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“The lead singer always makes me think she may have had a fucked up life,” Rachelle sighs. I’m going to have to remember to call her Rachel when we get to campus, but right now I’ll drown in her words. “My mom took me to see them once and they’re amazing in concert. I even got to speak to them.”

“They’re currently touring,” Theo murmurs, grabbing his phone to make a note to see where. His entire life is a series of notes. “I don’t know if you’d be interested in going to see them, but they’re making the rounds in the US.”

“Ugh, I don’t know,” she says with the saddest smile. “I don’t know if I could handle all the people. It’s enough to know you like them too. Their music is incredible and I have technically seen them in concert.”

Theo nods before putting the vehicle in reverse. We’re going to have to hustle to get her setup in her room and make it to class. Pulling out my phone, I open the library’s website at UCSB and reserve a room for her. Okay, we’re good.

I can cause chaos now.

“Wife,” I drawl, squeezing her hand.

“Really?” she asks. “You’re really enjoying this moment. I didn’t get a wedding or anything. It’s fucking rude, Jared.”

“Are you saying you want a wedding?” I tease her, moving my face so I can rub my nose against hers. “You should be really careful about what you say to me, baby. I’ll take it to heart and make it happen.”

“Said like a man with too much money,” she mutters.

“Nope,” I deny. “I’m a man with just the right amount of money to be very dangerous and equally indulgent of his new bride.”

“You’re too much,” she says, grinning.

Elijah smirks because we’re taking care to live within our means, which is still a lot of damn money. Calvin won’t let us pay him until we can show him that we’ve been in the green for a full year. I am surrounded by very stubborn people.

I’m damn lucky to be.

“I am exactly enough, thank you,” I tease her. “This leads me to some things I wanted to talk to you about while living with us.”

“This should be good,” she says, her head resting back as she gazes at me with a bemused smile.

“As your husband, I want you to sleep with me,” I tell her. At her widened eyes, I chuckle. “I mean, I won’t say no to sex, but those aren’t strings I want to attach to this. Theo, Elijah, and I have our own rooms, but tend to sleep in the same huge bed together.”

“And you expect me to sleep in it,” she says.

“My hands do tend to roam,” Theo purrs as he drives.

Her body isn’t as tense as it was when she walked out of the house, which is a plus. Her lips though, say that she’s going to be a brat about this.

It’s a good thing I enjoy the chase, and the taming of brats. Bring it on, wifey.

“I am partial to finding myself sleep walking my way to sucking cock,” Elijah murmurs. “I’ve never slept next to a girl before. I wonder if I’ll wake up to your cream squirting all over my face.”

I can’t help it, I’m both incredibly turned on by that imagery and impressed. While I’ve had sleepovers after a party here and there, Elijah wasn’t a fan of it. He would fuck it and quit it. Theo was the same way, and typically only teachers.

“Elijah,” Rachelle gasps, blushing. There’s an odd look in her eyes. I wonder if she’s ever experienced it before. “I don’t think that sleep oral is a thing!”

“It is for him,” I say with a smirk. I’ve woken up to my dick or Theo’s in Elijah’s mouth many times. Now that Rachelle is in our house, it’s happening more often.

Just her presence has helped us. She has no idea, but that’s okay. She doesn’t need to. The sun doesn’t need to be thanked for its life giving properties. We’ll gladly bask in her glow.

“Get ready to get to know us on a whole new level,” Theo says, grinning. “What other rules do you have for your wife, Jared?”

“You’re all enjoying this entirely too much,” she mutters.

“Well, there is the usual. You’ll continue your exercises with Theo in the pool, and have dinner with us. We have weird schedules with the club, but even if it’s second dinner for you, we’d like to eat with you,” I tell her.

Her lips twitch at my creation of a meal.

“Anything else, husband?” she asks.

“I’d like you to come see the club,” I say finally, thinking about how matter of fact she was about never being able to attend a concert. “I was thinking on a slower night it might be better. We’ll keep you well occupied.”

Elijah snorts and I roll my eyes. We own a sex club, so of course his mind would go straight to the gutter. I’m sitting with two brats.

“I didn’t mean it sexually, but I’m sure I could work out some consequences for you Elijah,” I say.

The brat in question winks at me as he adjusts his cock in his pants. We’re almost to the university, and he knows that any funishment will have to wait.

“Are you proposing a red ass and a sore hole or two?” he asks.

Rachelle gazes between us as if trying to figure out what’s happening.

“Oh, I’m sure there’s lots of things I could find in our dungeon at the club to offer correction,” I say.

“Daddy, I love when you tease,” he says with a laugh as Theo finds a parking spot.

Kissing a shocked Rachelle on the temple, he grabs his bag and pushes open the door the second the SUV is in park.

“I’ll see you later, baby. I gotta run before he decides he wants to fuck my ass raw. I can’t be late!”

Elijah is gone in the next breath, and Rachelle’s head swings to look at me as the door closes behind him.

“It’s definitely never boring here,” she says, smirking as I reach across her to unlock the seatbelt.

“Never,” I agree. “Come be a very good girl for me, and I’ll let you watch the way I punish bratty boys.”

“What about girls?” she asks before she can hold back the words.

“You mean you?” Theo asks, opening his car door. “You’re the only female brat in our lives, Kitten. Lili doesn’t count. She’s yours and Ignacio’s. No offense, but she’s grown up to be fucking scary.”

“Sometimes, the scary people are the safest,” she says.

Unable to hold back, I sink my fingers into her hair and steal a kiss.

“Remember that, wife,” I growl against her lips. “Our leashes belong to you. We aren’t dangerous to you, because we will burn everything down to keep you safe.”

“The inferno was a beautiful thing I heard from our mole in the FBI,” Theo says, getting out of the car.

“See?” I ask, my thumb rubbing over her bottom lip. “My wife deserves the world, not just the slice she thinks she can handle. That means, we’ll do anything we need to get you to a place where you can be yourself.”

“I’m dead,” she reminds me.

Growling, I devour her lips, taking care not to hurt her. The hard bite on my lip makes me gasp as I open my eyes. Her gorgeous orbs glitter with mischief as she releases it.

“Two brats,” I rumble. “Come on, wife. I have to drop you off at the library.”

Tugging her out of the SUV with our bags, I don’t even bother to wipe my mouth. I’ll carry my fucked up lip like a badge of honor. My wife has a fire lit up inside of her, and no one can tell me differently.

Rachel Denton is a goddamned queen. If anyone can handle the Kings, it’s her.