Page 32 of Ly to Me (Devils of Alliston Springs #1)

Carver

The Gun

L yra was still in my arms on the dancefloor, those beautiful chestnut eyes of hers fluttering down to my lips, then darting away.

The last time we kissed, it had been in private, right before I made her come on my knife.

The next time we kissed, I wanted her to be the one to initiate it.

To toe it past that line she drew in her damn head and jump right over it.

Her breaths quickened as I swept my lips over hers, a hair's breadth away from locking. All she had to do was give in.

Give in, sweetheart.

Her palms flattened on my chest as she rolled back on her heels, creating inches of separation that only made me more fucking desperate for her.

“I need a drink,” she said on an exhale and stepped away from my hold. My suddenly cold hands fell to my sides, fingers itching to fix this shit between us, and I had a good idea of where to start.

I searched the rest of the crowd, skirting over the couples that were swaying to some sappy country song I grew up hearing more than a million times.

My hands didn’t stop curling into fists at my sides until I found her, standing right at the edge of the crowd with a glass in her hand—Tina. No, Christina?

Ah, fuck it.

Retribution needed no name.

All I had to do was cock a smirk and tip my chin toward the bathroom to get her bony ass to turn and head there. If she wanted to mess with my wife, I’d show her just how much I could turn those tables.

With her gone, I found Lyra next, who was shockingly alone at the bar, swirling a glass of amber liquid in her hand. I came up behind her, brushing her hair over the slight curve of her shoulder. And just like that, the warmth was back.

She let out a sigh. “Can’t you give me a break?”

I grinned and pressed my lips to her neck, not missing the squirm of her body and the quick fluttering of her pulse. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” she quipped. I slid my arm around her waist and she groaned. “I’m serious, Carver. You’re making my head spin.”

I took the glass from her fingers and slid it to the side. “C’mon. I want to help with that.” I pressed my firm erection against her ass, and her head tipped forward, resting on her splayed fingers. “I promise, I’ll be a real good boy.”

Lyra shook her head into her hand and sighed. “Fine.” She tossed a hand over her shoulder and I twined my fingers through hers, then pulled her through the bar to the back. “I really don’t want to be in the bathrooms again, Car.”

I smirked as we neared the door. “I promise, this time, you do.”

“I highly doubt—”

“Car? Is that you?” A saccharine voice trilled through the bathroom the moment I opened the door.

“Christina,” I said.

“It’s Sabrina, remember?” Sabrina’s arms crossed over her chest, then her whole body stiffened as I finished pulling Lyra through the door behind me.

“Nah, I actually don’t. But maybe my wife does. You met her?” I grabbed the wet floor sign and propped it against the outer wall, then kicked the door closed the rest of the way and flipped the deadbolt, locking us in.

“Wife?” Sabrina’s eyes glued to the door. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Lyra threw her arm toward her. “You thought locking me in here with her was going to help?”

“Help?” Sabrina questioned. “I don’t need help. And I’m not talking to her.”

If both women had claws, I’d put my bet on Ly winning the fight. She looked ready to tear Sabrina to shreds, even without them. Good .

“Ly, go sit on the counter.” Her eyes cut to me, and I gave her a look that said try me before she gave in and followed my orders.

“I’m leaving.” Sabrina stepped closer to the door, and I pulled my gun from my waistband.

Sabrina shrieked, and Lyra muffled her laughter with her hand.

My crazy, beautiful wife.

“You’re both insane!”

Lyra held up her hands. “I have nothin’ to do with this.” The look she gave Sabrina was anything but innocent.

Sabrina’s eyes stayed trained on the gun in my hand. “You’re just gonna let him do this?”

“I don’t let him do a damn thing.”

I groaned and pointed the gun at the woman who was too dense to get it. “Move, and I’ll use this on you instead of her.”

Sabrina’s face paled over. “You’re going to shoot your wife?”

I chuckled. “Funny. But, no.” Lyra straightened on the counter as I turned away from Sabrina and prowled closer to her. “Lean back, sweetheart,” I said, dropping my voice. Lyra hesitated, then listened. I pressed the pistol lightly to her inner thigh. “Spread.”

“Car—”

“Do it, Ly.”

“Jamie was right—you are fucking crazy,” Sabrina murmured.

“Yet, I’m not the one pissing off the person holding a gun, am I?” I kept my attention on my wife, but raised the gun in the other direction. “Some would say that’s pretty crazy, don’t you think?”

Sabrina’s silence allowed me to turn the gun back on my wife, using the muzzle to caress her thighs. She tossed her head back against the mirror and spread her legs further apart.

“Such a good girl you’re being,” I praised Lyra as I stepped to the side, allowing Sabrina full and unadulterated access to see my wife. To see how I made her feel, even if they were both in denial about it. I heard a gasp as my gun met the edge of Lyra’s panties.

Her very soaked panties.

“Car,” she breathed out, her eyes closed, but not straining.

She was enjoying this already.

“Keep your eyes on me,” I ordered, tapping Lyra’s clit with the barrel. Her eyelids fluttered open, fighting against the weight like she was in a daze.

