’t make yourself come before we get home, then you’ll have to wait until tonight when I fuck my baby into you. I’ll keep you on edge for the rest of the day, but I won’t let you come until it’s on my dick.”
Like my threat was the motivation she needed, she comes with a cry, throwing her head back, and letting the sound of her pleasure fill the car.
“Fuck, Little Bird,” I growl, reaching down and squeezing my dick until it hurts. Reaching over, I grab her hand, dragging it from inside of her and pulling her fingers into my mouth, sucking the arousal from her skin. Laving her fingers with my tongue, I lick every drop of her flavor off until all I can taste is her.
“Get dressed before I pull over and fuck you,” I growl. “But when we get home, excuse yourself to the bathroom, then bend over the counter and wait for me. I want you full of my cum while you show that bitch how fucking perfect our life is.”
The scent of sex fills my nose as we wait for the gates to open and drive into the private estate that houses all of our homes. A part of me wishes that Courtney was in our car with us, just to see the look on her face. But the SUV behind us has internal cameras, so we can watch later.
Following the road around to our house, I park the car in the driveway, then kill the engine. Climbing out, I open Starling’s door and pull her to her feet. Claiming her lips, I kiss her roughly, forcing my tongue into her mouth and sharing the taste of her orgasm with her.
I don’t pay attention to anything but her, and by the time I finally free her, Courtney and a clearly amused James are waiting behind us.
Flushed a little pink, her pupils dilated and lips swollen, Starling sways a little as I step to the side, revealing my ruffled wife to the serpent we’re bringing into our home.
“Come on, Court, let me show you around,” Starling says, reaching for Courtney and towing her excitedly toward the front door.
“Sir,” James says, making me pause as I start to move forward to follow Starling.
Turning, I wait for him to say anything, but his eyes slide to the retreating backs of the ladies before they move back to me.
“Sir, I know it might not be my place to comment, but Ms. Ortega…” He pauses. “I remember an altercation between Mrs. Lockwood and her a few years back. She said some things to Mrs. Lockwood that almost had me breaking cover and stepping in.”
