Vik’s hips push against my ass—the only reason I haven’t slumped to the floor—as his cock pulses his release in time with the thudding beat of my heart.
It’s quiet, save for our heavy breaths and the slow return of the music through the door I’d tuned out. The fact that I have to stand on legs that feel like Jell-O and walk back out there like I didn’t just get my shit cracked like a glow stick, should make for an interesting departure.
“Come on, let’s go home.”
Nothing ever prepares you for that split second of longing when your man pulls out from your pussy after a great fuck. But I feel his release escape and start to slip down my leg. Squealing, I reach for a paper towel, but before I can wrap my fingers around one to clean myself off, Vik takes the honor of moving my thong back in place, rubbing the evidence of his release into the thin material. It soaks through and fuses to my skin.
There’s no way I can go back out there like this. Shoving the strings over my hips, I watch the material fall toward the floor, getting caught on the tops of my boots. A quick shuffleand they’re free. Kicking them up into my hand, I slap them against Vik’s chest, the fabric wet against my palm.
“Here. Take your prize.”
The ear-to-ear smug smile he throws me as I right my skirt back into place and he slips the evidence of our quickie into his pocket only disarms me further. The damn man is fucking beautiful on his worst day and spontaneous orgasm inducing when that look lands in your direction on his best. It should come with a warning: might cause miraculous pregnancy.
My steps falter. No condom. No birth control. My brain tries to remember the last time I got my period, to calculate on the fly whether this little reunion will mean something more in nine months. But whiskey and post sex hormones aren’t the greatest for inducing focus. The spiral halts the second a steady hand falls to my lower back and ushers me toward the door.
“Let’s go, wife. I want to takefulladvantage of our empty house. I’ve got weeks to make up for.”
The girls are at another table, clear across the bar, when we make it back into the crowded space. I don’t know how long we disappeared, but considering I didn’t get a look in the mirror before I was escorted away, I’m sure they’ll have no problem guessing what we were up to.
“Well, that’s not my fucking fault, Si. If he can’t take a hint, someone ought to make it clear for the idiot. And I swear to God if you say one more thing about my outfit, I’m going to stab you,” Harlow bites out loud enough for everyone around us to hear. A group at the next table over throws her a concerned look.
I definitely missed something.
Charlie looks ready to call it a night. Her head’s held up inthe palm of her hand, watching Si and Harlow like a ping pong match.
Those twoarealways entertaining.
“We’re heading out. I’ve got this one. Y’all good?” Vik asks.
Si nods but doesn’t look at us, too busy eye fucking his wife, as her temper flares.
“Charlie, you want us to drop you off?” I ask, knowing damn well Harlow can’t drive, and she was our ride.
“I’ve got her.”
My eyes flick up, finding Blaze tucked into the corner. When the hell did he get here, and why are his eyes fixed on my unsuspecting friend?
“Babe? Is that okay? We can absolutely take you home.” I look to Vik, making sure he’s nodding along with me, so she doesn’t feel like she’s putting us out.
She leans toward me, her elbow slipping off the table’s edge, and we almost collide.
“Oops.” She laughs, before scootching so there’s no space between her lips and my ear. “You can vouch for this one?” Her head tilts toward Blaze.
“Yeah, you’re good. Promise.”
“Great.” She smacks a kiss on my cheek and leans away, taking Vik and me in. “Then go get that dick, girl… again.” Her lips fold in trying to dispel the laughter I know she’s holding back.
But then Harlow, whose attention must have shifted at some point, cracks up, taking us all with her.
“Yeah, you lot are done. Let’s go,” Vik commands, and even though we girls don’t fall under his authority, everyone listens.
THE FINAL PIECE OF THE PUZZLE
VIKING
Soft snores fillthe cab of my truck, barely five minutes into our drive home. Josie slumps against my side, her head resting comfortably against my shoulder, and her hand curls tight around my thigh. The heat from her fingers seeps through the denim, igniting a fire in me that I’m trying my best to ignore. It's an innocent hold, yet it stirs my cock back to life, more than ready for round two.
I’m not naïve enough to believe that one quick fuck in the bar bathroom is all it’s going to take to mend the fractures between us. It’s merely a start, a shaky step toward something that feels like the reunion I’ve been waiting for. Still, I’ll take every inch I can get, because I’m desperate for my wife not to hate me anymore.
