I shrug. “Maybe he’s just getting old and realizes he shouldn’t have burned quite a few of the bridges he did. Everyone has regrets. Maybe it’s his turn to try and atone for his. Or maybe it was us being taken. Threatened. He’s never tipped his hand before, but he’s been different since it happened.”
“Maybe it’s the fact that we’re out of his hair with husbands and he can just finally relax and learn how to try and enjoy us.”
I can’t help but grin. “Maybe.”
“Whatever it is, it’s kind of nice. Weird, but nice.”
I agree with Steph, and I take her hand easily and lead her back outside. Wing stands and retrieves his wife, a huge, goofy grin blooming over his face, as per usual. He leads her off back into the yard so they can stand there and get lost in their own little world, flirting shamelessly and sickeningly for all of us to see. I have to admit, I love it.
I’m free to wander back to my seat. As soon as I slip into it, Wraith cocks a brow and flashes me a lopsided grin. “That bad, huh?”
I shake my head, still in disbelief. “No. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all.”
“Care to fill me in?”
“I will at home.”
Wraith grins at me, a wicked, heated grin that contains all the filthy promise in the universe. “If I give you time to talk.”
“I’m sure there’ll be time after.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” That lazy grin grows more confident and the heat rising in his eyes darkens their depths. It mirrors the heat welling between my legs. “I plan on keeping you busy pretty much all night. And after that, I have half a mind to paint you, your skin glowing, my cum glistening on your thighs, your sex swollen, the rest of your body flushed. What a glorious picture that would be. I’d like to put it up on the wall. Right in the living room.”
I let out a choked sound that is completely unladylike, and nearly jump out of my chair, ready to head home. Wraith barely suppresses a laugh. Instead, he clenches his jaw, keeping it inside. He bends down, to whisper heatedly in my ear. “Say your goodbyes and get that sweet little ass on the back of my bike.”
I roll my eyes playfully. “Yes, sir.”
“Don’t forget it, darlin’. I own you, body and soul.”
It might be said jokingly, but when I respond back, a private, shy smile gracing my own lips, I’m not joking at all. “I know.”
It’s true. As Wraith leads me through the yard and we say our goodbyes, as he helps me onto his bike and takes off roaring down the open stretch of road, heading back to our home, the truth has never been more obvious.
That thread that sewed us together from the first, binds us tight, body to body, heart to heart, soul to soul. I thought that day all those months ago was going to be the worst of my life, but instead, it turned out to be the best. The day I became his wife.
I’m entirely his and he is truly mine.
That will always be our truth.
THE END
