Chapter 19 – Stevie
“It’s back at Ashwood, safe, don’t worry.” I reassured him.
“It should be on your finger,” he growled again.
“It's not like you’re wearing yours.”
He clenched and unclenched his jaw, then reached into his pocket and retrieved the all-black pliable ring that I'd impulsively bought in San Angelo. I had done it for my mom, or so I told myself, and also for the sake of the inevitable photographs. It would look even more convincing to have pictures of me placing a ring on Wylie's finger. Yet, I hadn't anticipated him returning the gesture.
Especially not with something as sentimental as his mother's.
I swallowed, “Why? Take it off, Wylie. I don’t care. It was only for the photographer and because I knew our parents would be disappointed if I didn’t give you a ring.”
His eyes narrowed as he removed the ring he'd just placed on his finger with deliberate slowness. For a moment, I braced myself, expecting him to hurl it at me, an act I wouldn't blame him for. Instead, he grabbed my left hand and forcefully slid the black adjustable metal over my ring finger, securing it tightly.
"There."
“You’re acting insane,” I stated but didn’t make any effort to remove the ring.
“You come here tonight, with another man, place your ass on his dick covered by a thin bit of jean and think I'm not going to care?”
“Why would you? Didn’t you have plans to meet up with Millie tonight?” I snapped back as his eyes narrowed.
“I haven’t touched her since we got married. I haven’t touched a single woman since I've been with you. Yes, she texted me to ask if I would come out tonight, and yes, I agreed, because I was trying to distract myself from the fact that I was fucking married to a woman who I've been trying to avoid on account of feeling like I conned her into a fucking marriage.”
Shit.
“We agreed this was on paper only so you could get Cameron ranch.”
“Maybe I don’t want it to be only on paper anymore,” he responded.
“You can’t just change your mind because you’re jealous! You don’t get to decide when it’s convenient to be married. I don’t want this !" I lied, knowing I wanted everything Wylie gave me even if it made me feel crazy, "I did you a favor, now do me a favor and let me go act like I’m a single woman .”
I stormed past him, my long blonde curls streaming behind me like a wild mane. Wylie's words echoed, searing, and twisting inside me, but I refused to let them take hold. He didn't mean any of it; it was just his way of asserting control, of trying to own and manipulate me, like every other man before him. Marrying Wylie was supposed to be my escape from that, not a ticket into another cycle of being controlled.
I scanned the crowded bar, my eyes finally landing on Franklin as he stood near one of the bull riding pens talking to Nash. When he found my gaze, he smiled and waved enthusiastically however before I could move in his direction, I smelled him and felt him again, this time his arms didn't touch me as he stood close behind. His breath tickled my neck and my heart raced as I felt his thick cock press into the thin fabric of my dress.
“You take one step towards him, and I swear I’ll throw you over my shoulder and haul your ass out of here. I don't care about the scene we'll make. I'll relish in it as everyone in Lonestar Junction sees me with my wife .”
A shiver ran down my spine so forcefully that Wylie felt it through his clothes and before I knew what was happening, he’d grabbed my hand again and was tugging me towards the edge of the warehouse behind one of the bars.
“Come here, let me show you a little secret section of the bar upstairs where you can view the band better.”
Wylie pushed through an exit door leading to a darkened stairway, ascending into an empty room at the top of the facility. From there, a wide ledge and fenced porch overlooked the crowded facility below.
“Where are we and how did you know about this?”
He smirked.
“Never mind, I don’t want to know,” I responded.
I stepped out onto the balcony, taking in the expansive space below. The music had grown louder as Dove reclaimed the stage, her voice belting out country hits with a rocker vibe that filled the air. Down below, some were dancing while others watched two men battle on the mechanical bulls. Wylie joined me, caging me with his arms on either side of the railing.
“Tell me, Stevie Vector, why do you keep running from me?” He murmured in my ear as he brushed a bit of my blonde curls from my shoulders and placed a kiss on my neck that sent shivers flooding my body.
“I haven’t been avoiding you. You’ve been avoiding me.”
He hummed in response as his lips found my neck again, scattering kisses up and behind my ear while his hands found the curve of my waist.
“I was trying to give you space, but now, I no longer think that's a good idea. Tell me you want to go back down there with Franklin, and though it'll drive me mad, I’ll let you go.”
I shivered as his hands moved to my front, brushing against the fabric that covered my pelvis and inching lower towards the trim of my loose, flowy dress.
“I…I…”
“My bandit bride…” he murmured against my neck as he bunched up the fabric of the hem and smoothed his fingers over the thin bit of fabric that separated my throbbing clit from the warm, bar air.
“If I slipped my fingers in your panties right now, would I find you aroused?”
