13. Tripp
Chapter 13
Tripp
There was nothing quite so 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.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “Want me to get you something sweet to chase it away? ”
Turning forward, she settled her back against my chest, sighing. “Maybe later. I’m comfy here for now.”
Rodeo chatter went by the wayside once Declan produced a quarter and decided the group was going to play hands up, hands down—guys versus girls. It required having additional chairs brought over to arrange seating for the teams, but once the ladies were settled, Dec handed the coin to my wife.
She pulled off her rings and placed them in my palm. “Hold onto these for me, baby. This won’t take long.”
Patton nudged me with an elbow. “Ooh, she’s cocky. I like that.”
I inwardly groaned. The man was oblivious to how his compliment had inadvertently set her up.
“Oh, sweetie.” She gave our young friend a saccharine smile. “I don’t just like cock. I love it.”
There was a rowdy chorus of hoots from the rest of the men.
Bryce slapped the table. “Damn, and here we thought the horses were wild. I think Sully’s wife’s got ’em beat.”
Penny tossed him a wink. “Tip of the iceberg.”
“She’s not kidding.” The words were muttered under my breath.
“We playin’ or what?” Tate called out, trying to steer us back on track.
A smile played on Penny’s lips as she locked eyes with me from across the table and hitched a thumb in Tate’s direction. “Get a load of this guy thinking he has a chance of winning twice tonight.”
“Be nice, Lucky,” I warned.
She batted her eyelashes, projecting an air of false innocence. “Who, me? I’m always nice.”
Directing my next comment to the group, I said, “In case anyone hasn’t figured it out yet, my wife is highly competitive. ”
“Bring it.” Tate lifted his chin, accepting the challenge. “Put those hands down, girls.”
The ladies tucked their hands beneath the table, and I trained my eyes on the movements of their visible wrists, hoping to decipher which ones were meant as decoys and which were actively passing the quarter.
“All right. Hands up!”
All five women brought their closed fists into view.
“Hands down.”
Quick as lightning, palms smacked against the wood. The metallic sound of the coin meeting the hard surface was almost drowned out by the country music being blasted from a speaker nearby.
Bryce’s eyes narrowed suspiciously on the redhead at the far end. “I heard it somewhere over here.”
“You sure?” Declan asked.
Bryce’s confidence wavered. “Maybe?”
Tate groaned. “Fuck it. Tracy, lift up.”
The redhead obeyed, bringing both hands off the table to reveal nothing beneath.
Penny smirked, taunting, “Aw, well, ain’t that a shame.”
“You haven’t won yet.” Irritation leaked into Tate’s voice. My girl was a pro at getting under a man’s skin.
“Put ’em back down.” I took over the game commands because my buddy was too busy grinding his teeth. We were at a table full of competitors. No one was going to take too kindly to losing.
Like before, they hid their passing of the quarter beneath the table. There was no telling where it was this time because we didn’t know who held possession of it before their hands disappeared.
“Hands up.”
Fists raised, they awaited my signal .
“Hands down.”
There was a sharp crack that echoed when they slapped their hands flat. It was accompanied by a tiny, muffled jangling noise.
My wife pulled her lips inward, fighting hard against a smile. Declan picked up on her physical cue, pointing in her direction and shouting, “Penny’s got it!”
What he didn’t know was that my best friend was a master of deception. She would do whatever it took to win, and oftentimes, that meant playing the opponent instead of the game.
After a lifetime of playing opposite her, I’d learned all her tells. One look at the twinkle in her eyes, and I knew she was bluffing, making herself look guilty to draw attention away from whomever really had the quarter.
Was I going to warn the guys and risk losing out on the sight of watching her light up when she emerged victorious? Not on your life.
“Hiding something, honey?” My gaze briefly dipped to her flattened hands.
She lifted one shoulder. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
“It’s Penny. I’m sure of it.” Declan’s voice held conviction. I almost felt bad for him because he couldn’t be more wrong.
