Page 27 of Beautifully Shattered (Secrets & Scars #3)

“Abbey,” Tyler sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Please stop calling me Mr Foster. I’m not your teacher anymore. I’m not anyone’s teacher anymore.”

“Fine,” Abbey slurs a bit, the alcohol clearly hitting her harder now.

“When Kitten… I mean Rhys… needs to be punished, I edge her,” Tyler explains with zero embarrassment. “When she’s a good girl , she gets rewarded.”

Rhys bites her lip and wags her brows. “FYI, I love being punished just as much as I love being rewarded.”

Abbey frowns. “I don’t get it.”

“That’s because you haven’t discovered kinks yet.” Rhys smirks.

Abbey’s cheeks blush bright red at Rhys’ comment.

“I have kinks,” she insists, a little too loud.

“Maybe you’ve had enough of this,” I mutter, gently prying the almost empty bottle of fruity vodka from her fingers.

“What kinks do you have?” Rhys leans in, eyes alight with mischief .

“I’m kinda curious too.” Lexi giggles, and Abbey’s gaze darts over her shoulder to her best friend.

“Well…” Abbey hesitates. “I think it’s a kink.”

“We don’t need to talk about this,” I jump in quickly, but then, JD fucking opens his mouth.

“Ohhh, it’s a kink alright.”

If Abbey was sober, she’d probably be mortified about this conversation, but since her inhibitions are clouded by the effects of alcohol, she just chatters away like this is a normal conversation to have.

“It is?” she asks JD, before turning her big doe eyes to me. “We have a kink.”

Her fucking smile is beautiful. I fucking love this playful side of her.

Sighing in defeat, I nod. “We do, Angel.”

“Oh my God! What is it? Is it feet? Sy has a foot fetish. The things he has me do with his feet, or someone else’s—” Rhys’ words are cut off as Tyler clamps a hand over her mouth.

“Kitten, I don’t think Simon would appreciate you sharing that.”

“Are you serious?” Lexi squeaks. “Simon’s into foot stuff?”

“Explains why he enjoyed rubbing your feet so much when you were in the hospital,” Ayden mutters, clearly not happy.

“Our kink isn’t feet.” Abbey scrunches up her nose. “It’s these.” She points to her tits.

Fucking hell.

“Angel.” I warn, but she fucking ignores me.

“Every guy loves tits, Abs. That’s not a fetish.” Lexi giggles, and Abbey shakes her head, staggering to her feet.

“I know that, Lex. ”

Before I can stop her, she cups her tits over her t-shirt, and fuck, they look full again. Swollen.

Shit, I guess it’s been a few hours since I’ve had my mouth on them.

“It’s the milk,” she admits, and everyone falls silent.

If Abbey notices, she doesn’t make it obvious as she continues palming her tits like they ache.

“My milk came in, and they hurt so bad. I have to express them so they don’t get engorged.”

Fucking hell. My heart just about stops as two dark wet patches bloom on her pink tee, spreading with every breath she takes.

“Angel,” I rasp, moving to her, but she waves me off and tilts her chin up like she doesn’t have a care in the world right now.

“Ringo loves the taste.”

Groans rise up from my club brothers, and JD snickers, wagging his brows as his eyes meet mine.

“Oh, shit.” Rhys jumps up, practically bouncing over, her gaze locked onto the wet patches on Abbey’s t-shirt. “Can I taste?”

“No!” I bark, and Tyler curses.

“Kitten, back away. She’s not yours to play with.”

“But I’ve never tasted breast milk.” Rhys pouts before glancing at me. “Is it sweet?”

I don’t fucking answer her, my eyes fixed on Abbey as she finally notices she’s leaking and everyone can see.

“Let’s head inside,” I murmur, reaching for my wife, but the wicked grin she flashes me has my club brothers groaning all over again.

“Is my husband thirsty?” she asks, her voice pure fucking sin .

“Who cares about him? I’m thirsty.” Rhys waves me off like I’m no one to bother with, and Abbey laughs.

Tyler stands abruptly, closing the distance between him and Rhys before fisting her hair and jerking her head back.

“If you’re thirsty, you can drink from my cock.”

