Untamed

It still surprised me some that I had taken the plunge, cut myself off from the pack, picked just one type of cereal to eat. Forever. But when the cereal in question was chocolate-coated chocolate flakes dipped in fudge and covered with chocolate sprinkles, it really wasn’t that much of a sacrifice.

A

Other girls…well, it was like drinking from the ocean with them. Sure, the momentary ache was gone, but I felt worse afterward. Thirstier. I’d just wanted A

A

“The tour…I decided to come with you. Gibson and I both. Plus Newbie. We’re all three coming with you.” She placed her hands on the sides of her stomach, outlining the shape of the baby in her belly. Our second kid. According to the doctors, it was another girl, but since those fuckers had told us Gibson was a boy right up until the day she was born, we weren’t holding our breath on this one. We’d know what the baby was when A

I shrugged. “Okay, sounds awesome.” Made no difference to me. In fact, it would make my life a little easier if she did come. I wouldn’t have to jack off so much. Although I might have to right now if she bent over again. Sweet Jesus, my wife is a fucking masterpiece.

A

She already had her shoes picked out for the day; she was holding them in her hand while she flipped through her fashion choices. They were black high heels that would make her legs look a mile long. I was getting hard just thinking of her wearing them. Why the hell hadn’t she put them on yet? She was teasing me…

Twisting her head to me, her long brown hair seductively curling around her shoulder, she said, “Kiera and Ryder are going too, so Gibson will have someone to play with…not that Ryder does much yet. He’s only nine months old. Still, at least she’ll have someone to keep her entertained besides us, you know?”

I nodded so she would think I was paying attention, but I really wasn’t. She’d mentioned Kellan’s kid and his super-rigid wife, but that was about all I got. I was too busy picturing what A

“There are two buses for the bands, plus Kellan and Kiera’s private bus. Matt is sharing a bus with Avoiding Redemption, but I think Evan is riding with Holeshot and that new band…Staring at the Wall. Kiera said we could stay on her bus if we want, instead of riding with the rest of the guys.” She looked back at me with a smirk on her lips. “Well, actually, what she said was Gibson and I could ride with her and Kellan…and if you had to, you could ride with us…for a leg or two. So long as they were short legs.”

That got my attention, and I glanced up from her outstanding ass to look at her amused face. “Fuck that. I’m riding you the entire time. Fuck whoever tries to get me off you.” She raised an eyebrow in question and I automatically shook my head. “You heard me right. I’m riding you.” I waggled my eyebrows to make it even more suggestive, in case she’d missed it. She hadn’t though. My wife had a mind nearly as dirty as mine.

A

Twisting around, she placed the dress against her body like she was modeling it for me. I tilted my head, like I was really deciding if I liked it. I wasn’t. Anything she wore was awesome, so I didn’t care what it was. I had another, far more interesting reason to act like I cared though, one that could pay off big for me. Before she even asked my opinion on the dress, I gave her one. “I’m not sure…I need to see the shoes first.”

She set the shoes down and started to slip the dress on but I stopped her. “No, no…just the shoes.” I kept my voice intentionally low and husky. A

Goddamn, she was so hot. Even eighty million months pregnant, she was the sexiest thing around. I wanted her to rip her underwear off and straddle me. She could leave the shoes on. Fuck yeah.

“I want you to strip and ride my cock,” I bluntly told her. “But leave the heels,” I added. One of the greatest things about being in a relationship with A

With an intrigued half smile on her lips, she sauntered toward me. She played with a long dark curl while she walked, and the throbbing in my pants got so bad, I had to give myself a good rub to make it simmer down.

“We’re late, baby,” she murmured, as she stepped in front of me.

“Fuck if I care,” I said, leaning back onto my elbows on the ottoman. Yes, do it. I want you.

Leaning over me, she placed her hands on my thighs to support herself, giving me an outstanding view of her cleavage. I bet the view of her backside right now was equally spectacular. Fuck. Why the hell weren’t there any mirrors in here? I needed to rectify that immediately.

“Matt will have your head if you’re late to rehearsal again,” she said. Then she licked her bottom lip and bit it. The soft skin shone in the lights, calling to me. I needed those lips on me. Everywhere.

“I don’t give a shit about what Matt does to my head. You, on the other hand…” I thrust my hips up a little, just in case she’d missed that i