Chapter Seventeen #3
Honestly, since he’d been shacking up with Ridge in the static, the sex on this plane had been different.
She could feel the energy in him when he came back recharged, and now, she wanted him to take that from her.
“What do you need?” she asked, knowing he’d understand what she was asking.
Lucian knew.
“I need to take my wife and fuck her.”
Oh, well, sign her up.
“Get me off, Bish, or I’m going to be wild. I don’t want to hurt you,” he warned.
And that was his fear.
In the static, it was pure, unadulterated fucking. He took Ridge hard, and he used his body to get off in the most animalistic way possible.
That rawness called to him.
Only, here, his wife was pregnant, and he absolutely wouldn’t take her like he craved taking Ridge. With Bishop, he wanted to be gentle.
Always.
Well, ask, and he was going to receive.
Bet.
On.
That.
With her lips by his ear, she shared what she was thinking, and it was all kinds of filthy.
“I can’t wait for my husband to take me. I’ve missed a good fucking, Lucian.”
Jesus.
His balls ached.
His Bishop was ALWAYS a wild card. Sometimes, he forgot that.
Before he could say anything, she slid down his body and took his dick in her mouth. With need and lust, she blew him, rocking his whole entire world.
His toes curled.
His body shook.
And the whole time, he felt the nudge against his wall, proving that Ridge was awake.
Opening for him, he stayed in the moment with Bishop but allowed access to Ridge.
My love, do you need me?
I felt you, and I needed to make sure I could still reach you. I’m scared, Lucian. Everything feels out of control.
Oh, he understood that, but it was about to get worse. It was clear that Ridge was picking up his emotions because he’d felt out of control minutes ago.
Can I hide here?
What wouldn’t he do for the other person he loved?
Of course, you can. I’ll be heading back into the office shortly. I’ll check on you.
He said nothing about them talking to him.
What was coming was going to destroy his world. Ridge just didn’t know it yet. What he thought was rock bottom was about to get worse.
You know I love you, right? You know I’d do anything for you, Ridge, right?
He felt the way the man was digging into the silence of his head to find some scraps of peace.
I know, Lucian. Please don’t ever leave me. Without you and Bishop, I’m alone. I need you both to be my family now. I’m so lost.
Oh, he didn’t know the half of it.
As his body quaked, he was on the cusp of cumming.
“Bish, killing me,” he muttered, as his wicked wife was trying to shove him off the edge.
Instead of saying anything, she worked him harder.
We aren’t leaving you, Ridge. I promise you. Promise me that no matter what happens, you stay with me. I can’t lose you either.
And by ‘lose’ he meant by his own hand.
He was worried that his best friend and lover would end his life to escape the pain, and that would break him.
Promise me, Ridge. Promise that when I need you, you’ll be there. I need you to make that vow to me, so I can trust you won’t hurt yourself.
Ridge was silent.
But Bishop wasn’t.
“Oh, Lucian,” she said, straddling his hips. “Now, I really want to make you cum.”
His body bucked as she slid down his erection, burying himself in her body. Her hands were on his chest, and she was taking him for a rough ride.
Holy fuck!
His balls ached.
Promise me, Ridge. I want your word.
Just when Lucian wasn’t sure he’d answer, he heard him in the darkness of his head.
I promise I’ll stay as long as you stay with me.
And there it was.
I’ll always be here for you. I love you, Ridge. We’ll figure all of this out, and when we do, we’ll come back from it. Just put your faith in me.
Ridge stayed in the silence, hiding from what chased him.
I love you too. Forever.
And with that, Lucian had no choice but to cum. His wife was demanding it, and his body was too weak to fight her off.
He erupted, and as he did, she followed him over the edge, tumbling too.
For a brief second, they floated, but it wasn’t enough.
Lucian needed his wife.
He’d always need her.
That was the bottom line.
“Baby,” he said, rolling and pinning her beneath him. As she was trapped, and his clothing was pretty much trashed, he began pulling them off so he could feel her flesh against his own.
Shoving his pants down, his briefs with them, he got them free from his body.
That was when he grabbed her hands and locked them above her head.
She moaned.
“Lucian,” she whispered, and when she opened her eyes, they were filled with nothing but love. “Is he okay?” she asked.
It caught him a little off guard to think that she knew he’d been talking to Ridge.
“How did you know?”
She smiled.
“I know my husband. It’s a damn good thing you can multitask,” she joked.
Yeah, tell him about it.
