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“Go to sleep. I can’t fuck you anymore because my dick is sore.”
Chuckling, I buried my head under his chin and did my best to hold him tight. “Yes, Husband.”
15
COLT
QUIN’S squeal filled the house as I chased after him, running through the hallways of the second floor. His hip knocked one of the side tables and the vase of fake flowers toppled, but he caught it before the ceramic clattered to the floor, giving me enough time to reach him and wrap my arms around his waist. I lifted him as though he weighed nothing, hauling him over my shoulder. He screamed louder, wriggling in my hold.
“Let me down, you beast!” He laughed, voice echoing around the quiet hallway as he attempted to kick me lightly in the stomach, but I curled my right arm around his legs to stop him from moving. His dress rode up his pale thighs, round ass peeking out from under the hem, and my cock twitched at the delicious sight.
“You’re mine now, Red Riding Hood,” I teased, smacking him on the ass with my left hand, eliciting another shriek from him. “I caught you, and now I get my prize. You.”
“Oh my God, you’re such a nerd.” He slapped my back playfully and wriggled some more. “Put me down this instant, Husband, or I will send you to the spare bedroom for the night.”
“Lies, you wouldn’t dare.” I carried him through the hallway and down the stairs, his cute little ass wriggling more as he tried to get out of my hold.
“I thought Derek and his son were coming over tonight for dinner. We don’t have time for this, Matt,” he whined low in his throat.
Warmth spread through me, coiling in my stomach like a freshly fed and content snake. He’d started calling me Matt a few weeks ago, and while I’d been surprised at first, I’d run with it. No one else had ever called me anything except Colt because I’d hated the name Matthew, but when it came out of Quin’s mouth, it seemed perfect. The right to call me that was his and only his.
“I can fuck my wife quickly enough before my work partner shows up.” I petted the back of his upper thigh and over the swell of his asscheek. He had a thong on, giving me ample room to play with the bare skin. “Fill you up so you’ve got my cum leaking out of you while you serve us dinner.”
“Oh my God, no!” He slapped me harder on the back and laughed. “Absolutely not. This is Derek. I won’t do that to Derek.”
I rolled my eyes and put him back down on the floor when I reached the bottom of the stairs. I stared at him, tucking a piece of his dark hair behind his ear and smiling. Quin and Derek had met a couple of months ago, when Quin and I were about two months into our relationship. Derek had demanded to meet my new wife, and when he’d come face-to-face with Quin, Derek hadn’t shown an ounce of surprise. He’d taken the information that Quin was happily a man, identifying as male, and also my wife in stride. Quin and Derek had become good friends in no time, to the point I’d had to warn Derek to stay away because Quin was mine.
They thought it was hilarious.
Since then, they regularly stayed in contact. When I was at work for too long, Quin texted Derek with the demand to send me home. Derek, of course, did as instructed because he thought Quin was good for me. “He’s a lot better than any of the women you’ve been in a relationship with.” To say he didn’t like Bethany was an understatement.
Now we had dinner every few weeks with Derek, but this was the first time he was bringing one of his sons, Kit. I’d met Kit multiple times, and he was a good kid.
“Fine.” I heaved a dramatic sigh. “I won’t fill you up with my baby batter, but only because it’s Derek.” I tapped him on the nose with the tip of my finger. “But, baby girl, remember who you’re married to.”
Quin glanced up at the ceiling and shook his head. “Every day you come up with something more disturbing to call your cum.” He snickered. “And I will remember. I know you’re my husband. You remind me every day, dear.”
I winked. “Good. Also, remember what I told you about Kit.”
He nodded, more serious now, mouth pursed. “He doesn’t know about Derek’s business, so we’re not talking about work tonight. No discussing any illegal activities.”
“Good girl.” I cupped his cheek and pressed a featherlight kiss on his forehead. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?” I smoothed my palm down his jaw and neck and over his exposed collarbone.
The dress he wore had a fifties-style vibe with a modern twist. It was red with white polka dots, fitted around his waist with a flowy skirt, and was completed with a halter neck, giving me ample bare skin on his shoulders, arms, and open back to place a range of kisses whenever I got the chance. His hair was pulled into a “classic updo,” as he’d called it after using YouTube to replicate it a few weeks back, and he’d finished the look off with a red-and-white polka dotted scarf he’d slid onto the front half of his head. His lipstick was a dark red, but the rest of his makeup was light and natural, accenting his beauty.
Overall, he looked delicious enough to eat, and I was almost sad we’d set up dinner with Derek and Kit.
He smiled at me and rubbed his palms over my black dress shirt at my chest, humming. “You look very handsome, Husband. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m not going anywhere.”
I drew him into a fierce kiss that had him mewling prettily against my lips. “Good,” I whispered once I was done smearing his makeup, which resulted in an annoyed pout. “Because you’re mine, baby girl. No one else gets you. You’re my wife.”
“Okay, caveman. You’ve proven your point.” He laughed, but his eyes darkened and he licked his lips. “Now, if you don’t mind, they’ll be here soon, and I have to fix my makeup. Thank you for that, by the way.”
I winked and leaned in again, but he danced out of reach and waved a finger at me, his deep red nails catching my attention. Then he was gone, back up the stairs to fix the makeup I’d ruined. The doorbell chimed, and I sighed. I should’ve finished work earlier so I could destroy him in that pretty dress, but that would have to wait until after dinner. Such a shame.
I stalked to the front door and opened it, grinning when I came face-to-face with Derek and Kit. “Hey guys, come on in.”
I shook Derek’s hand as soon as he crossed the threshold and took a long hard look at him. He stood tall with his shoulders back. We’d been friends for a good while now, and I swear the guy had never aged past the day I’d met him. He had short salt-and-pepper hair, a hint of black stubble along his jaw, chin, and upper lip, and thick dark eyebrows. Derek’s most defining facial feature was a prominent nose that he’d somehow avoided getting smashed, even though I’d seen more than one person take a swing at him.
