Page 23

Lincoln

A tight coil of tension twists inside me, so close to snapping that I can practically feel it vibrating beneath my skin. Watching Isabel with Vera and Trey set my heart pounding in a way I’ve never experienced before. If you’d told me even a month ago I’d be in this situation—this place—I would’ve laughed in your face and said no fucking way.

But here we are. There’s something about this club, this atmosphere, that strips away every pretense, every boundary I thought I had. It makes me forget who I’m supposed to be and reminds me instead of what I crave. That hunger races through my veins, urgent and irresistible, demanding I do something about it.

So I seize the moment. My hands close around Isabel’s waist, and I pull her with me into a dimly lit alcove where a plush couch waits in the shadows. The sounds and lights of the club fade to a low hum around us, and in that secluded space, all I can focus on is the pulse thundering in my ears—and the look on her face when she realizes exactly what I have in mind.

“I need to be in-fucking-side you,” I whisper against her ear. “And I honestly don’t care who watches at this point.”

“Me either,” she clings to me as I fall to the couch, and pull her to straddle my lap.

I push her dress up her hips, and unzip my pants. “I fucking need you, Isabel. I need to be so deep inside you. I need your pussy wrapped around my cock.”

She gazes into my eyes, her breathing coming in short pants. “I need it too, Lincoln. Please fuck me.”

I kiss her, no longer caring who could be nearby. All eyes could very well be on us, and I don’t give a damn. All I know is if I don’t claim this woman right now, I’ll explode. There’s this intensity thrumming through my veins, making my cock harder than stone.

Isabel fishes my dick out of my pants, and gives it a quick stroke. “You’re so ready.”

I smooth a hand over her hair, before pulling her face closer. I rest my forehead against hers, our lips nearly touching. “You have no fucking idea,” I tell her as she lines my cock up with her pussy. I grip her hips under her dress and realize she’s not… fuck . “No panties? You came to this club not wearing any underwear?” My gaze locks on hers.

She gives me this sultry smile. “Nope,” she says, letting the ‘p’ pop.

“You naughty little thing.” I slam her down over my dick, letting me fill her completely up. “You came here already knowing I’d be fucking you at some point, huh?”

She rocks her hips, riding me. “Yeah, maybe.”

“You little slut,” I say with a short burst of laughter. “My wife, the slut,” I say, just in case anyone is listening. And the moment I call her my wife, I can feel her pussy grip me tighter. “Oh, you liked that, huh?” I ask her, lifting her up and slamming her back down over my cock. “You like it when I call you my wife? Or do you like being called a slut?”

She leans back, her dark tresses falling in waves down her back. “Both, oh god, both. I like being only your slut.”

I grip her by the throat, bringing her focus back on me. “You are my slut.”

She rocks over me once more, riding my dick as she licks her lips. It turns me on. Everything this woman does turns me on. “Oh, Lincoln,” she moans.

I glance over her shoulder, noticing Vera and Trey watching us, and I pull Isabel closer so I can whisper into her ear. “We’ve got an audience.”

She turns to look behind her. “Oh…” and I can’t tell how she feels about being watched. I grip her throat a little tighter, bringing her attention back to me.

“Are you okay?”

“We should invite them over?”

My cock hardens at her words, and I’m not really sure how I feel about any of this. All I know is I can’t stop. “You want to show them what a good little slut you are?”

She drags her plump lower lip between her teeth. “Yeah,” she breathes out, and I glance over her shoulder, locking eyes with Trey.

I motion for him to join us, and they’re all too eager as they hurry over.

“You two are so hot,” Vera says as she pushes Trey down to sit next to me. She mirrors Isabel’s position by straddling her own husband. “You’re also so ahead of us.” She makes quick work of Trey’s pants and slides over him. She moans out loud, making a show of it as he pushes inside her.

If anyone’s watching from afar they won’t be able to see anything because the women are still fully dressed, and their dresses hide all the action, but we know.

Isabel continues riding me, her hands resting atop my shoulders. She leans closer to Vera, giggling as she whispers something into her ear.

“Care to share?” Trey asks, his hands resting on Vera’s hips.

Vera smiles at Trey and then locks eyes with me. “Isabel thinks we should tie your hands up to the bar above your heads.” Vera giggles as her and Isabel share a look.

“Isabel,” I warn, not liking the idea of not having control of my hands if something happens. We’re not safe, and losing the ability to get her to safety quickly if a problem arises scares the shit out of me.

Isabel leans closer to my ear. “I think it’ll be fun,” she whispers. “I won’t let anything happen.”

I know what this is. It’s all about trust. I need to trust her. I keep telling her she’s this badass woman who can handle things by herself. I need to treat her as such. I nod, and slowly raise my arms above my head. “Do what you will,” I say.

Trey follows suit, frowning as he says, “I was hoping I’d get to touch and have a little fun too.”

Vera kisses his lips briefly. “Now we get to have all the fun.” She removes his tie, and gets to work on binding his wrists to the bar above our heads.

Isabel sucks in a deep breath, slowly removing my tie from my neck. She jerks her hips forward as she ties my wrists above my head. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to my husband.”

As soon as our hands are bound above our heads, Vera hisses slowly, cocking her head toward Isabel.

“Trey’s been begging me to kiss you,” she says, cupping Isabel’s cheeks and sliding her lips over Isabel’s mouth.

They’re kissing, and my heart pounds wildly in my chest, watching with rapt fascination. They both begin to rock their hips, and the feel of Isabel’s pussy gripping me tighter has my breathing coming out in short spurts.

“That’s it, Isabel. Show them what a slut my wife is,” I growl out, feral and nearly out of control.

She rocks against me harder, faster, and soon we’re both lost in the feel of each other. I no longer worry about Trey and Vera, only my own wife. I mean, Isabel.

Fuck, I’d be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch to be able to call this woman my wife. It’s a goal I strive for. One day, she will be my wife.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

“Come for me, only me.” I lock eyes with Isabel, and she moans as her release finds her. She keeps rocking against me, and she leans in, to where our foreheads rest against each other. “Only ever for me,” I whisper.

She kisses me as her body calms. However, my body’s only coming alive. I breathe her in as every cell in my body vibrates with desire. This woman has completely done something to me. I’m so close to coming undone in her arms. “I’ll only ever come for you, Lincoln,” she whispers.

My eyes lock on hers as pleasure races through my body, starting as a gentle tremor and then surging with a powerful rush. My breath hitches, and for a heartbeat, all I can think about is the fierce possessiveness coursing through me. She’s mine—completely, undeniably mine. The thought only makes my release more intense, until I’m trembling with a dominance that settles hot in my veins.

Eventually, our breathing slows and reality drifts back into focus. My gaze shifts to Trey and Vera just as they, too, ride the end of their own pleasure. The air feels heavy with satisfaction and a newly shared understanding, but my attention snaps back to Isabel in an instant. Something has changed between us—something I don’t entirely understand yet, but I can already feel how deeply it’s carved itself into my bones.