Page 106 of Praising the Pitcher

Me: Wonder what he’d think if he knew what was going on under that dress.

Me: And that you’re probably wishing it was your husband’s face buried between your thighs instead of that vibrator.

She reads the messages, her cheeks flushing just as he begins to talk to her. He doesn’t sit on the stool, but instead, leans his side against the bar.

Again, thinking he’s the goddamn man.

She smiles politely, nodding before she turns her attention back to her phone.

My wife: Come save me, would you?

After I read the message, I glance up to find her looking at me even though he’s talking to her, and before I can even think about it, I’m heading her way. My strides are long, fast, and deliberate because she asked for me to come save her, so fuck yes, I’m going to do it like some sort of superhero.

Fuck, I wish I had a cape … that would be hot later.

“Hey, babe,” I drawl, going to the other side of her and leaning in to kiss the top of her shoulder as I grip her waist. It’s territorial and probably immature, but I don’t give a fuck. “Ready to go?”

“Mhmm,” she agrees, smiling and bobbing her head up and down quickly. “Nice to meet you.”

There’s no hiding the disappointment in the fucker’s face, and I kind of love that I’m with the girl every guy in this room wants but will never have.

“Have a good night,” I utter to him, but my attention is only on my girl as she tries to slide from the stool as subtly as she can while her panties are silently vibrating against her hot cunt.

The right thing to do would be to turn them off and let her gather her bearings, but the heat on her cheeks, her dilated pupils, and her flushed neck are a sure sign she’s enjoying the fuck out of this. So even though she’s almost tripping over herself to keep it together, I leave it on. I do, however, grab her hand and pull her along with me.

“Real clever, Mr. King,” she murmurs, tucking her nose closer to my neck when we get out of the restaurant and into the lobby. “You’ve proven your point. I shall keep my feet to myself in public places.”

When an older couple is waiting by the elevator door, I turn the vibrations off, and right away, I can sense the disappointment on Gigi’s face.

“Nah, I just needed a reason to use these fun panties I found,” I whisper quietly with a wink, making sure the couple doesn’t hear. “Hope you’re enjoying them.” I kiss her hair. “You’re welcome to rub your feet, your toes, or any other part of your body on my dick anytime, Smoke. Truly, rub away.”

“In that case, the restaurant here looks nice.” She lifts a brow, pairing it with a smirk. “Care to find a corner table?”

“Fuck no,” I mumble, burying my face in her neck. “I reserved a room, wifey. And trust me … I plan to use it.”

There’s no covering the excitement in her eyes, and when the elevator opens and we step inside with the couple, I think they are the cutest pair I’ve ever seen and probably have been together for like two hundred years, but I can’t wait for them to get their old asses out of here so I can be alone with my wife.

And her vibrating panties …

When I push the door open, letting her inside first, she gasps as she looks around.

“Did you do all this?” she whispers in awe.

Closing the door behind me, I nod. “Maybe I did. Will that get me some extra brownie points?”

I had gotten here before her and came up to the room to find all the shit I had delivered. Flower petals, special bubble bath she loves scented like coconut, and champagne seeing as this is our honeymoon and all. Knowing we wouldn’t be downstairs for too long—because I know us all too well—I lit some candles too. And then I tried not to imagine them catching the entire place on fire the whole time …

She struts toward me, tilting her head to the side and stopping just in front of me. “Well, obviously.” She pinches my cheek. “I love my little overachieving husband.”

Her words make me bark out a laugh because she knows out of the two of us, she’s the overachiever. Sure, I’m over the top when it comes to her and football, but that’s about it.

Reaching down, I grip her waist. “Look at you,” I murmur, digging my fingertips into the tight fabric of her dress. “Looking good enough to fucking eat.” I take a few steps back, bringing her with me until the backs of my legs hit a chair and I sink down, pulling her between my knees and sliding my hands to her bare thighs. “You liked wearing these slutty little panties in the middle of the bar while I controlled how hard they vibrated against your cunt, didn’t you, baby?”

“Mhmmm,” she practically pants out. “Why don’t you let me sit on your dick so you can feel how good the vibrations feel.”

“Fuck yes, Smoke,” I growl, and within seconds, she’s kneeling, tugging my pants off greedily, and I help her get them off faster, needing to be close to my wife. She doesn’t stop there, continuing to unbutton my shirt, practically ripping it from my body.

When I’m in my briefs, I turn her around and unzip her tight black dress, letting it fall to the ground and leaving her in her sexy black bra and lace thong. I can’t help but palm her ass, wishing I could bring it right to my mouth because fuck, it’s so hot and I love eating her ass.