I want to say that bothers me, but honestly, these days? These days, with me running my own gallery and with Colm home every night, with no mysterious bruises, or bloodstains, or shadows haunting him? I couldn’t care less about how we look to a bunch of suits.
The gala is a celebration of Colm’s firm’s successes, along with official recognition from the US Government for his service to his country. I mean, it’s not every day a girl gets to sit at table with the wife of the Vice President, members of the government, and a few billionaires, and watch her jaw-droppingly hot husband receive glowing accolades for being a defender of his country.
But that all came after that night when he found me again. When he came for me, and took me away, and saved us both from the darkness that’d tried to tear us apart before. After that night, the Lucreta crime family went to jail.
Like, literally all of them.
The entire crime family from Don down to most of the lieutenants were locked up under international conspiracy charges. Forget the mob stuff, funneling money for and financing terrorists was enough for triple lifetimes for the whole lot of Colm’s ex employers. There were a few that scattered like rats when the CIA and Colm’s new intel firm came after them, but they didn’t get far. Not with Colm chasing them, and not when word on the street hit about the Lucretas helping fund terrorism. Yeah, even the criminals of New York City take a pretty hard line about that.
With the Lucretas gone, Wild Horse Intel moved to other projects. A corrupt ex-soviet general trying to sell dirty bombs on the black market in eastern Europe. A genocidal warlord in Africa hiding from authorities by blending in with local civilian populations. The worst of the worst, Colm went after them.
At first, I worried that he missed his old life. I worried that I’d tried too hard to “tame” him and turn a lion into a house cat. But all he did was grin and shake his head.
“Oh, you’re still gonna get the lion, baby girl,” he’d growled when I’d finally confessed my worry to him.
“Trust me on that.”
I was panty-less on kitchen floor with my legs around his waist and his name screaming from my lips about four whole minutes after that. And he’s right. The beast is still there, it just only comes out in ways that…
Well, very, very fun ways.
Like five minutes before we’re supposed to walk into an awards ceremony in his honor, parked in the alley behind the hotel in DC, in the back of the Mustang with my panties around my knees.
My fingers tighten in his hair, my cheek pressed to the window and my moans and his growls filling the car. Colm grunts, his hands sliding over my hips, my gown pushed around my waist as he fucks into me—harder, faster, deeper, groaning as his big cock swells even harder. He leans over me, his tux shirt half ripped open as his hand slides up my arm, fingers entwining with mine, pressed to the fogged-up window. His other hand slides under us, and when his fingers roll over my clit, I start to whimper louder and harder, thrusting back to meet him.
“You’re—oh God, Colm. You’re gonna make me come!”
He groans, fucking me harder and making me squeal in pleasure as he pounds into me.
“You wanna come for me, angel? You want to make that pretty little pussy flood my cock with your sweet cum?” He growls, grinding deep as I moan in ecstasy, my eyes squeezing shut.
“Yes,” I whimper, panting as I feel myself start to fall. “Come with me, Colm. Come for me!”
“You want this cum, baby girl?” he growls into my ear, his cock thrusting in and out, in and out, stretching me so deliciously, filling me so fucking completely that I can feel myself start to shatter.
“You want my cum deep in this tight little pussy? Because that’s where you’re going to get it, angel. And once I fill you up with every goddamn drop, I’m gonna pull these panties up tight against your little cunt. And then we’re going to walk in there, smile for the cameras, and go through the motions. But every damn time I look at you, I’m going to know that your sweet little pussy and your panties are messy with me.”
I cry out, fire sizzling through me, my whole body tensing up, ready to explode as he fucks me harder and faster, his filthy words blazing through me.
“And every damn time I see you, my gorgeous, perfect, incredible wife, knowing that my cum is dripping out of your freshly fucked pussy, I’m going to get so fucking hard. I’m gonna be so hard for you, baby girl, that I’m not sure we’ll make it through the whole thing.”