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It only took three strides before I had an arm hooked around her waist and hauled her to my chest. “You know I’m going to punish you for that,” I growled low in her ear.
“Counting on it, cowboy.” She wiggled her ass against my crotch, stirring my cock to life.
Tate blinked at us for a full minute before he cleared his throat. “So, yeah. I’ll see you guys over there?”
“Once the horses are taken care of,” I confirmed.
“Yep.” He turned on his heel and hustled away, likely feeling the sexual tension growing so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“Aw, you scared him away,” Penny said in a pouty voice.
Looking skyward, I huffed out a sarcastic laugh. “Right, because it wasmeacting all kinds of inappropriate.”
Twisting her head around, she graced me with a view of her sparkling eyes. “What are you gonna do about it?”
My teeth sunk into the soft flesh of her neck. “Truck. Now.”
The defiance in her voice did me in. “Not like you can make me.”
Her squeals were the sweetest music as I shifted my hold, carting her toward where my pickup was parked.
Chapter 13
Tripp
Therewasnothingquiteso satisfying as watching your wife walk into a crowded room of people, knowing your cum currently leaked out from between her thighs. She was marked as mine beyond the band of gold wrapped around her fourth finger. And every step she took, she was reminded of that fact.
The crew Tate ran with had secured a table in the back, and already, he and his fellow riders had women seated atop their laps.
Declan leaned back in his seat and let out a low whistle. “Damn, looks like Tate wasn’t the only one who went for a wild ride tonight.” Penny’s hair definitely gave away her freshly fucked status.
My beautiful girl’s head tipped back on a throaty laugh. “Not only that, he put me away dirty, too.”
Four sets of wide eyes shifted from her face to mine. I gave them a smug smile and a shrug.
“Damn, Sully, where the hell did you find this one?” Patton looked at me like I was his personal hero for bagging a hot, filthy-mouthed woman.
Penny patted my chest. “Oh, we go waaaaaay back. So far back, we used to take baths together.” She winked at our companions, and they burst out laughing.
“Bathing together’s a hell of a lot more fun now,” I agreed.
Tate nudged Bryce with an elbow to move over, but there was only enough room for one of us, so my wicked wife plopped her ass right onto her favorite seat—my lap—making sure to squirm enough to make me hard again.
Penny was busy entertaining the group with wild stories from our childhood when my phone buzzed in my front pocket. Shifting her forward, I pulled out my cell. One glance at the caller—my father—and I clicked the side button, declining the call before placing my phone face down on the table. No doubt Jerry had told him about me wanting to pull Thunder, and he was pissed.
Dad could read me the riot act tomorrow. Tonight, I had plans to cut loose with my girl and my friends.
“Those ones are yours.” Tate tilted his head toward the two full pints of beer.
“Well, aren’t you sweet,” Penny cooed, bringing the glass to her lips and swallowing.
Mouth to her ear so as not to be overheard, I asked, “Since when do you drink beer?”
Twisting in my lap, she tsked quietly. “The boy bought me a drink riding high on his win, so you bet your ass I’m gonna drink it.”
“Noted.” I stroked the skin of her waist where her shirt had ridden up. “How’s it taste?”
Nose wrinkling, she stuck her tongue out. “Terrible.”
