One year later…
Rule
“You know what today is, right?”
That was the question Laikyn pelted at me when I walked into the bathroom.
I’d been home all of ten minutes, searching this monstrosity of a house for my wife, only to find her in the one place she shouldn’t be.
“It’s Monday,” I answered.
“Yep. What else?”
The bathroom was as big as a standard house, so I had to bypass three sinks, the sauna, the bathtub, her makeup station, and an awkwardly placed seating area—I mean, seriously? Who needed seating in the bathroom?—just to get to the shower. The only reason I didn’t complain about the weird chaise in the middle of the bathroom was because it happened to be one of the places Laikyn liked to fuck. Then again, that pretty much described every horizontal surface in this house. In the past four months, ever since we moved in, we’d been working to christen every one of them. Twice.
Finally, I reached the shower. Although, I wouldn’t call it a shower as much as a rainforest. She’d had it designed herself. It was big enough to hold a couple dozen people with enough shower heads to accommodate them all. It was made entirely of glass—the ceiling, the floor, and the three walls. It jutted out from the house and overlooked the ocean beyond. The only thing that made it private was the strategically placed plants that kept anyone on the beach from looking up here and seeing my wife…
Ah, hell.
“It’s our anniversary,” Laikyn said, grinning from where she reclined on the large teakwood bench that sat in the very center of the rectangular space.
“And you thought you’d celebrate by molesting the showerhead?”
“I thought I’d start celebrating that way, yes.” Her smile grew. “I also invited some people over.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, cupping her breast with one hand while aiming a pulsating stream of water between her legs.
“Where’s Jinx?”
“Downstairs.”
Her lower lip puffed out in a pout. “I was hoping I could convince you both to join me.”
“Looks like you’ve got it all taken care of.”
It wasn’t an accident that she tilted her leg outward, giving me a perfect glimpse of her glistening pink folds.
“I really think you should join me,” she rasped, her eyes closing as she focused the water on her clit. “Oh, God.”
I was good at many things, but resisting her wasn’t one of them. And when she did shit like that … putting herself on display simply to get a rise out of me, I really couldn’t resist her.
Rather than waste time stripping, I toed off my boots and left them on the floor before walking into the shower with her. I stirred the steam as I moved closer, the water raining from above, soaking my clothes.
“Please,” she whimpered, her eyes tracking me as I came to stand between her spread legs.
“You want my cock or my tongue?”
“Both.”
“You know what that means, right?”
Her eyes flashed with heat. “It means you make me come with your tongue and then fuck my ass with your cock.”
God, I fucking loved this woman.
I dropped to my knees and shoved the shower sprayer out of the way. Gripping her legs, I buried my face between them, diving into her sweet pussy.
Her back bowed, and she curled her fingers in my hair, holding my head as I feasted. It took only a minute to make her come because she was primed for detonation.
“One more,” I told her.
She whimpered and moaned, enduring the sensual assault because she loved every second of it.
I coaxed her through two more orgasms using my tongue and my fingers before I helped her to her feet.
I smacked her sexy little ass. “Get some lube.”
While she traipsed across the bathroom, dripping water everywhere, I turned off the water, stripped off my clothes, and left them in the corner of the shower. She returned with a small bottle of her favorite lubricating oil. She had a stash of them. In fact, Laikyn had an entire closet dedicated to sex toys. To say she was open to new things was an understatement.
I pointed to the taller end of the tantric chair—a fancy word for a chaise that accommodated every sexual position you could think of.
“Bend over.”
She wagged her cute little ass at me before draping herself over the rounded cushion.
“I thought we were—” Jinx’s sentence was cut off when he saw what we were doing.
“She was molesting the shower head again,” I informed him as I poured oil into my hands and rubbed them together.
“Want to join or watch?” Laikyn asked from her head down ass up position.
Jinx groaned.
“Tough question?” I asked as I lubed my cock.
I wasn’t waiting for him to decide. If she had invited people over—which I had no doubt she did—there was a good chance they would be arriving soon. I didn’t want to be rude and leave them unattended, but I damn sure wasn’t leaving this room without taking what my sassy wife offered.
Laikyn moaned when I pressed the head of my cock to her tight little rosebud. I pushed in slowly, admiring her sexy back and the way she rocked her hips to urge me deeper. My wife loved to get fucked. What she’d once used as a distraction had become an obsession, and rarely a day went by when she wasn’t luring one or both of us into her web.
Not that I was complaining.
“Did you know Creed’s here,” Jinx asked.
“He’s early,” Laikyn said with a moan.
“Early or not, he’s downstairs. Right now.”
“It’s an anniversary party,” Laikyn said, whimpering as she rocked back against me.
Our anniversary party.
I pulled out slowly, pushed in again.
“Fuck,” Jinx rasped.
His eyes were glazed as he watched as I slowly fucked Laikyn’s ass.
“Rule…” Laikyn moaned. “Oh, fuck yes. More.”
I smacked her ass and buried myself inside her, holding still for a moment as her ass clenched my dick. I wasn’t going to last long. Probably a blessing since there were people downstairs. Quite a few if Creed brought his crew with him. All here to celebrate our anniversary. One year ago, I married this woman with only two people present to witness it. Apparently, this year, I would be celebrating the day that had changed my existence with everyone we knew.
“Harder,” Laikyn hissed. “Or I’ll start screaming.”
