How About No
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I held up my hands in surrender. “I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again.”
She rolled her eyes and tried to smooth the hair into something presentable, but ultimately decided that she would just put it up into a bun on the top of her head. Which, I had to agree was likely the best option at that point in time. Without a way to wet her hair down and start over, it was going to stay in its weird state.
And, seeing as we were at an open field without any water whatsoever, she wasn’t going to be fixing it any time soon.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready, Freddy,” she confirmed.
I pinched her ass and led her up to the bonfire, saying hi to a few friends I hadn’t seen in a while, and introducing Landry to them as I passed.
“How do you know all these people?” she asked warily.
I’d invited her to an MC party, and she’d instantly agreed. But as she was looking around the area and seeing all the wild bikers drinking and having a good time, I was sure that she hadn’t realized what she was getting into.
I barely hid my smile and pulled her in close to my chest.
“I know some of ‘em.” I paused. “Like that guy right there chugging his beer? That’s Casten Red. He’s a member of the Uncertain Saints. That one over there in the corner with the woman draped all over him? He’s a member of Free, though they’re not an official motorcycle club. Once or twice a year we get together and have a big party. Multiple motorcycle clubs from all over the state show up.”
She swallowed. “I’ve never been to anything quite so…rambunctious.”
I snorted. “Don’t worry, honey. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
Six hours later, everyone was tired, totally sated from the shared cooking, and well on the way to being ready to go to bed.
Which was why I’d pulled the sleeping bag out of my saddlebags.
Landry looked at me warily. “Uhhh, what are you doing with that? And what the hell is it?”
I grinned and unzipped it, causing all the air to rush in and inflate the bag.
“It’s a vacuum bag that I sucked all the air out of when I got my sleeping bag in there,” I paused. “Otherwise it wouldn’t have fit into my saddlebags.”
Her smile grew as she looked around and saw a lot of the other people doing the same. “We’re gonna sleep here in the middle of the field?”
I nodded and pulled the sleeping bag out of the vacuum bag and then unrolled it next to my bike. “Sure are.”
Her smile was bright then. “I don’t know why I’m so excited about sleeping on the ground, but I am.”
Grinning, I bent down to unzip the bag and tossed it to the side. “Take off your pants and shoes and climb in.”
She looked around the immediate area and frowned.
“Don’t worry, baby. They’re all doing the same thing you are.” He paused. “And it’s so dark that they’re not going to see a thing.”
Biting her lip, Landry followed my directions, starting with first her boots and then her pants. She did it so fast, though, that even I could barely see her.
“You could’ve at least given me a small show,” I teased.
She giggled, making my heart lighten. “I’ll remember that for next time…your turn.”
I went about getting undressed much more slowly than her, and by the time I was laying on the sleeping bag next to her and zipping her up, I was horny as hell and needing her.
Having her zipped up so tight next to me was making my heart and other things do funny things.
“We’re not doing it right here in the middle of a field surrounded by a hundred other people…”
“No?” I teased, pulling her lithe body closer.
When I did, she could clearly feel my erection, and it wasn’t lost on me that her nipples were hard as diamonds.
“No,” she whispered, sounding like she was trying to convince herself she meant no rather than convincing me.
“Okay,” I murmured, twisting her so that she was back to my front, and my cock was pressed up tight to her ass crack. “We’ll just go to sleep then.”
We stayed like that for long minutes, and not once did her body calm down enough to relax. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her…there was no doubt in my mind. I just had to wait patiently…
A small moan pierced the quiet of the night, and I knew that I wasn’t the only one in the entire field who was on the verge of getting some.
***
“That was the worst ten minutes of my life,” Landry whispered. “I wanted you so freakin’ bad, but I was fighting my every instinct. The mere idea of having sex with you in that field made my blood run hot…but my brain said that I shouldn’t do it…shouldn’t want it.”
“But you did,” I paused. “And it was hearing all those other people quietly doing it, too, that finally convinced you.”
She shivered against my side, and I felt my cock stiffen even further.
The loose sleep pants that I wore were doing nothing to conceal the erection that was tenting the front of my pants.
Landry tried to ignore it, but there really was no ignoring the thing. It bounced and bobbed with each beat of my heart, causing her to laugh.
It always had.
She liked that my dick had a mind of its own.
She also liked to play with me—to torture me—just because she was so fascinated by it.
Her favorite thing in the world was to order me ‘not to get hard’ and then play with my soft cock.