“Yes,” I breathed out because I needed this, wanted this, even if I knew it could complicate our arrangement and Wylie only wanted to play with me out of misplaced jealousy.
He removed his fingers from the fabric and pressed lightly on my spine. “Bend over a little and hold on to the railing. Don’t worry, no one will know what we’re doing up here. The way the warehouse is angled, and balcony floor is positioned, they’ll only be able to see you and not me. Though you’re welcome to put on a show for them. I wouldn’t mind Franklin seeing you be brought to orgasm by your husband; however, the view of your soaked pussy rimming my cock is only for me.”
Leaning against the railing, I watched the sea of cowboy hats below where bodies danced and partied, completely oblivious to what was happening just a few feet above them in the air.
“Good girl.” He murmured as I felt his hand reach out and cup me between my thighs before massaging back and forth over my panties and rubbing my clit. Instinctively I backed into his large hand, trying to get a little more friction.
“Please,” I whimpered as I looked over my shoulder at Wylie who was admiring my body with eyes that were full of desire. I hated how desperate I always sounded around him, but I needed this badly.
His fingers pushed aside my panties as one dipped inside and the other stroked the skin around it.
“Mmm…” he hummed low while his opposite hand kneaded and massaged one of my ass cheeks before reaching around to my breasts.
Another finger dipped inside as he pumped in and out, pulled out to push my arousal all around my opening and into my clit. My hips moved back instinctively as I tried to ride his hand, but he'd paused to unzip his jeans just enough to pull out his cock and push down a condom.
The tip of that fat, swollen plum head teased my slit as he moved it around, coating the condom with my slick juices.
“Hold on tight now, and wave to the crowd,” he murmured as he pushed in firmly, then pulled out and filled me again, this time burying himself to the root. His fingers gripped my hips as he picked up speed, the sloshing of my wetness only audible to us.
“You feel so damn good, squeezing me like a glove.” He praised from behind me as my grip tightened around the bar of the balcony while I focused on staying upright.
“Wylie,” I groaned, fighting the urge to close my eyes as he found my clit with his other free hand and brushed it firmly with his ranch worn thumb.
“My wife likes me touching her. Bet she says my name when she touches this pretty pussy back at Ashwood.”
I tossed my hair over my shoulder to find him looking as turned on as I was, his eyes fiery with desire as he took my body in his ramming into it over and over again.
“And I bet you think of me when you’re stroking your cock at night,” I shot back, not willing to admit the fact that he'd been the only person I thought about recently when it came to pleasing myself.
“Damn right I do," he growled. “Now bend over a little more,” he commanded as I arched my back further and leaned down.
He took both of my ass cheeks in his rough hands and squished them together, making for an even tighter fit. “Fuck me, this feels too fucking good," he groaned.
I smiled as I held on tighter to the railing because it did. We were both getting something that we needed from this, just like our legal arrangement.
Pleasure, protection, family, and release.
I chanted that in my mind with each thrust bringing me closer to believing that’s all this was. I’d told myself to keep things strictly legal, we shouldn’t touch each other again, but what was the harm when it felt this good?
Wylie’s hands pinched and teased my clit before moving up to my chest and pushing down the top of my dress that was hidden below the railing where no one could see.
"Don't stand up or someone's going to see these tits," he pinched one of my nipples and teased it as he caressed the smooth skin. “you’ve got some nice, natural breasts, Stevie. Probably the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”
“Fuck… Wylie, I’m close.” I groaned.
He let go of my chest and pushed the top of my dress back in place.
“Find Franklin in the crowd," he whispered devilishly.
“What?” I groaned as I pushed back harder into his thrusts.
He leaned over my back towards my ear and whispered, “because I want you to wave and smile at him as I unload my seed deep inside of you, Stevie. I want you to look in his eyes and remember it’s me that's bringing you to orgasm like this, and not him. Your fucking husband. ”
My eyes scanned the crowd as if I was his submissive and couldn’t not listen to the words Wylie, my dominant said no matter how ridiculous they were. Franklin was in the corner, talking to Clay with a pitcher of beer in his hand. I felt my orgasm building deep inside of my pelvis, my clit zinged with electricity as Wylie continued to brush it roughly.
Please don’t look up at me, please don’t look up at me. I chanted in my head however at the exact moment that Franklin's eyes found mine, an arm lifted to wave with a smile, Wylie smacked one of my ass cheeks so hard, it sent me into a bone shaking orgasm.
My face contorted into a strange mix of a manic smile and a grimace as I bit my lip, whimpering while the tremors ripped through me. Avoiding any more eye contact with him, I dropped my head between my arms, only to find my legs shaking uncontrollably.
Wylie roared from behind me, a primal sound of release as I felt his warm cum fill the condom and watched between our legs the contracting of his balls and my juices drip down my thighs.