“Val, you should be relieved he’s on his way home. What’s with your shitty mood?”
“Fucking Vitale. He’s up to something, I can feel it.”
“Okay,” I answer, just to let him know I’m listening. Val’s always been like that, but we all need our own versions of reassurance. The stunning woman under me is evidence of that.
“Is Layne with you?”
“Val, what’s going on?” I sit up, picking up on his worries. “You know she’s super safe. He can’t get her.”
“He’s up to something,” he repeats, and I can hear Matteo saying something in the background, but the radio is on in the car and the windows are down. “He wants to see us before the wedding dinner, insisting we be there before the other guests arrive. Sounds suspicious as fuck to me.”
“Yeah, well, he’s always up to something, but does it matter? We’re ready. As a pack, we are, and every minute, our connection with our wife gets better too.” I look down at her and see the way she melts as another of her doubts get extinguished. “Back to the most important thing—Layne is with me and she’s amazing.”
Valentine makes a noise in his throat, and then he starts thinking so hard, I hear it as easily as I hear the song on theradio. I nearly go back to kissing Layne, but Valentine probably knows that too and interrupts the moment. “Do you think she’ll be up for going out tonight?”
“Strange, considering you just said Vitale’s up to some shady shit, but I like the way you think,” I answer, and I do like the way he thinks. If we’re out and about, having a good time and ruling our world the way we want, it will be as obvious a sign as him setting up a meeting before our dinner. “Val, we’re still one step ahead of him and always will be. Everything is ready to go. Our people are loyal and they’re ready.”
Valentine exhales noisily. I’d put money on him wiping a hand down his face.
“Let’s take our wife dancing. Maybe see who can make her come the fastest, buy her some cocktails until she’s buzzed, and do some underhanded business that hurts Vitale’s bottom line,” I suggest, and I can hear him talking with Matteo about the idea.
“Sounds good. I’ll make some calls.” He hangs up before I can get in another word.
I drop my phone and pull Layne close again.
“We’re going out?” She looks so fucking innocent.
“We are. Now, do you want to go out knowing you’re going to come, or do you want to go out knowing you already have?”
The little spitfire taps her finger on her chin before she shimmies out of her gym shorts and hands them over.
“These seem unnecessary now. Why give them back to me?”
“I don’t know. You could tie my hands back or something,” she suggests sweetly, her eyes dilating, making them look like deep pools of caramel.
“What else were you thinking I could do?” I ask, stretching her arms back and doing exactly as she said. Her hands are clasped together, and the knot I used is super cumbersome, but it’s the thought.
“I’ll leave it to you.”
“Yeah, why’s that?”
“I trust you.”
“You do? Or are you saying what you think I want to hear?”
“Hmm, it seems this guy I met keeps pushing me to be better. He spoils me with his time, he’s got this incredible vibe, and he smells fucking tasty. I’m going to trust myself some more when it comes to him. Mostly.” She laughs.
And between the gym and now, I’m about to lick out a woman who’s figuring her shit out. There’s nothing more attractive. Although, that’s complete bullshit, since everything about her turns me on.
Flipping her over, so she’s up on all fours, I guide her hands to the bed frame and use the T-shirt I discarded earlier into a makeshift restraint that secures her in place. If she wanted, she could get out of it, but escaping is not what this is about.
Climbing off the bed, I reach over to grab my phone before sitting behind her.
“Look at this.” I lower myself to drag my tongue through her glistening folds. Her pussy is pink from all our bumping and grinding. “Just a quick taste, so I can focus. I need some before and after photos. That's okay, right, Layne? Can I take photos of your very pretty cunt?”
Her body goes from loose and relaxed to like I’m holding a live wire to her skin. A soft moan all but confirms I can. I use my fingers to spread her wide.
“Gonna send Val a quick Facetime of you getting ready,” I say, watching the way her body moves. Valentine answers, his hello getting lost when he sees what I’m doing.
