At The Club
Mia fists my shirt, pulling me in the direction of the dance floor.
“Let’s go dance, babe.”
“Angel.” I shake my head, resisting.
Dance? I don’t fucking dance. And Mia’s not shaking her ass in front of anyone but me, so I don’t know where the hell she thinks she’s going.
She tilts her head up, her eyes pleading, that wicked little tongue teasing the corner of her mouth.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
“Dance with me.”
There’s no question to her tone anymore. She’s not taking no for an answer. And fuck me if I don’t want to give her everything she wants, especially after what we’ve been through.
I could’ve lost her. I could’ve been forced to say good-bye to Mia. My Mia. It wasn’t being in that moment that had me announcing to Reed and Luke how I wouldn’t survive losing her. I’ve known since Mia came into my life that there was no way in hell I could watch her slip out of it. I’d go to Hell and back for this woman. My life doesn’t exist without her in it.
I run a hand down my face, sighing, but ultimately allow her to lead me through the bodies on the dance floor. She looks back at me over her shoulder, catching my eyes on her ass.
Her cheeks flush. My cock twitches.
Goddamn. I want to bend her over somewhere and bury myself balls deep. That fucking dress, clinging to her, barely covering the fucking thong I know she’s wearing underneath.
How did I let her out of the house in that?
More importantly, how have I not fucked her already tonight?
She stops abruptly and our bodies crash together, my erection sliding in the crease of her ass. I moan into her hair. She reaches back, grabs my hips and grinds her sweet ass against my cock.
“Mia,” I growl against her ear.
A shudder ripples through her body. She tilts her head, looking back at me with curious eyes.
“What are you doing?”
She smirks. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“It looks like you’re trying to bait me into fucking you. It’s not going to happen.”
She blinks, all wide-eyed and stunned. “What?”
Laughing at the startled look on her face, I drop my head and bite her ear. “I don’t share you, pretty girl, and that goes for every fucking sound you make while I’m taking you. These assholes aren’t going to get off listening to my wife beg for my dick. If you want me to fuck you, I can take you home.”
“Ben,” she rasps, her eyes closing as she moves her hips. “I doubt anyone will hear me.”
“I’m not risking it.”
“But…”
“No.”
She spins in my arms, linking her hands around my neck. “I want you.”
I smile. “I want you too, angel, always, but not here.”
Her eyes wander from my face, her lips pinching together as her fingers lightly scratch my neck.
God, she looks so damn sexy right now, I should take her into a corner and fuck her out of her mind. I would, but if I found out someone was getting off on what I do to my wife, I’d wind up getting hauled out of here by Luke and booked on an assault charge.
My luck, I wouldn’t even get to finish first.
I stare down at Mia, watching her mind scramble for ideas. The adorable crease between her brows becoming more prominent as time passes. She’s reaching, trying to think of anything to sway my decision, but there’s nothing she could say right now that would have me whipping my dick out.
Absolutely nothing.
Her eyes widen seconds before she locks them onto mine. She grabs my face and firmly kisses my mouth. “I want to have another baby.”
Absolutely nothing…
Except maybe that.
Leaning back, I stare down at her as a warmth spreads through my chest. “What?”
She smiles, but it’s not the kind of smile Mia gives me when I give in to something. That triumphant glow she gets when everything works out the way she wants it to. No, this is Mia how she always looks at me. The smile that’s been mine since that first night at the bar, and since before that. Back when I didn’t deserve her smile.
She’s serious. Holy fuck. She wants to have another kid.
Her lips brush against mine once more. “I know, I know. I said I thought we should wait until the boys got a little older, but after everything that happened, I don’t want to wait. Not for anything with you. Not anymore.” She pulls back slightly, staring at my mouth, chipping away at my reserve.
No, fucking obliterating it.
I crash my mouth against hers, lifting her off the floor and suddenly not giving a shit if every fucker in the state sees what I’m about to do to my wife. My need to possess her, to give her another piece of me is driving this now, shattering any control I thought I had.
“Ben!” she squeals as I carry her down a long hallway. She presses her mouth against my ear. “I didn’t just say that to get you to fuck me. I’m serious. I really want another baby.”
“Good, `cause you’re about to see how fucking serious I am about it.”
Waiting was all Mia’s idea. I’ve been pushing for more kids since Chase was born. To me, there is nothing sexier than my woman carrying my child. Nothing. If I could keep Mia pregnant, I would. And aside from looking unfuckingbelivable pregnant, Mia is an amazing mom. She was born for it. My boys were meant to be hers, just like I was.
She grabs my face. “Can we talk numbers? Are we stopping at three kids? Four? Seven?”
“Seven?” I laugh. I stop in front of the men’s room door, shifting her in my arms so we’re chest to chest. “The only thing we’re talking about right now is how quiet I’m going to need you to be in here.”
She tilts her head. “I don’t get that loud, Ben.”
I stare at her, watching the blush bloom across her face, the slight twitch in her mouth.
“Yeah, you’re real quiet, angel, and my dick’s not fucking huge.”
She giggles against my neck as I push the men’s room door open. The stalls are empty. One dipshit stands at the row of urinals.
“Get out.”
He looks at me over his shoulder, about to say something I’m sure I’ll want to bust his mouth open for, until he spots Mia in my arms.
He quickly zips up. “Shit. Everyone here is getting laid. I need a girlfriend,” he mumbles, keeping his eyes lowered as he moves across the room. The door closes behind him.
“Aw,” Mia whispers against my cheek. “He wants what we have.”
“He can’t have it. No one can.”
She drops her forehead against mine, shaking her head slightly as she stares deep into my eyes. “You getting sweet on me? I was hoping for a hard fuck against the sink, not slow and soft.”
I squeeze her ass, carrying her into the furthest stall from the door, my erection throbbing against my zipper. “There’s nothing soft about me.”
“Mm. I can tell.”