29. Chapter 28
Arianna
The back to school bonfire was going to be awesome. Now that Tuck and I had made up, I was wearing this sexy dress in the hopes that my husband would sneak off in the woods and fuck me senseless against a tree, much like a lot of the other party goers would be doing.
I knew that was Leyla’s plan, at least. And probably Potter’s. They were both going to be staying the night at our house after the bonfire so we could drink as much as we wanted. Then, we’d be spending all of tomorrow by the pool, nursing our hangovers and relaxing before school started on Monday.
I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror in the room Leyla had claimed as her own and smiled.
My dress was a short, red bodycon dress with a low cut corset type top.
I’d opted to do my hair in the freshly fucked look, teasing it and running my hands through it, and my makeup consisted of dark, smokey eyes and a bright red lipstick.
“He’s seriously going to cream his pants. I mean, damn girl.” Leyla smacked my ass as she looked over herself. She’d gone with an electric purple cut out mini dress and was seriously rocking it. “You’ve never dressed so overtly sexy before.”
I shrugged a shoulder and met her gaze in the mirror. “Just channeling you, I guess.”
My bestie smiled and gave me a wink before we headed out of the door and down the stairs where Tucker and Potter were probably waiting, checking their watches and thinking about how long it was taking us.
The wait was worth it though, if Tucker’s lust filled eyes were anything to go off of.
“Damn, dude. You gonna let your wife leave looking like that?” Potter’s eyes flicked between me and Tucker.
Tuck just smiled. “My wife can wear whatever she wants. I love knowing that while all those other assholes may be looking, hoping for a peek, I’ll be the only one getting in her dress tonight.”
Potter broke out in a belly laugh as Leyla loudly gagged behind me. “Please don’t say that shit when I’m around. Ugh.”
I was glad my lipstick was smudgeproof as I licked my lip, eyeing my husband in his ripped jeans and tight as fuck black tee. “I don’t know, Ley. I think I kinda like it. Possessiveness turns me on.”
Leyla rolled her eyes but I could see the smile she was trying to hide. “I knew you were a freak.”
“Don’t kink shame. Lord knows you have your fair share.”
This time, it was Tucker gagging. “Alright. Fine. Truce. No more sex talk, please.”
The drive to the bonfire went by quickly, the car loud with the music pumping through the speakers, getting us all ready for a fun night out.
Sean and Christian came with us, but agreed to take a separate vehicle.
Not being watched twenty-four seven was the only good thing about school starting back on Monday.
Tuck, and probably Zephyr, had agreed to me being able to go to and from school like we had been the past few years, sans guard.
When we arrived, the party was in full swing.
Charlotte greeted us as soon as we approached the fire.
“Shawna arrived about ten minutes ago on Andrew’s arm.
Jack got here about five minutes ago and after a few shots with the football team, is now drinking a beer on the other side of the fire, chatting with his besties.
Bradley has yet to be seen.” Her eyes turned to me and widened as they looked me up and down.
“Damn.” Her attention turned back to Leyla and she smiled.
“Tonight is going to be full of drama, isn’t it? ”
I rolled my eyes. Tucker might have been able to fight, but he wasn’t going to have to. Guys never showed me any attention because they knew I was completely off limits. Moving to a new school already engaged as a freshman would do that to a girl.
Tucker pulled me into his arms, my back against his front, as he whispered in my ear. “Go have fun with your friends. I’ll find you later so we can sneak off and do what we never had the opportunity of doing before at one of these.”
A shiver crossed over my body at his words and I heard his husky chuckle as he slapped my ass and took off towards the drinks table with Potter.
Charlotte smiled at me. “Marriage looks good on you, Ari.”
“Thanks, Char.”
Leyla grabbed us each by the hand and led us to the area kids were using as a makeshift dance floor.
The three of us danced like no one was watching, or actually, maybe like everyone was watching.
I know I was sure getting off on the fact that somewhere, my husband was watching as I swayed sexily to the beat.
I’m sure Leyla was doing the same thinking about Jack.
We danced song after song, but I guess eventually even my very patient man had had enough. Strong hands grabbed my waist as his hardness pushed against my ass while we swayed to the beat.
