Chapter 5
DAVIS
“Okay, this should hold but reach out if you have any trouble with the other fixtures,” I muttered while putting my tools back into my bag.
The assistant librarian, or whoever the fuck it was, nodded and handed me a check, but I brushed past it.
The last thing I needed was more money from the town’s tax dollars.
Ever since my wife had taken over with helping the city rebrand itself, she’d also taken on the stress of ensuring the city maintained its meager budget.
She was hyper-focused on businesses not overspending or falling into bankruptcy.
I loved her for it, but I hated how stressed she became from it.
Not that she was doing anything to actively avoid stress.
Not with this stupid competition her, Nora and Haley came up with one drunken night.
Cole, Liam and I often tried to remind them it was an inebriated bet and shouldn’t be followed through with, but once the women got their minds set on something, there was nothing we could do.
My phone buzzed with a text, and because I was a dad now, I checked the damn thing way too often. Rae had our son, Ben, with her at her parents' diner, as far as I knew, but there might be something they needed.
Liam: this competition is getting out of hand…I think Haley spent a grand on decorations.
My eyes rounded as I stared at the screen. “Shit.”
This wasn’t good. If Rae found out, she—
“Davis?” I heard her voice as she softly called for me from beyond the stacks of books I was tucked behind.
Shoving my phone in my back pocket, I watched her closely.
Her dark hair was down in thick curls against her back.
She wore tight blue jeans, a dark wool coat and high-heeled boots.
Her big eyes searched for me, and I loved getting to watch her like this, without her knowing.
We were married; we’d already had one kid, and I was still dealing with a shit-ton of grief, but she still managed to rob me of breath.
Finally, she found my tool bag and paused.
“You hiding from me?” Her pink lips twisted to the side in amusement.
Shaking my head, I reached for her. “Just watching you.”
Her arms came around my neck as I pulled her flush against my chest.
“That right, Mr. Brenton?”
Skimming my lips over her neck, I murmured, “that’s right, Mrs. Brenton.”
“Are you having flashbacks of the night you proposed to me?”
Fuck, I was now.
I had asked her to marry me in this library, all thanks to our twisted past, but that night I took her on the study tables and pushed her up against the stacks of books. Her knees had rug burns from how long she stayed on them, worshiping my cock while I fucked her throat.
“This place of business is open, Davis, you can’t fuck me here.”
She palmed my erection through my jeans, and I practically growled in her ear because fuck, it felt like a challenge.
“I have things I need to talk to you about.” She breathed, but it was hitched, and I knew if I peeled her coat off, her nipples would be hard and erect against her blouse, pushing against her flimsy bralette.
I pulled her backward. This part of the library was still under construction, nothing major, but they were patching up the walls and replacing some of the carpet, but because of the renovations, the family restrooms weren’t accessible to the public, and were never used by the staff.
“Davis.” Rae laughed, pushing her lips against my ear. “We can’t.”
I opened the door, keeping my hand anchored to her hip, then flicked on the light and let the door close. Once I flipped the lock, I smiled down at my wife.
“We can as long as you aren’t loud.”
My wife looked around with a small scoff. “I appreciate your ambition, but there’s nothing in here…I mean, a single porcelain sink, but we tested that once and we nearly broke it. We aren’t doing that again.”
“All I need is for you to grip the sides of the sink.”
She moved, until she was facing the mirror, and finally let her purse drop to the floor.
“If my moans echo…I’ll be mortified…”
I peeled her coat off, and let it drop to the floor like her bag.
“Then we better find a way to keep you quiet.”
I reached around her and flicked the copper button of her jeans.
“You’re going to take these off.”
She watched me, but slipped out of her boots, and I helped peel the denim down her legs. She stripped out of her shirt, so she was just in her bra, and then I slowly dragged her panties down until she was stepping out of them.
Now she was naked, save for her bra.
“Open.” I traced her lips with her silk, black panties.
Keeping her eyes on me, she did as I said, parting her lips. I shoved the panties into her mouth then kissed her, hard.
“That’s my good girl, now I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to keep quiet while I do it. Right?”
