Page 102 of Never Been Worse

That does it, as it always does. She sits back, hands on my shoulders, the small smile on her lips telling me she knows she won. Both of my hands move to her hips, and I lift her, shifting our position until her thighs are on either side of me. Then I slam her down onto my cock, filling her again.

“Ah!”

“Harper, quiet,” I say with a small smile that turns to a grimace as she lifts and falls again. She grinds at the base to get the friction on her clit. The moment is so hot, so filled with passion and need, I’m already getting close to the edge. From the look on her face, so is she.

“I can’t,” she moans, head falling back, riding my cock on a mission now, hips moving over me and fully forgetting where we are. I put a hand to her back, pulling her close until her face is buried in my neck, and her lips press there.

“Bite me if you need to,” I groan, lifting my hips to get inside her deeper. “Stay fucking quiet. I don’t need everyone knowing how perfect my wife sounds when she comes.” She takes the opportunity I hand her, teeth biting into the side of my neck as she continues to ride me. The pain of it sends me closer to coming, my hands moving under her dress to grip her ass tightly. “Need you to come, baby.”

“Mmmm,” she moans into my skin, panting.

“Right fucking now,” I groan, then slide a hand between us to her clit, pinching it hard. That does it, and her teeth dig into me as she comes and comes while I fill her with my cum. “Fuck, so good. So beautiful. So mine,” I grunt as I come, as her body goes lax with pleasure.

We lay there like that as she catches her breath and I come back to Earth.

“So, I take it you like the tattoo?” she asks with a smile when she finally slides off me, handing me a few cocktail napkins so I can carefully clean her up.

I laugh the entire way to our reception.

Even though I tried to fight her on it, Harper had the photographer edit out the photo where she and I walked into the reception, hands held high with a wide smile on our faces. But I slip the original one—the one where you can see the perfect, red circle on my neck from the impression of my wife’s teeth—into my wallet, right next to the one from three years ago.

Harper, six months later

“Shhh!” I say, looking over my shoulder with wide eyes. “Did we not learn our lesson the first time?” We’re walking down a slightly familiar street in a much too familiar neighborhood, and Ava can’t keep her mouth shut, giggling and yapping about revenge plots and girlhood and God knows what else.

“I think this is a bit different, Harper,” she says, shifting the duffel bag filled with supplies over her shoulder.

“No, it is not!” I say, shaking my head.

“Oh, it so is,” Sophie says, skipping alongside me, not even attempting to quiet herself.

“Soph! This is a stealth operation!” Jules says, and Sophie smiles, tugging the sleeves of her black long-sleeve shirt down over her hands. It’s a familiar scene, parking a few blocks away and tiptoeing to a house with a large duffel bag. This time, we’ve made sure our intel is spot on, and we’ve narrowed down our revenge.

Oh, and we brought a seven-year-old.

Because you have to teach them young, you know.

“When did you get so boring?” Ava asks.

“Be nice, Ava. Last time we did this, she was blackmailed for months,” Jules says.

“Yeah, and she got a hot rock star husband out of it. Life could be worse,” Ava counters.

I glare at my best friend, shaking my head in exasperation.

“Do you think I’ll have a hot rock star husband?” Sophie asks thoughtfully, and I snort out a laugh.

“Soph, I think you have to graduate elementary school before you can evenbeginsaying things like that, or you might give your father a heart attack,” Jules says, pulling her adopted daughter into her side.

“I’m just trying to plan ahead. I hope it’s super romantic, and we fall in love thesecondhe meets me.”

“I think she’s watching too many of your movies, Jules,” I say with a laugh.

“No such thing,” she says, pressing her lips to Sophie’s hair. “I’m giving her a much-needed education.”

Ava opens her mouth to say something, but I shake my head, putting a finger to my lips.

“The house isrightthere.” For once, everyone nods, going silent as we approach. “Who has the stuff?” I ask quietly, looking around and counting to make sure we have everyone.

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