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I breathe deeply as I try to focus on maintaining at least some modicum of decency. But I’m overwhelmed by everything that’s happening. The loud music and his soft groans in my ear as he tries to maintain control. The feel of his lips at my neck. His groin pressed against mine and his hard cock digging into me as though to remind me what I have in store later. His soft, kisses. His powerful hands, one squeezing my ass as he pulls me to him while the fingers of his other one drive in and out of me.
“You’re dripping all over me,” he hisses in my ear. “I’m gonna make you scream my name in front of all these people, Red.”
“No, I can’t,” I mumble as I press my mouth against the hot skin of his throat. I part my lips as I kiss him softly, darting out my tongue and licking a trail over his damp skin. He tastes so good, I could lick him from head to toe.
A low growl rumbles in his throat. “If you don’t stop that, I’m gonna fuck you right here,” he snarls in my ear and I feel a rush of wet heat as I get closer and closer to that edge.
I look down and seeing Mikey’s hand beneath my dress, I imagine the muscles on his huge forearm flexing as he thrusts his fingers inside me and I come undone.
“Mikey, I’m gonna…” I can’t even finish my sentence as my orgasm crashes into my body like a subway train. As it does, Mikey’s free hand moves to the back of my head, and he keeps my face pressed into the crook of his neck, muffling my groans as the tremors roll through my core.
“God, you make me want to bury my cock in you so fucking bad,” he whispers as he rubs my clit softly while I cling to him, my entire body shaking as I come down from the epic high he’s just given me.
Chapter 25
Conor
Istare at the image on the computer screen with my mouth hanging open in shock and my cock straining against the zipper of my suit pants as I watch my deviant little brother making my wife come in the middle of our fucking nightclub. At first I wasn’t sure that was what he was doing. They could have just been slow dancing, but as soon as he pressed her face against his neck I knew.
I should have run down there and told him to stop, but I was rooted to the fucking spot. Anger burns through my veins that he would do that while people stood just inches away from her. That someone might see is bad enough. But somebody could have accidentally brushed up against her while he was making her come. Felt her trembling in that way that’s only for us. Heard her fucking soft, moans and whimpers. Got even the slightest scent of her hot, wet pussy.
If I had gone down there I might have punched him in the mouth, or even worse I might have joined in on the action - either way, I would have caused a huge fucking scene and none of us want that.
If I needed any further proof of what the two of them have just done, watching Mikey put two fingers in his mouth and suck them clean just gave it to me.
God, I am going to fucking kill him.
I walk to my office door and stick my head out. “Chester!” I shout to our head bouncer standing nearby.
“Yes, Boss?” He jogs over to me.
“Go find Mikey and my wife in the VIP area and tell them to meet me in the apartment. Now!” I bark.
“Yes, Boss,” Chester says with a nod before he disappears into the crowd.
I stand in Shane’s office as I wait for my asshole younger brother and my horny wife to get up to the apartment. I hear her giggling in the hallway and it makes the rage burn in my chest. I hold onto the back of Shane’s office chair, my knuckles turning white as I will myself to calm the fuck down before I say something I’m going to regret.
The two of them stroll into the room with smiles on their faces, her cheeks flushed pink still after she just came in a room full of complete strangers.
“Everything okay, Con?” Mikey asks.
“No it’s fucking not okay, you fucking selfish asshole!” I snarl.
“What the fuck?” he snarls back while Jessie stands beside him, blinking at me in shock.
“You just finger-fucked my wife in the middle of my fucking nightclub!” I shout.
Jessie’s cheeks redden further while Mikey scowls at me.
“No, I finger-fucked my wife, in my nightclub, jackass!”
“Hey!” Jessie tries to interrupt us but I ignore her and focus on him, because it’s easier to be mad at him than her.
“She is our wife, which means you don’t just get to do whatever the hell you want with her, Mikey.”
“What?” he walks toward me, squaring his shoulders as he approaches. “So, I’m supposed to ask your permission before I make my own wife come now, is that it?”
“You were in a room full of fucking strangers!” I shout, remaining behind the chair because if I step toward him too, I might just knock him on his ass.