She nodded, then faced the mirror, gripping the sink while hunching over it.
I rubbed down the length of her spine, until I was dropping to her flank.
“This ass is begging to be punished, Mrs. Brenton.”
She moaned as I gripped and lightly played with her cheeks. Then I parted her and rose on my knees to lick her smooth entrance.
I shifted her so she was slightly jolted forward, her leg pulled back, so I had better access, and I continued to lick up the length of her slit.
“So wet for me,” I grumbled against her sex, sliding in two of my fingers to stretch her.
Her legs widened, granting me more access, and I took it by holding her ass open and feasting on her. The sound of sloppy sucking filled the bathroom as well as the low groans and grunts she made around the fabric in her mouth.
I slid my tongue through her folds, playing with her clit, until her pussy lips were puffy and drenched, her legs shaking while she clung to the porcelain, then I stood and pulled my cock free and watched my wife in the mirror.
“Such a good wife, Mrs. Brenton. Always so eager to take your husband’s cock.”
With a grunt, I shoved into her with one hard push.
She moaned, but it was muted, but the way her eyes hooded, watching me fuck her—stroked my need to claim her.
Pulling out, I observed our connection as I thrust forward again, forcing her grip to adjust on the sink.
Her eyes went wide, and I did it again with more force. She slipped forward, her face nearly hitting the mirror, and the way she clenched around me told me that she was enjoying this as much as I was.
I gripped her waist in a hard, punishing hold and hissed while I fucked her. She bounced forward, and I hitched her leg up over my hip, going deeper.
Rae whimpered loudly, shuddering around me as I pumped briskly in and out of her and then I was coming, slowly jutting forward, then bursting as my legs quaked.
Practically covering her back with my chest, I finally let my wife go, and disconnected, pulling my semi-hard shaft from her slick heat. Her thighs clenched as our joined release began to leak, slicking between her thighs.
I reached forward and pulled her now soaked panties from her mouth.
“Thank you.” She breathed heavily. “How am I supposed to wear those now?”
I smirked, brushing pieces of her hair out of her face. “Guess you’re not.”
Her eyes sparkled as she leaned into my touch. “This is just going to turn into a whole thing when we get home, isn’t it?”
“You said you felt weird having sex while my parents were over…this is a good fix.”
She swatted my chest. “You know very well you’ve been fucking me in our closet and shower, just as frequently as we did before they showed up.”
Laughing, I pulled her close and gently kissed her nose.
“Fine, you want a confession, then yes. I’m probably going to fuck you again as soon as we get home.”
She shook her head and moved toward the paper towels. “I actually needed to talk to you about this competition.”
I fixed my jeans, tucking myself back inside and buttoning.
“A competition that you made while drunk with your best friends?”
With a side-long glance, Rae wiped between her thighs and tossed the remnants away before washing her hands.
“Yes, that competition. I was wondering if you would go to Cole’s house and Liam’s to see what you can find out.”
Shaking my head, I bent down to help my wife back into her boots while she tugged her jeans up.
“We were told we wouldn’t get involved.”
Rae clicked her tongue.
“Well, that was for them, for us, you are. It’s not like I’m asking you to help me cheat or anything.”
Right, because that would be disastrous.
“When exactly is the competition over?”
Rae pulled her coat on, pulling her hair free. “Christmas Day.”
So we had an entire month of the three of them battling this thing out, great.
“Babe…I thought it was going to be a fun thing between you three.”
Shrugging, she lifted on her toes and pressed a kiss to my mouth.
“It is, stop being such a worry wart. Now, do me a favor and simply check on your friends and let me know what you see. That’s all I’m asking.”
She already knew I would do it for her, but I wasn’t happy about it. Christmas was stressful on its own, and with my parents visiting, our son not sleeping well at night, her town festival…
“Rae, you’re not trying to include the town festival as one of your decorations, are you?”
My wife quickly grabbed her purse and pulled her phone free.
“I have to run. I’ll see you at home.”
She evaded the question and quickly ran out of the bathroom, all while I stood there like an idiot, wondering how I was going to wrestle this stupid competition away from her.