“You’re going to pay for that,” he threatens.
I fight the desire to squirm in my seat but the heat in his words has me instantly turned on.
“Which part?” I ask innocently.
“All of it.”
I try to concentrate on Esme on stage with Bowie and Berke. She and Bowie are doing one of his songs. Berke is supposed to be backup but I think he’s just there to be visible to all available women. Wyn’s hand snakes further up my thigh until his fingertips are teasing me through my panties.
His warm breath on my neck makes me shudder and I know our part in the party is over.
“Let’s go, Caterpillar. We’ll send the car back for Berke and Ramsey. I’m interested in you riding me home.”
I think I’ve set the record on the fastest round of goodbyes. Berke rolls his eyes once I turn to him but the eye roll wasn’t for me.
“Who invited her nosy ass?” he grumbles after he swats my one-arm hug attempt. “I live with you, Bug,” he dismisses me on his way to the bar.
He always has me torn between laughing and punching him. But that doesn’t matter when Wyn's lips connect with the nape of my neck. I say hello and goodbye to Sienna who’s dressed in a tight cream crop top with a matching body contouring skirt. Her black hair is parted on the side and is cascading in inky waves around her shoulders. She bends slightly to hug me since her heels make her taller than me.
She’s stunning as usual but I have a date with my husband's dick. I can like her pictures on Instagram after.
Wyn whispers something to the driver as I climb inside. The partition is already in place and the music, Naked by Marques Houston, starts to blast. Wyn slides in facing me; he makes himself comfortable by spreading his legs. I watch as he unzips then unbuttons his pants. His right hand slides inside as he slings his left arm across the headrest.
“Remove your underwear. Slowly.”
He watches as I fulfill his request. He bites his bottom lip as I instinctively give him the next thing he wants. Wyn licks his lips when I open my legs for his entertainment. Without a word, he frees his erection. His fist slides along his hard dick making my mouth water.
“What do I want, baby?” His eyes, dark and full of lust, connect with mine and dares me to move.
I close the space between us, slide down his length and moan as he fills me. His eyes roll back as he grabs my hips.
“A fucking good student,” he sighs as I ride him.
Wyn’s grip tightens once I find my rhythm. One of his hands moves to my hair and pulls my head back. His beard tickles me as he attacks my neck. He’s below me but is in total control.
“I saw your curiosity,” he informs me with a thrust that has me crying out. “I’ll fuck you so good you’ll think there’s two of me.”
He pulls at the bodice of my dress until one of my breasts pop out. My walls clench in response to his teeth sinking into my hard nipple. My cries unlocked his wild side and he takes full control. I brace one palm on the roof and the other digs into his shoulder. I give in, allowing him to fuck me until I fear I’ll pass out.
Wyn kept his promise. I feel as if he’s all over me, touching me everywhere as the delicious heat floods my body. My eyes flutter closed but he stops me.
“Look me in the eyes, Imala. Pay attention to the only man who can make you fall apart and pull you back together.”
When our eyes meet, there’s only one sentiment I can express.
“I love you.”
He smacks my ass then squeezes both of my ass cheeks as he cums. We remain connected as we both fight to catch our breath. He’s right. Only Caerwyn has the power to make me feel so much.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Imala
Karessa and I watch as Esme stomps around her den like a person on a warpath. With her usually neat hair wild and her body still being donned in pajamas after noon, I know she’s in her version of distress. Since we just saw each other the night before, I must assume this is either tabloid related or about the guy from last night.
She releases a irked shriek then thrusts her phone at us. Prizm Online has a picture of her sandwiched between Bowie and Berke with the headline. Rock Bottom?
The article goes on to suggest that the “wild LeClaire” is out of control since being dumped by Markos and is now in a poly-relationship with Berke and Bowie. It further suggests that she’s with them to remain relevant since both men are notorious for being in the media.