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I jog around the front of the car, then climb into the driver’s seat and start the engine. Wordlessly, I shift the SUV intoDriveand head toward… somewhere unknown. I don’t want to go home right now, and I’m far too amped up to go out dancing or anything. I need to fuck, and it needs to be for a long time.
There’s a place I know, a hotel where I’ve booked long nights when I’ve felt like this. Hendrick isn’t the only one who had a habit of hiring women to enjoy hours with. Just because I didn’t tell anyone doesn’t mean I didn’t understand where he was coming from.
Before Shiloh and after, between relationships that were semi-exclusive, there were these women. Their time, bought and paid for, to spread their legs for me and offer me whatever I wanted.
Then I met my bride. I discovered she would spread her legs for me. Offer me whatever I want, but it’s more than that because I will offer her whatever she desires as well. She is everything to me.
Every-fucking-thing, and I didn’t think that was possible.
Claire was only supposed to be my prize. She wasn’t supposed to be everything.
She deserves better than this hotel, but selfishly, I want to give myself these memories. I want to dirty her in this place. I want to do things to her here that I wouldn’t necessarily do in our bed in our home.
I want to fuck her.
Dirty.
Pulling into the back of the hotel, I find my normal spot and look over at her. Claire’s eyes are wide, her head tipped backward as she studies the small three-story hotel, probably classified as more of a motel.
She doesn’t know that I have a room here, one I’ve been paying a nightly rate for the past year. I shift the SUV intoPark, open my door, and throw my legs over the side of the seat as I fish my phone out of my pocket and find the hotel’s app with the key as I make my way toward Claire’s side of the car.
Reaching out for the hand, I wrap my fingers around it and tug. I watch as Claire slides one leg over, then the other, her feet touching the asphalt. She stands, her head tilted back slightly, her eyes focused on mine, and then she speaks, but her voice is raspy and barely above a whisper. It’s sexy as fuck.
“What are we doing here?”
I could tell her. But I’m not going to. With a smirk, I shake my head a couple of times. I’m not going to give a fucking explanation as to why I’ve chosen this place. It’s a personal thing for me, and maybe one day, I’ll let her in on it, but that kind of debauchery doesn’t need to be spoken to my pretty little wife.
Even if I expose her to said debauchery tonight.
I guide her toward my room on the top floor, the seventeenth room. Room 317. I use my phone to let us inside. I wait for her to brush past me before I lock the door and turn to face her.
Claire has her back to me, but she doesn’t say anything immediately. “Take everything off. I want to see all of you,” I murmur as I flip the light switch on.
I won’t be turning down the lights tonight.
She doesn’t say anything but instead turns toward me, her eyes finding mine and holding my gaze. “Why are we here?” She finally speaks.
“Because I’m going to fuck you, hummingbird. And it’s going to be hot, sweaty, dirty, and just plain filthy. Not anything I want to bring into our bed at home.”
Her eyes widen, then her tongue peeks out and slides across her bottom lip before her teeth sink into the flesh there. Without a single fucking word, I watch as she begins to strip everything off her body until she’s completely bare for me.
Fucking perfect.
ChapterTwenty-Five
COLEMAN
I probably shouldn’t have toldmy wife that I was going to fuck her dirty in a hotel, but I did, and I am. If nothing else in this life, I am not a liar. I might be a murderer, a stalker, and a million other things, but I do not lie.
My father taught me a long time ago, during my training for the family, that lying was unacceptable. A man owns up to his actions, his promises, his vows. A man owns up to himself. His world. His words.
As my wife strips, I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s stunning—she’s mine. Once she’s bared to me, for me, she stands before me with nothing except a smile on her beautiful face. I take the time to strip myself out of my own clothes, unable to look away from her.
She’s not hiding anything from me right now. She’s giving me her every thought, and I take them, welcoming them, knowing that this is a vulnerability I haven’t quite earned yet. Once we’re both stripped down and bare, I take a small step toward her, then another, closing the distance between us.
Claire’s eyes widen with each step I take. I reach out and cup her cheek. Likely my one and only form of tenderness until tomorrow. Her tongue peeks out and slides across her bottom lip, wetting the plump flesh before she shifts her gaze to the side.
“Don’t look away,” I demand. “In fact, I want your eyes on me, always, hummingbird.”