Tucker placed open mouthed kisses up and down my neck and along my jawline. If Leyla wasn’t so preoccupied by Jack, she probably would have said something to ruin the moment by now, but I was so glad she hadn’t.
The lacy black thong I’d worn was soaking wet by the time Tucker leaned in and whispered in my ear, telling me we should find somewhere more private.
With my hand in his, he led me into the woods, far enough that no one could see us, but close enough that I could still see the fire. “You’re gonna have to be quiet, baby. I don’t want anyone else hearing the noises you make during sex. Understood?”
My words came out in a breathy rasp. “I’m not sure I can. Maybe you’ll have to keep me quiet with your mouth.”
A sexy as fuck grin crossed his lips. “I can do that.” Without breaking eye contact, he popped the button of his jeans, slowly unzipping them, before pulling them down in the front just enough to free his cock.
He was going commando and the thought had me leaking my excitement.
“Arms around my neck, legs around my waist.”
I did as he said and he lifted me, then pushed my back against the tree. “Are you wet for me, baby?” I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “Good girl.” His fingers moved my thong to the side, then swiped through my folds. “Goddamn, you weren’t kidding. My cock’s gonna slip inside you so easily.”
Tucker’s mouth crashed down on mine just in time to muffle the groan that fell from me when he shoved all the way inside me in one push. He wasn’t lying, I was so wet that he moved in with no resistance.
One of his hands came up to grip my chin, holding my mouth exactly at the angle he wanted it while the other found its way between us, rubbing circles around my clit in just the way I liked.
When I moaned, he chuckled. “This is gonna be fast and dirty, like public sex in the woods is supposed to be. You good with that?”
I nipped his bottom lip in answer and he growled. Then, his hips were pumping his cock in and out of me with speed and force like he’d never used before. I loved sex with Tucker, but I’d never known hard and dirty was this good. Maybe we’d have to have sex outside more often.
Within just a couple of minutes, I was right at the edge, ready to fall over into a sweet release.
“That’s it, baby.” Tucker moved his hand from my chin a little lower, holding it over my throat.
With a small squeeze, he sent me flying over that edge.
His lips crashed against mine again as he swallowed my screams, keeping everyone else from hearing just how well my husband was fucking me.
“Fuck, Ari. You’re squeezing me so damn tight.
I won’t last much longer.” Leyla had preached the importance of regular kegels for years, so I’d done a short daily session ever since to make sure my cooch was snug.
That meant, even though my orgasm had passed and I wasn’t squeezing him anymore, I could bring the squeeze back to push him over the edge.
It had the desired effect as Tucker spewed some curses while his hips stuttered and his release shot inside me, warming me on the inside.
We stayed in that position, our foreheads pushed together, soft kisses being exchanged as we caught our breath.
Finally, he pulled out and tucked my panties back into place.
As he zipped up his pants, I felt some of his cum drip out of me.
With the thong, my pussy was barely covered, so it started to work its way down my leg.
Quickly, I wiped it up on my finger, Tucker’s eyes tracking the motion. I couldn’t help myself, wanting to rile him up a little, as I slipped the finger in my mouth and moaned.
His eyes closed as he took a deep breath. “I shouldn’t be able to get hard again that quickly. But between that sight, and knowing that my cum’s gonna be dripping down your thighs until we get home, I think I’m about to set a refractory record for myself.”
“You mean, I’m setting it, because every bit of what you just mentioned involves me.”
I absolutely loved the cocky grin that graced his face. “It sure does, baby. You’re the only woman that does it for me.”
Before I could say anything else, commotion from the bonfire pulled our attention.
“Leyla!” Bradley’s voice was loud enough that both Tuck and I heard him without issue. Hell, the whole community probably did and we were far out of town.
Hand in hand we hustled back to where the party was. When we emerged from the woods, my eyes scanned the area for my friend, but I didn’t see her anywhere.
“You!” Bradley’s attention was on me and he approached quickly, a little wobble to his steps showing just how drunk he was. “Where’s that whore friend of yours?”
Tucker stepped between us, probably to keep me from pushing the asswipe into the fire and getting locked up on murder charges. But Bradley didn’t realize just how badly he’d messed up. People knew Tucker as Zephyr’s son. As the Givenchy heir. They dismissed him like he wasn’t a threat.