Tate blew out a breath so heavy his lips buzzed, signaling he wasn’t nearly as convinced. Curling his fingers, he ordered, “Show us what you’ve got, Mrs. Sullivan.”
She raised both hands, wiggling her fingers as she quipped, “Better luck next time, boys.”
The men groaned in defeat, reaching for their beers and draining them as punishment for losing. Mine was halfway to my mouth when Penny rose from her chair and placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go push my husband around the dance floor to celebrate my win. ”
That right there was why I had no problem “letting” her win. Because I would be reaping the benefits of her celebration for the rest of the night.
“Wait.” Patton stared up at us in confusion as I stood, more than ready to have Penny’s body cozied up against mine as we swayed to the music. “Don’t you mean he’s going to push you around?”
With one hand tangled with hers, I used the other to lift my beer, chugging what was left before setting the glass down. “You heard the lady.”
Four sets of jaws dropped, my admission stunning them into silence. My wife had me by the balls, and I would let her lead me wherever the hell she wanted to go.
Penny hid her giggles with a face pressed to my shoulder as we stepped onto the dance floor.
I pulled her into my arms. “What’s so funny?”
She started laughing so hard a snort sounded. “Did you see their faces?”
Humming against the top of her head, I remarked, “You know how it is. They live in a world that tells them to saddle up and be a man. The idea of a woman in charge, especially in the bedroom? It’s probably something they’ve never even considered before tonight.”
Peeking up at me, she chewed on the corner of her lip. “You sure you don’t mind it? I’m not too much?”
“Lucky,” I breathed out, lifting one hand to cup the side of her face. “You’re exactly what I need. I swear it’s like God made you just for me.”
“Don’t you mean he made you for me, seeing as how I’m three months older?”
I reared back in surprise. “Oh, you’re owning that shit now?”
Gracing me with an eye roll, she grumbled, “Just this once.”
Dipping my head, I let my lips brush against hers as I spoke. “Don’t know why it bothers you so much. I’ve always thought older women were hot.”
Her single eyebrow arch was audible. “ Women? ”
“Woman. Singular,” I clarified before capturing her mouth and pushing my tongue inside.
Swallowing her moan, I barely noticed when she snatched my hat to place it atop her head. Fuck, she’d turned the gesture into more of a claim on me instead of it traditionally being the other way around. But we’d already bucked tradition over the duration of our lifelong relationship—which included a non-existent courtship and hours-long engagement before culminating in an elopement—so it was par for the course.
My life was hers—she could do with it whatever she wanted—just so long as I was granted the privilege of standing by her side, allowed to call her mine.
A throat clearing over the music had us breaking apart, our foreheads resting together as we panted, trying to catch our breath.
“Sorry to interrupt.”
Of course it was Tate. He had probably figured out the role I’d played in aiding the girls’ victory and was getting payback by playing cockblocker. Poor guy had no idea it was pointless. I was married to the horniest woman alive, and there wasn’t a chance in hell I wouldn’t be getting laid the minute we got back to our motel room. Shit, I’d lay odds we wouldn’t even make it that far after that kiss.
“What is it?” I didn’t spare him a glance, too caught up drinking in the sight of my beautifully flushed wife under the bar’s neon glow.
“Your phone’s blowing up, man. Looks like someone’s trying real hard to get ahold of you.”
Well, there went my erection.
Not sure why I was surprised that my old man couldn’t wait until morning to tear me a new asshole .
Letting my hands fall away from Penny’s body, I scrubbed one over my jaw. It was best to get this over with so he didn’t ruin the rest of my night.
I weaved through the mass of bodies until I reached the table where I’d left my cell. Snatching it up, I instantly frowned at the number of missed calls and messages. No less than a dozen lit up my lock screen, and they weren’t all from my father.
Penny slid a hand over my shoulder as she moved to stand before me. “Who is it?”
My eyes scanned the messages before lifting to meet hers. “The real world. We need to go home.”
Our hideout honeymoon was over.