Doin' a Dime Vale, Lynn (best beach reads of all time txt) 📖

I stepped back and Wyett’s arm came with me.

“Though, I have to say, Wyett is being quite a bit more forward than usual.” Six watched on with amusement. “I think that’s likely because you’re her husband. When she groped me back in the day, it was only a boob here and there.”

“She groped you?” Sin asked with amusement lacing his tone.

I gently disentangled Wyett’s hand from the fly of my jeans and zipped back up.

Though, this time my cock was much bigger and it was harder to zip up than when it’d been to let down.

The idea of taking a drunk Wyett was making me harder than a rock.

The only thing stopping me was the fact that the room was full of people that we had to see a lot, and I knew that sober Wyett wouldn’t find this anywhere near as amusing.

“Hunt!” Wyett cried when I helped her to her feet. “Why don’t you ever let me do bad things to you?”

Amusement lilted my voice as I replied. “Because you make me lose control. And a man like me needs control. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Prison had done bad things to me.

I’d always leaned toward a little bit more of non-vanilla kind of sex.

But since I’d gotten out, I’d seen no reason to hide those urges when it came to sex.

Only, I didn’t want to scare Wyett off. So, I had to go slow with her as to make her think she had control.

Make her have a sense of security before I started to do things to her that she wouldn’t know how to react to at first.

Like public sex.

When we were in that campground, and I was fucking her in the showers with Sin and Zach in there, as well as that weirdo who didn’t want to admit how much he liked hearing us have sex, it’d been downright erotic.

I always craved more, though.

More skin.

More roughness.

More people to know how much I enjoyed fucking my wife.

Hell, if she’d let me fuck her in the middle of the room, I just might because I wanted everyone to know she was mine.

You could look all you wanted, but you couldn’t touch.

Touching meant possessing it in some way. But, here’s the thing, Wyett was mine to possess. She would be mine for the rest of her life.

And the cute as fuck way she was staring at me with a pout on her face? That only made me want to fuck her more.

“Six has a ton of bedrooms upstairs,” Wyett declared. “Let’s go use one.”

“Hey.” Six snapped her fingers. “I think that you need to think about other things than that man’s penis. Let’s think about the fact that you have a hit on you. There’s no time for sex.”

“If I have to die, I want to do it remembering the way my man’s cock…”

I placed my hand over her mouth and said, “We should probably go home.”

“No.” Wyett shook her head. “I’m staying the night with Six. Six said I could. She has a basement. Did you know they have a basement? Most people in Texas don’t have basements because of some reason. I think that’s a stupid reason. Even though I don’t know what that reason is. I think everyone should have basements. That way we can have dungeons. Or moats. Six, you should look into a moat. This place would rock a moat.”

“The frost line in Texas is much shallower than it is up north.” Zach sounded amused. “Moat’s doable, though. Lynn, you should look into that.”

“That actually would be a great idea,” Six admitted. “We could put attack goldfish in it. Unless you think we could make it saltwater, and then we could do sharks.”

“I think that a moat would likely take a lot of upkeep.” Lynn shook his head. “And you can use the room on the second floor. The dogs are fine, too. Tomorrow, we can look into getting you back home.”

Tomorrow would be soon enough, sure.

“On that note, I’m heading out,” Trouper clapped. “Beckham’s been alone with our sick son for the last couple of hours, and I’m fairly sure she’s going to be mad as hell if I stay gone for much longer with a puking kid at home.”

“Ew,” Trick grumbled as he shoved his hand into his pocket and withdrew his keys. “I have to go, too. The bar won’t run itself.”

He stopped in front of me and held out his hand. “Let me know if I can help. I’m there.”

After a quick handshake, he was gone, as was Trouper.

“I’ll run by your place on the way home. Make sure that everything is on the up and up,” Sin said as he pulled his own keys out. “Want me to stop in for a change of clothes? Food for the dogs?”

I shook my head and once again caught my girl’s wandering hand. “No. We have a shitload of clothes from our trip to the beach along with dog food. It’ll hold us over until we get to go home.”

“Sounds good.” Sin left without another word, leaving Bruno, Laric, Zach, Lynn, and Six, as well as Wyett and me.

“We should drink some more,” Wyett declared. “Then we can watch television. There’s a How To Get Away With Murder episode I wouldn’t mind watching.”

“What do you need to know about getting away with murder?” Bruno asked, taking a seat on the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room.

He was so far away from the living room that he might as well not be in it.

I knew that Wyett wasn’t comfortable around him, and I knew that he picked that up, because he purposefully stayed away.

And a lot of that had to do with Six, and how she was purposefully ignoring him. Wyett was totally and completely loyal to Six. And Six, at one point, had been good friends with Bruno when he’d left her and stayed away.

That wasn’t something Wyett would forgive until Six did.

Wyett looked at Six, who rolled