That was a mistake.
Even if Tucker hadn’t had to initiate into the Vitale family, none of the Givenchy men were weak. Apollo had trained them all from an early age to be able to take care of themselves and the women in the family.
Tucker’s right hand whipped out and grabbed Bradley by the neck, squeezing a little and lifting, putting the boy completely at his mercy. I’d never seen Tucker use that move, but it was a go to move for Elio and I wondered if that’s where my husband had learned it.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you will not raise your voice to my wife, and you will not disrespect my sister like that, do you understand me?”
Bradley nodded as best as he could, but I could tell by the fire in his eyes that he wasn’t finished. Tucker released him just as Leyla and Jack emerged from the woods.
Potter stepped up to Tucker’s side in a show of strength as Leyla came stomping up to us. I moved around to Tuck’s other side so I had a good vantage point for the show.
“What the fuck do you want, Bradley? Why are you out here shouting my name like you have any right to?”
As I stood next to my bestie, I bumped my pinky against hers. It was subtle, so no one would see it, but it was the signal we’d come up with when we first became friends to show the other we were there and had their back.
Brennan stepped up to us, taking Tucker’s other side and as much as I hated to, I moved over so he could.
I understood family hierarchy as much as anyone, so I knew the importance of the three of them standing shoulder to shoulder, the heir, his second, and his muscle.
Brennan had been taking that role seriously the past couple of years and had bulked up.
Bradley didn’t seem to care that three Givenchy men were staring him down. His eyes stayed glued to Leyla. “Leyla, baby. I miss you. I know I fucked up, but you’re my world.”
I guffawed. “Weren’t you just calling her a whore?”
Bradley pointed a finger in my direction as he yelled. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.”
That was the wrong move.
Tucker’s fist connected with Bradley’s jaw before anyone, even Potter and Brennan, saw it coming. “What did I tell you about raising your voice towards my wife?” The drunk asshole stumbled, but stayed up right.
The punch, however, seemed to draw Bradley’s attention to the guys staring him down. The united front of men that could beat the shit out of him while he stood alone.
His eyes flicked between each of them, back to me, to Leyla who stood wrapped in Jack’s arms. “Fine.” His attention turned back to Tucker and I licked my lips in anticipation.
I’d learned to read people a long time ago and I knew he was about to say something that would end up in violence.
“Her pussy’s too used up to be worth fighting for anyway. ”
It all happened quickly, and for the first time ever, I saw the next Givenchy leaders working the way they were meant to.
Potter grabbed Tucker and pulled him back to keep him from throwing Bradley into the fire.
Something that I would have enjoyed watching, but the fallout would not have been worth it.
And Brennan threw the meanest right hook I’d ever seen, instantly knocking Bradley out.
No one, not a single person, stepped up to try to soften his fall or make sure he didn’t hit his head too hard.
Christian grabbed me and Leyla by the arm, pulling us towards the cars. “We’ve gotta go.”
Sean was ushering all three of the guys that way and soon, we were in our SUV, all five of us heading back to the house.
“That was so fucking reckless, Tucker.” Potter was a huge shit stirrer, so it surprised me a little that he was the one chastising my husband. Usually, it was the other way around.
“What did you want me to do? Let him talk to my wife like that?”
“No.” Brennan growled. “You’re supposed to let me handle it.”
Anger radiated off of him and a shiver worked its way through my body. Maybe an angry fuck was in store for me soon. “You didn’t make a move when he yelled at her.”
Brennan ran a hand through his hair. “You’re right. Because I didn't realize we were punching everyone who was mean to your wife. Now that I have the memo, I’ll do better. But you have to let me handle that shit. It’s my job.”
“He’s right.” Potter sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. “He is to you what Apollo is to your dad. He’s the one that will get his hands dirty so yours stay clean. The head of our family can’t end up in jail on assault charges.”
Tucker rolled his eyes. “Do you really think if my father had been there, he wouldn’t have punched the prick himself?”
“I know he wouldn’t have.” All eyes turned towards Leyla, who seemed to be severely pissed off for some reason I didn’t comprehend. “Because he’s smart enough to see the big picture.”