“I don’t need to be here for whatever fucked-up—”

I glared over my shoulder at the bitch who couldn’t keep quiet. “You will listen and watch as I make my wife come, and you will stay silent, or I will put a bullet through your body.”

I turned back to my wife and swiped the barrel over her center, reveling in the breathy moan she let out. With my other hand, I reached for the knife sheathed in my pocket and pulled it free.

“Stay real still for me,” I directed before sliding the tip of the knife to the edge of her panties. She gasped but remained still as I pushed the thin material to the side, exposing her to me and the pathetic woman who thought she could ever measure up to Lyra.

Lyra’s legs slid further apart, welcoming the touch. “Such a beautiful pussy,” I praised. “You want to ride my knife again, sweetheart?”

She nodded in short bursts.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Please,” she begged, her voice low.

“Please, what?” My cock hardened, but I reminded myself that this wasn’t about me and flipped the knife in my hand.

The thin column of her throat worked. “Please, make me come, Car.”

I grinned and leaned forward, brushing my lips over her neck. “The way you beg has me so fucking needy for you.” I tipped the handle to her entrance, edging it inside her while my gun’s muzzle toyed with her clit.

“Car, please,” she moaned, bucking her hips closer. “More.”

“Whatever you want.” I nipped along her jawline, groaning into her flushed skin as I worked the handle inside her. Her gasps picked up as I worked the two in tandem, pumping the handle in as I rotated the gun, then twisting the gun back as I pulled the knife out.

In, out. In—

“Please, just let me out of here!” Sabrina cried from the floor, reminding me she was still here.

I took the blade from Lyra’s cunt, the handle glistening in the bathroom light as I turned and flung it right beside Sabrina’s head. She shrieked and her eyes widened to where the knife was now lodged into the drywall, an inch from her skull.

“Fuck,” I groaned and briefly tossed my head back. “My wife was really enjoying that.”

“You’re fucking—”

“Crazy.” I chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Got it.” I tapped two fingers to my temple, swiped them down my jaw, then tapped them on my lips in contemplation before giving up and shrugging.

“Guess you’ll have to watch me get on my knees for her instead.

” Truthfully, I didn’t care that Sabrina was so clearly covering her tear-soaked eyes the whole time.

I’d rather keep Lyra’s body to myself than ever share it.

It was the sounds of Lyra’s pleasure that would really get my point across.

No one fucked with my goddamn wife.

“Hold this, sweetheart.” Lyra’s stunned face as I passed her the gun only made me harder. It was a sight I wanted to see again—her, with my gun as I got on my knees…and soon. I needed to wake up to the sight every morning before my blunt and coffee.

Lyra tipped the gun to the side. “What do I do?”

“Don’t shoot me!” Sabrina yelped, cowering back more.

“Oh, shut up,” Lyra drawled as I lowered myself in front of her, placing each of her legs over my shoulders with the stupidest grin on my face. “He wasn’t gonna shoot you and neither am I.”

I squeezed her thighs. “Ly, now she’s just gonna—” The lock clicked open, and Sabrina bolted through the door. Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Do that,” I finished.

Lyra’s face paled over. “Is she going to tell someone? The owner? Should we—”

“No,” I growled and yanked her to me. “She won’t tell a soul out there.”

“What if someone walks— oh, fuck.” S he moaned as I sucked her clit into my mouth.

“Better hurry and come on my tongue, then.” The gun clattered to the floor as I went to work—devouring her perfect little cunt.

Her fingers speared into my hair, and those claws of hers finally came out, digging into my scalp.

She moaned as I thrust my fingers in and curved them up, then pressed forcefully.

“You want to know somethin’?”

“Now?” she asked incredulously, chest rising and falling as she clung to the mirror for dear life.

“Now's as good as ever, I suppose.” I kept my fingers deep inside her, stroking her over and over, then swiped my tongue over her clit, making her buck up against me. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

“Car, I can’t even”—her words came out clipped, breaths ragged—“think.”

“I haven’t done this to anyone else.”

Her body stiffened, and to keep her from getting mad, I started pumping my fingers harder.

If I could make her bleed for me again like she’d done the first time we were together, only this time by thoroughly fucking her with my hand and mouth, I would.

But I wasn’t lying. Going down on a woman felt like submission—not that I was against that.

I just refused to submit to anyone else.

To get on my knees and thoroughly worship a woman was something I’d waited ten years to do again.

And admitting that aloud had been just as eye-opening to me as it probably was to her.

“You’re good at this.” She started grinding against my face and pulling me closer by the death grip she had on my hair.

“Easy to be good at things you enjoy.” Her walls clenched my fingers at either my words or my actions. So, I did both again. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me taste more of you.”

“My god!” Her orgasm ripped through her, drenching my fingers as her tight pussy convulsed. I pulled my fingers free and replaced them with my tongue, her arousal coating it in delicious waves. She moaned louder and threw her head back against the mirror.

I finished devouring every last drop before allowing a deplorable grin to spread.

“I’ve been called a lot of things, Ly.” Her hand slumped from my hair as I stood and prowled over her, pushing a few strands of hair away from her damp forehead.

Lyra’s eyes refused to open, too lost in the aftershocks.

“And I think being your god is the only one I care to keep.”