Heather's eyes light up with mischief, and I know she’s up to no good.
“Beg me, husband.”
I hum against her neck, inhaling her scent as I do.
“Hmmm, wife. You want me to beg for your sweet pussy? There’s a problem with that, baby.”
Heather’s breathing picks up as I run my tongue down the center of her throat.
“It’s not that I’m above begging for you. You’re very worthy of me pleading for you to spread your beautiful thighs for me but-”
I nip at her flesh before continuing.
“Your needy little cunt can’t hold out long enough for me to beg. Right now, your clit is pulsing for me, isn’t it? Your pretty pussy is begging to be filled. You want to be good to our family and stay here. But you want to be my filthy slut more.”
She lets out the sweetest little whimper, confirming what I said is true.
“Are we still being polite, Killer? Or are you ready for all three of your husbands to fuck you while you scream?”
Her eyes widen with lust as her cheeks turn pink from desire.
“Oh my God, yes.”
I wink at her and she moans audibly, and I growl against her lips before kissing her.
“Such a good fucking wife.”
I nod to my brothers across the room letting them know we are leaving as I take Heather to say goodbye to everyone.
She hugs the wives first, her eyes filled with emotion and a grateful expression on her face.
“Thank you. For everything. I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything you’ve done for me.”
Athena smiles warmly as she releases Heather from their embrace.
“You’re family. That makes the kids extended family, but even if they weren’t.” She sighs a sound of sadness before continuing. “I could never leave them knowing what would become of them. We don’t choose the family we are born into. Luca saved me, and I’m happy to pay it forward.”
Bones kisses her on the temple and speaks with a slight growl to his voice as if they’ve discussed this repeatedly.
“No, Butterfly. You saved me.”
It’s interesting to watch him with her because he’s kind and gentle. The polar opposite of how I see him with others. Maybe it’s the same as we are with Heather. I have never imagined being married. It was not something on my radar. Not even far down the road, but once I got my head out of my ass, it wasn’t something I wanted but needed. This woman is a goddamn angel for putting up with me, and I’ll spend the rest of my fucking life doing whatever it takes to make her happy. Even getting down on my knees and begging for her even though we both know that’s not what she wants from me.
Bones stares at Heather, a fondness for her in his gaze as he hands her a card.
“Just a small gift. Let’s not make it a thing. You can open it later. And we don’t need to have a conversation about it.”
She shakes her head and he insists.
“Take it.”
She shakes her head again.
“Does she ever do what she's told?”
I can’t help but laugh even though it earns me a glare from Heather.
“Occasionally, but it’s incredibly fucking rare.”