“Yeah, he’s okay. He’s struggling. I made him promise to stay for me, no matter what. I’m worried,” he said.
Yeah, her too.
Only, Lucian had other things to do.
Like his wife.
Instead of continuing the conversation about Ridge, he slid into her body to make her gasp.
“Lucian!”
That made him grin.
What really made him smile was when he began moving, taking his wife up that climb, so that they could both cum again. Later, when they had more time, he’d make sure to do this right.
For now, he needed a recharge, and a way to reconnect with his woman.
In bed.
“I love you, Bish,” he promised as her body bowed. “I’ll love you and our children forever. Don’t ever doubt that.”
She didn’t.
Not.
In.
The.
Least.
If anything, she knew her husband, and he was a damn good man who loved with his whole heart.
Bishop knew that what lay ahead for them was going to be an interesting journey.
That was for damn sure.
But she welcomed it.
As he moved, he set her hands free, and they went around his neck as she stared up at him.
They stayed locked together, and in the silence, there were also promises made there. Lucian knew what his wife wanted, and it was the same thing he wanted.
Their family.
As he repeatedly hit that one spot, over and over again, her body was battered.
“Cum for me, Bish,” he said, as he slammed home, and she exploded apart.
He felt that wave of energy, and it gave him a little more in the tank. A part of him wished to the depths of his soul that he could connect with Bishop the way he did with Ridge.
It would be amazing.
Since he couldn’t, he’d have to do it the old-fashioned way.
Sexing up his hot wife.
As she fell into the pleasure, the whole world spun, and she found herself on her knees with Lucian behind her. His arm was around her midsection, and he was leaving wicked bites on her neck and shoulder.
“Mmmmm,” she muttered, as his rock-hard body was pressed to the back of her.
“My sexy wife, I love being naked in bed with you.”
Oh, and that was the truth.
Honestly, she felt the same with Lucian. There was something intoxicatingly masculine about him, and it always made her giddy when she rolled around with him.
“I’m greedy,” Lucian admitted. “I want more.”
Well, if he wanted more, she was more than happy to take that ride with him.
He was, after all, her ride or die.
“Will you love me forever?” she asked.
It caught him off guard because Ridge had pretty much said the same thing to him.
“Of course, Bishop. I’ll love you even when I’m no longer here. You were made for me.”
Her heart skipped.
When she looked over her shoulder, their eyes met.
“Promise?”
Again, he made the similar vow to the woman he loved, just like he’d done for Ridge.
“I’ll always be here for you, Bishop. I promise.”
That’s when she said it.
“I love you. Forever.”
With a slide into her body, Lucian took her from behind and drove them both back into the madness. A part of him was caught off guard by both of the people he loved being in the same moment with him and saying the same thing.
But he let it go.
Instead, he focused on his erection slipping between her cheeks, and into her body. Lucian filled her, and the whole time, he held onto the moment.
Like it would be his last.
As that heat grew, and that need rocked him, he moved them toward the edge.
And shoved them off.
In the colorful explosion of ecstasy, they both fell through the pleasure into the warm radiance of that orgasm.
And it was beyond nice.
It was spectacular.
When they stopped falling, they floated together, pressed along each other’s bodies.
“Mmmm,” Bishop said, as Lucian was semi-spooning her, with his big hand on her ass cheek. “I like a nooner.”
It made him laugh.
“Oh, and I like giving my wife a nooner, and a one-er. A two-er, and a five-er. Believe that.”
Yeah, she did.
This had been the first time having sex after finding out that Lucian and Ridge had consummated their relationship here, and honestly, she thought it would change them.
“You’re thinking. About?” he asked. “I know my wife. Normally, after sex, you’re crass and sexually harass me. You’re too quiet. That doesn’t bode well for me.”
She was honest.
Why?
Because if this taught her anything, it was to just go to her husband if she had an issue.
Unlike Wynter.
“I thought finding out about Ridge on this plane would change how we had sex. I thought that maybe, you’d want me less.”
He went up on his elbow, and instead of trying to say anything, he let her talk. This was her moment to vent, and if she needed to be reassured, he would.
Sometimes, a person just needed to be heard, especially a wife.
Only, Bishop wasn’t the normal woman. As a cop, she rationalized things differently, and he’d learned as a lawyer to listen as well as talk.
“I honestly thought it would feel different. I was wrong. It felt the same. I feel better knowing that we’re good. We’re solid. I don’t want to lose my husband, and I certainly don’t want to make mistakes that I’ll regret.”