SIRE

Seven months later

“Since when are you shy about this?” I reach over, tickling Wren’s waist.

“Since it’s been a minute,” she giggles, tugging on the belt of her white trench coat. “The last time we were here was for my test, and that was before I became a mom and—”

“So, moms don’t have sex?” I laugh, “If so, please inform mine. As you’d say, she didn’t understand the assignment.”

“It’s too easy for dads.” Wren turns nervously to the limousine window, the nighttime lights of Atlanta whizzing by. “You bust a nut in a minute, wait nine months, and ta-da—instant parent. While women…” I love her non-filtered mouth. “Our poor little pussies go through a lot.”

I reach for her cheek, turning her eyes my way. “You’re beautiful. From the moment I met you, I couldn’t believe my eyes: my angel. And when you had our baby, I couldn’t breathe. You’re that perfect.” I grin. “You and that hot little pussy.”

She searches my eyes for a lie. She’ll never find one there. My wife gets everything from me.

“But if you want,” I flop back in the seat, sighing dramatically, “we can just fuck in the limo and go back to the hotel. Nash and Vale will be disappointed that their babysitting gig was cut short, but they’ll get over it.”

“No.” She grabs my hand. “I want this night for us. I asked for it. It’s just that...” She glances down at her cleavage. “What if I leak?”

“Damn, I’ll bust a nut right there.”

“Sire.” I love it when she swats me. Maybe I’m morphing into her sub. Roman would be proud. “I’m serious. I’m still breastfeeding Bluebelle, and Vale said this bra would hide it, but what if it’s obvious?”

“Hey.” I grab her neck. Softly, she gasps. “What will be obvious tonight is that I’m married to the hottest woman in the club, who’s having her fantasy fulfilled. And I happen to love this woman even more, with every day I’m alive, and I’d really like to fuck her for all to see how much.”

She chews her lip. “Are we using condoms?”

Shit, she’s already making me hard.

I pull her lips to mine. “With others? Always. Between me and you?” I kiss her, my tongue teasing hers, my dick swelling. “Fuck, Wren. Angel, you know I want to breed your pussy again.”

She pants. Her smile, the sexiest I’ve seen in months.

Yes, it’s heaven beyond my wildest dreams being a father. I cried when our baby girl was born. Now, I carry her and my Glock in a back holster.

Our daughter is beautiful. Like her mother. Like my dream. Black curls. Light eyes. Long lashes. Her soft skin, a blend of our love.

Wren’s the best mom. A natural. She wears Bluebelle in a baby sling, singing and fucking up songs to her while she bakes cookies.

But like every mom, she deserves a break.

And like every woman, she’s even sexier now. I just need to prove it to her.

She nuzzles my nose. “You want to start trying again?”

“Angel, I’ll never stop trying with you.”

“Okay, no condoms for us but…” She reaches for my crotch. “What’s his name?”

I’m already hard for her, as usual, but with her requests for tonight, I’ll need to pace myself. It’s been a long minute since we’ve done this.

I smirk. “You won’t believe it.”

“Try me.”

Wren asked me to find a man for tonight—someone I want. I had to create a new profile on an app I trust, one that caters to ethically non-monogamous and sexually fluid adults. It took me a few weeks to find a play partner we could trust—one who would be a hot surprise for her, too.

“Christian.”

She pulls back, laughing. “Seriously? His name is Christian?”

I tease, “And he really wants to worship his pastor tonight.”

“Does he know about you?”

“Yes, and he’s bi.” Her eyes light up. Thrilled. Aroused. God, my woman’s hot. “I had to tell him a few things about us and find out about him, too. I won’t let some piece of shit lay a hand on my wife.”

“So, you trust him?”

“Yeah. I looked him up. He has a job he needs to protect, too. He travels. Doesn’t have time for love or relationships and…”

Her eyes widen. “And?”

“And I think he’s worked with Redix and Daniel. Like he’s in the film industry and goes to the club, and he heard about me.”

She frets, “But you didn’t show your face on the app, right?”

“No. It’s my hand with my wedding ring. I wanted it to be clear I’m proudly married and looking for a play partner only.”

Her teeth snag her bottom lip. “So, how did he know you?”

“When we chatted online, he shared one of his fantasies, something he saw at a club in Atlanta and—”

“And it was you,” she sighs, climbing to straddle me as the limo stops in front of the private entrance to the discreet club.

I lace my hands through her hair. “But this is for you, too. You can change your mind or tell me to stop. You’re my priority. No one else.”

“And you’re mine.” She nips my bottom lip. “You know what I want. You know our boundaries. They haven’t changed.”

“Mine have.” I’m getting harder just thinking about sharing this with her. Only her.

“What do you mean?” She nuzzles her forehead to mine.