I laughed, my cock pulsing inside her. “If you want an audience…”
“No,” she blurted. “I’m kidding, but … oh, God, Rule … yes.”
I began fucking her harder, deeper, faster. The fact Jinx remained nearby, observing, made it that much hotter.
When Laikyn started mumbling my name, begging me to make her come, I reached under her and found her clit, circling the sensitive nub as I pounded myself into her body.
I grunted, holding back as long as I could. When she finally cried out my name, her ass clenching around me, I drove into her one final time and came so hard I saw stars.
Twenty minutes later, after an actual shower that involved soap, the three of us were downstairs with the rest of our guests. More had arrived since Jinx had come upstairs. Creed and his crew, Knox and his, as well as Rhyan, Red Wally, and Willy, were all there to celebrate with us. It wasn’t an enormous affair, although, for us, it was big enough.
Or at least, I thought it was. Then the doorbell rang.
“Are you expecting someone else?” I asked Laikyn as Waldo ran toward the door in an effort to get there first.
She shook her head.
“Did you invite Monica?” I asked.
She laughed. “Not a chance.”
Although Laikyn and her mother were on speaking terms again, it hadn’t been an easy year for them. It got a little better when Monica finally admitted she’d only been engaged to the sneaky lawyer because she thought she was protecting Laikyn. No one bought her story, but it was the closest to an admission of guilt they would ever get from Monica. After that, Laikyn had decided to give her mother the child support that Jeremiah had left her, but she was doling out in monthly installments, exactly as Monica would’ve received if she’d gotten it when Laikyn was born. Needless to say, Monica wasn’t thrilled with that. She was even more upset that Laikyn had taken a chunk of it to pay off Monica’s debt, not trusting her mother to do so. A debt that didn’t involve my fee. I waived that one for her, a fact Monica didn’t even pretend to be grateful for.
I approved of Laikyn’s decision because it ensured I didn’t receive any late-night phone calls asking for my assistance since she owed money to some unsavory people. Provided Monica didn’t have any sexcapades that went horribly wrong again, our business relationship was officially over.
“I apologize,” Kieran said, appearing near the front door. “I know this is a family affair, but that’s a friend of mine.”
I frowned at Knox as he approached behind Kieran.
“Who is it?” Laikyn asked.
“Someone in need of your services,” Kieran said.
“You know he’s not for hire anymore, right?” Laikyn asked, sliding her arm in mine.
What Laikyn said was mostly true. I was no longer the Hollywood Fixer. Considering the number of sins I’d committed in my life, I didn’t balk when Laikyn asked that we stop committing crimes to protect rich idiots. Our services were more of the investigative kind, and we only took new clients, not any I’d done business with in the past. We still worked for rich people, and we still charged outrageous amounts of money when it behooved us to do so, but there was no longer a risk of us spending the rest of our lives in prison for our efforts.
“He knows,” Knox stated. “But we thought maybe you’d consider using your powers for good.”
“Goodish,” Kieran corrected.
Knox grinned.
Jinx opened the front door.
Kieran greeted the new arrival, shaking his hand and welcoming him inside. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I could possibly know him from.
“Rule, I’d like to introduce you to Ronan Kavanagh.”
“Kavanagh? As in Kavanagh Holdings?” Laikyn asked, her eyes darting between Ronan and me.
I wasn’t sure why she was looking at me. I wasn’t the one who had invited him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Ronan said in a thick Irish brogue.
“Ronan, this is Rule’s wife, Laikyn, and their husband, Jinx,” Kieran supplied, ever the considerate host.
Ronan grinned, shaking Jinx’s hand. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the multiple spouse thing.”
“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it,” Kieran told him.
“Come in,” Laikyn said, gesturing for us to go somewhere other than the foyer.
I led the way toward the back patio, where everyone was congregating.
Ronan stopped in the living room and took in the artwork on the walls. He frowned as he moved from one image to the next before looking at Laikyn. “These are yours.”
It wasn’t a question.
“You’re the famous LM.”
“I am,” Laikyn said with a grin.
I grinned. The fact that Laikyn had opted to use only her initials as her official artist name amused me. She said she was trying to do something different. That started when she took Montgomery as her last name at Knox’s request. I guess, in theory, it had been more of an emotional plea than a request. To say Knox had grown close to his sister was an understatement. They’d spent a lot of time over the past year getting to know each other.
I knew Laikyn’s decision to take her father’s last name partly had to do with the fact she wanted to distance herself from her mother, insistent that she was capable of making a name for herself without Monica’s help. And she had. It didn’t matter that she had billions in the bank or that her artwork was selling impressively well, Laikyn spent her days managing Delta June’s Los Angeles location, working directly for her sister-in-law. She spent her spare time teaching an art class for underprivileged kids, working alongside Journey and Primal Instincts to raise money for various charities. And when she wasn’t busy with those things, Jinx and I were monopolizing every second. She didn’t seem to mind.
“My sister has a couple in her apartment in New York.” Ronan turned to face me and then shook his head as though he hadn’t meant to get off track. “I apologize for crashing the party, Rule, but I’m in a bit of a time crunch. I’m needed back in New York.”
“What can I do for you?” I asked. It wasn’t so much an offer as it was my curiosity speaking.
“Let’s just say I need something fixed, and it’s my understanding you’re the best there is.”
“He is,” Laikyn told him. “But it’s going to cost you.”
Ronan smirked. “Money’s not an issue.”
Laikyn grinned. “Don’t I know it.”