And, okay, who the hell wouldn’t get hard with their wife’s hand on their dick?
That’s right, nobody.
But, I did try.
It usually took me thinking about an arrest that was particularly difficult or having to do something repugnant like cleaning vomit out of the back seat of my police cruiser, but I did manage to get about one to two minutes before I just couldn’t take it anymore.
How did I know it was one to two minutes? I watched the clock while it happened.
“I want to touch it,” she whispered, sounding tired.
I snorted. “Then do it.”
Her eyes flicked to the door and back to my dick, which made it jerk.
“The nurse told me that she didn’t have time or enough staff to check on me tonight,” I said. “She flat out said that I’d need to call her if I had any problems, too. Trust me when I say, they won’t be coming.”
She looked torn for all of five seconds, and then lifted the waistband of my sweats up with one finger, peeking inside like it held a present for her and she just wanted to get a small peek.
That lasted for all of three seconds, and then she was pushing the band of my sweats down and over the length of my cock.
I growled a low curse and hissed when she moved the band even lower so that it was laying against my balls, causing my dick to stick straight up in the air with the added support. Not that it really needed the support, but still.
“If they come in here,” she whispered. “I’m going to be so freakin’ mad at you.”
I reached for the little light switch on the bed, ignoring the way my goddamn leg screamed when I moved it and hit the switch.
The room around us plunged into darkness, and the only light there was to be had was the green glowing numbers on the remote control laying on the bedside table.
I’d just settled back into the bed, relief swamping me from no longer having any strain on my leg when I lost what little breath I’d been able to regain as her tiny hand closed around my dick.
It jumped in her hand, and my balls rode up even closer to my body, and I practically started to count in my head to keep myself from coming.
I could masturbate for a goddamn half hour while watching porn on my phone, but goddamn if one tiny little touch from her goddamn soft hand didn’t bring me to my knees.
“What are you thinking about?” Her breath whispered across my lips, and I groaned.
“You,” I said. “Your hand wrapped around me. The way you make me feel. The way that I can’t seem to hold onto my control when you’re anywhere around.” I searched for her mouth with mine and found it when she closed the distance.
Our lips met in heated fervor, and I growled as her tongue slipped into my mouth.
She rolled her eyes and tried to smooth the hair into something presentable, but ultimately decided that she would just put it up into a bun on the top of her head. Which, I had to agree was likely the best option at that point in time. Without a way to wet her hair down and start over, it was going to stay in its weird state.
And, seeing as we were at an open field without any water whatsoever, she wasn’t going to be fixing it any time soon.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready, Freddy,” she confirmed.
I pinched her ass and led her up to the bonfire, saying hi to a few friends I hadn’t seen in a while, and introducing Landry to them as I passed.
“How do you know all these people?” she asked warily.
I’d invited her to an MC party, and she’d instantly agreed. But as she was looking around the area and seeing all the wild bikers drinking and having a good time, I was sure that she hadn’t realized what she was getting into.
I barely hid my smile and pulled her in close to my chest.
“I know some of ‘em.” I paused. “Like that guy right there chugging his beer? That’s Casten Red. He’s a member of the Uncertain Saints. That one over there in the corner with the woman draped all over him? He’s a member of Free, though they’re not an official motorcycle club. Once or twice a year we get together and have a big party. Multiple motorcycle clubs from all over the state show up.”
She swallowed. “I’ve never been to anything quite so…rambunctious.”
I snorted. “Don’t worry, honey. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
Six hours later, everyone was tired, totally sated from the shared cooking, and well on the way to being ready to go to bed.
Which was why I’d pulled the sleeping bag out of my saddlebags.
Landry looked at me warily. “Uhhh, what are you doing with that? And what the hell is it?”
I grinned and unzipped it, causing all the air to rush in and inflate the bag.
“It’s a vacuum bag that I sucked all the air out of when I got my sleeping bag in there,” I paused. “Otherwise it wouldn’t have fit into my saddlebags.”
Her smile grew as she looked around and saw a lot of the other people doing the same. “We’re gonna sleep here in the middle of the field?”
I nodded and pulled the sleeping bag out of the vacuum bag and then unrolled it next to my bike. “Sure are.”
Her smile was bright then. “I don’t know why I’m so excited about sleeping on the ground, but I am.”
Grinning, I bent down to unzip the bag and tossed it to the side. “Take off your pants and shoes and climb in.”