Abbey’s mouth drops open, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and delight while my club brothers groan again, clearly missing access to the Doxies.

“Mr Foster!” Abbey squeaks. “That’s so… naughty!”

Lexi and Ayden burst out laughing, but fall quiet the moment Rhys drops to her knees.

“Fill my mouth up, Daddy.”

Abbey stumbles back, her expression curious but shocked, which gives me the perfect opportunity to snatch her up.

“On that note,” I growl, smiling at my club brothers’ cheers as I toss my wife over my shoulder.

When she squirms, I slap her arse and quickly duck inside before a fucking orgy starts up on the deck.

I’m not sure if that’s what Rhys and Tyler are into, but I do know my club brothers won’t complain.

As for Lexi and Ayden, when I glance back out the windows before heading up the stairs, I catch them rushing off towards the water.

I guess orgies aren’t their thing.

“Your arse looks good from this angle,” Abbey snickers, dangling upside down over my back.

“So does yours, Angel.” I palm it roughly, giving it a good rub, my cock already stiff as a board.

“If you carry me the other way, I’d be level with your dick,” she teases. “I could suck you off while you walk. ”

I chuckle at that, loving how playful she is right now, and hurry to our bedroom, closing us in.

“You’re funny when you’re drunk,” I say just before flipping her off my shoulder to the bed.

She looks disoriented as I quickly strip out of my clothes, but when she sees me getting naked, she reaches out with grabby hands.

“I want. Bring here. In mouth.”

I throw my head back laughing. “Angel, the first time you suck my cock is not going to be when you’re half fucking cut. I want you sober and feeling every last inch of it.”

She pouts adorably, but then presses her palm to her head, groaning. “The room is spinning.”

Yep, she drank more than she should have.

Grabbing her a glass of water from the little ensuite bathroom, I insist she drink it as I peel her clothes off, and then refill it again and pass her glass number two.

“Drink all of that,” I order, my gaze glued to her lips, “and then I’ll drink from you.”

“Ohhh, you’re making me so horny,” she moans, one hand slipping up her inner thigh as she chugs the water like a good girl.

She hasn’t even realised she’s not wearing panties. She’s still bleeding, but not as much as last week, and I don’t care if we mess up the sheet.

Fuck, I can’t wait to eat her cunt. To bury myself inside it and never fucking leave.

When she’s finished drinking, I refill the glass and set it on the bedside table, and before I can do anything else, my little minx has her hand wrapped around my cock.

“I want you in my mouth.”

Fuuuck, I want that too. So fucking bad. But we haven’t done that yet, and I don’t know if it’ll trigger her, so I want her fully present when we do that. Not drunk, frisky, and doing things she might not be ready for.

“Later,” is all I say, gently urging her to lie back, and she flops back lazily, lips pulled into a drunken smile.

“Are you gonna fuck me?”

My brows hitch. “You’re not too shy to say the word fuck while you’re drunk.”

She waves me off. “Maybe I should be drunk all the time. It feels good.”

“I’m sure it does.” I chuckle, shifting over her, drinking in her beautiful face, so free of the pain she’s been suffering through. “But I’m not fucking you tonight. You have to wait four more weeks.”

She pouts, and, fuck it’s adorable.

“Are we gonna come, at least?”

Smiling, I nod. “You bet your arse we’re gonna come.” I palm her tit, and she arches into my touch, her lids fluttering closed. “You first.”

Sliding down her body, I take my time before sealing my lips around her nipple. She gasps as I flick my tongue over the pebbled peak, her fingers lacing into my hair.

When I suck, feeling the rush of warm milk spray into my mouth, hitting my tongue as the sweetness rouses my tastebuds, she cries out, arching like she’s trying to get her nipple deeper into my mouth .

As I suck, drawing milk from her, my fingers trail lower, to her clit. She parts her legs wide, a clear invitation, and rolls her hips trying to direct my fingers to her entrance.

Fuuuuck. Not yet.

I can’t penetrate her yet. Despite how much she wants it. Despite how much I want it.

So I suck harder, my fingers circling faster as I dry hump the side of the fucking bed, every ounce of me aching for her. The moment she screams out her release, my cock jerks and I start coming too, spilling my seed down the side of the mattress and onto the fucking floor.