“I want everything you want,” I grab her hips, “and then I want to try something new for us. Together.”

Christian sits beside me on the tufted leather sofa, sipping water while Wren’s on my lap.

It didn’t take long to find him in the club. How many men are six foot six and clearly a model or an actor? I’m not sure, but he’s something.

He hints, “Should we bother with small talk?”

“No.” I reach down to where Wren’s grinding on me, her back to my chest. Spreading her legs, draped over mine, I expose her pantiless pussy and my jeans’ zipper.

Dragging it down, I didn’t wear boxers, either.

“There’s nothing small about tonight.” I free my hard cock and order Christian, “Now be a good boy and eat her pussy and suck my cock.”

Clearly, he wants this. Licking his lips at the sight of my swollen dick, he lowers to his knees.

We’re in the VIP section of the club. I called ahead and made sure to reserve a sofa surrounded by red velvet ropes and gold stanchions, cordoning off our area. It’s more selective. More private, but still a few gather by the ropes, watching us.

“Oh fuck,” Wren gasps into our kiss while her pussy is licked. I groan into her mouth and grab her neck. Claiming her tongue, I try to stifle my jealousy, letting her fulfill her fantasy.

It’s been a long time since I’ve shared her, and that was with the kings.

But so many things have changed. For better. For worse.

Nash versus Axel. Loch and Alena. Jace, fighting for Vivian. Sheremetev and the hunt. Our deal. Our family. Our freedom.

Honestly, I needed a night off from the shit we’re dealing with.

And this man’s hot, hungry mouth sucking my hard dick and licking my wife’s pussy is exactly what I need.

“Fuck yeah.” I palm his skull. “You’re such a big, strong boy, aren’t you?” He sucks Wren’s clit, then licks my tip. “But you love tasting pussy and sucking a big dick, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.” His green eyes ignite, his mouth plunging down my shaft until he gags.

“God, that’s hot.” Wren watches between our legs.

His broad shoulders are bent over. My thick dick is in his big hand. His whiskered lips stretch around my shaft. My hips pump, my tip fucking the back of his moaning throat.

“That’s it. Good boy. Suck this dick.” I fist his light brown curls for minutes, letting him indulge. “Now lick this sweet pussy that belongs to me. Sucking my cock made it wet. Now, fuck it with your tongue. Taste what a dirty girl she is for me.”

He moans into Wren’s sex, spearing her cunt. She writhes on my lap, her panting lips hovering by mine, her proud lust making me lose my goddamn mind.

“Fuck, Angel.” I see our little crowd, horny couples watching us, and tug on her sexy coat. “I want you nude. I want everyone to see what’s mine. What I get to fuck.”

Quickly, she unties the coat, squirming to free herself and tossing it aside. But her black bra, I respect her body. It’s her choice, and she leaves it on.

It’s enough exposure of her gorgeous body for Christian to moan, “Fuck, your wife’s hot.”

Gritting my teeth, I won’t be my father. I won’t cut off his head or slice his tongue out for that.

Instead, I take what’s mine, shifting Wren’s body so she can fuck me in a reverse cowgirl position. Pinning her back to my chest, I reach down, pressing my swollen crown to her slick entrance. “Whose hard dick is this?” I steam over her ear.

“Mine,” she sighs. “Now show them how you breed me like a good girl, Pastor. How I stay full of your cum.”

“Aw, fuck yes, Angel.” She knows what to say. I grunt, thrusting inside her.

She cries out while I take my other hand and palm his skull again. He said he wanted it rough, so, “Eat our fuck,” I command. “Lick my dick while I fuck her pussy, and suck her clit while I pound her cunt.”

He obeys, and it feels so fucking good to hold my wife, leaning back and moaning into each other’s mouths while we indulge in what I only trust to share with her.

A hot outsider, we let join us for our pleasure.

A stranger’s tongue, licking our union. A foreign mouth, sucking the juices of our fuck.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Sire.” Wren bucks, coming so fast and hard, I clench my teeth, fighting mine.

I have to pull out and gently lie her down, lengthwise on the wide sofa. Our playtoy lifts away, kneeling and licking his glistening lips while he shucks his pants down, his hard cock, springing free.

“Spread your legs, Angel.” I stand up beside him and tug off my white T-shirt. Shoving my jeans down next, I kick them and my shoes free, while I gaze at the prettiest, wet, pink pussy I’ve ever seen. “That’s it. Spread those lips for me. Show us how wet you are.”

Wren obeys, the lust in her eyes my dark salvation.

I point to the bowl of condoms on the end table and tell our plaything, “Roll a Magnum on my dick so I can breed your ass while you eat my wife’s pussy like a good boy.”

Wren moans as his eyes droop with lust, obeying.