She looked around the immediate area and frowned.
“Don’t worry, baby. They’re all doing the same thing you are.” He paused. “And it’s so dark that they’re not going to see a thing.”
Biting her lip, Landry followed my directions, starting with first her boots and then her pants. She did it so fast, though, that even I could barely see her.
“You could’ve at least given me a small show,” I teased.
She giggled, making my heart lighten. “I’ll remember that for next time…your turn.”
I went about getting undressed much more slowly than her, and by the time I was laying on the sleeping bag next to her and zipping her up, I was horny as hell and needing her.
Having her zipped up so tight next to me was making my heart and other things do funny things.
“We’re not doing it right here in the middle of a field surrounded by a hundred other people…”
“No?” I teased, pulling her lithe body closer.
When I did, she could clearly feel my erection, and it wasn’t lost on me that her nipples were hard as diamonds.
“No,” she whispered, sounding like she was trying to convince herself she meant no rather than convincing me.
“Okay,” I murmured, twisting her so that she was back to my front, and my cock was pressed up tight to her ass crack. “We’ll just go to sleep then.”
We stayed like that for long minutes, and not once did her body calm down enough to relax. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her…there was no doubt in my mind. I just had to wait patiently…
A small moan pierced the quiet of the night, and I knew that I wasn’t the only one in the entire field who was on the verge of getting some.
***
“That was the worst ten minutes of my life,” Landry whispered. “I wanted you so freakin’ bad, but I was fighting my every instinct. The mere idea of having sex with you in that field made my blood run hot…but my brain said that I shouldn’t do it…shouldn’t want it.”
“But you did,” I paused. “And it was hearing all those other people quietly doing it, too, that finally convinced you.”
She shivered against my side, and I felt my cock stiffen even further.
The loose sleep pants that I wore were doing nothing to conceal the erection that was tenting the front of my pants.
Landry tried to ignore it, but there really was no ignoring the thing. It bounced and bobbed with each beat of my heart, causing her to laugh.
It always had.
She liked that my dick had a mind of its own.
She also liked to play with me—to torture me—just because she was so fascinated by it.
Her favorite thing in the world was to order me ‘not to get hard’ and then play with my soft cock.
And, okay, who the hell wouldn’t get hard with their wife’s hand on their dick?
That’s right, nobody.
But, I did try.
It usually took me thinking about an arrest that was particularly difficult or having to do something repugnant like cleaning vomit out of the back seat of my police cruiser, but I did manage to get about one to two minutes before I just couldn’t take it anymore.
How did I know it was one to two minutes? I watched the clock while it happened.
“I want to touch it,” she whispered, sounding tired.
I snorted. “Then do it.”
Her eyes flicked to the door and back to my dick, which made it jerk.
“The nurse told me that she didn’t have time or enough staff to check on me tonight,” I said. “She flat out said that I’d need to call her if I had any problems, too. Trust me when I say, they won’t be coming.”
She looked torn for all of five seconds, and then lifted the waistband of my sweats up with one finger, peeking inside like it held a present for her and she just wanted to get a small peek.
That lasted for all of three seconds, and then she was pushing the band of my sweats down and over the length of my cock.
I growled a low curse and hissed when she moved the band even lower so that it was laying against my balls, causing my dick to stick straight up in the air with the added support. Not that it really needed the support, but still.
“If they come in here,” she whispered. “I’m going to be so freakin’ mad at you.”
I reached for the little light switch on the bed, ignoring the way my goddamn leg screamed when I moved it and hit the switch.
The room around us plunged into darkness, and the only light there was to be had was the green glowing numbers on the remote control laying on the bedside table.
I’d just settled back into the bed, relief swamping me from no longer having any strain on my leg when I lost what little breath I’d been able to regain as her tiny hand closed around my dick.
It jumped in her hand, and my balls rode up even closer to my body, and I practically started to count in my head to keep myself from coming.
I could masturbate for a goddamn half hour while watching porn on my phone, but goddamn if one tiny little touch from her goddamn soft hand didn’t bring me to my knees.
“What are you thinking about?” Her breath whispered across my lips, and I groaned.
“You,” I said. “Your hand wrapped around me. The way you make me feel. The way that I can’t seem to hold onto my control when you’re anywhere around.” I searched for her mouth with mine and found it when she closed the distance.
Our lips met in heated fervor, and I growled as her tongue slipped into my mouth.
