Four Letter Word

My muscles locked again but not in anger this time.

Fuck that year. Wild was mine. Now and always.

On a growl that shook the earth, I pulled Syd down and took her mouth, her tongue, and her breath, my hand on her neck moving up, twisting in her hair and gripping while my other hand stayed on her ass and held her weight.

Her hands were all over me, working down my neck to my shoulders to between us, where she tugged at my shirt.

“Please,” she whispered. “Brian …take me.”

I spun us and moved my girl inside, shutting the door and rushing through the kitchen in the direction of the master bedroom.

“You gonna give me that greedy pussy?” I asked, digging my fingers into her ass and kneading her flesh.

She moaned inside our kiss, sucked in a breath like she was startled, then murmured, “The dog.”

Fuck that. I was taking her. He’d be fine.

I turned my head, allowing her lips to move to my cheek, and called out, “Sir!” as we stepped into the living room.

Seconds later he came galloping down the hallway, leash in his mouth and dragging it behind him.

Syd leaned away and turned to look at him.

Sir whipped the leash around playfully while growling like it was putting up a fight, released it out of his mouth, stepped back, dropped down on his front legs, and wagged his tail excitedly. Then he waited a few seconds and pounced on it again.

“Sir Duke, that is not a chew toy,” Syd reprimanded him in a stern voice, calling him by his full name. She glanced around the empty room, then sighed, looking back at him to add, “But I guess it’s all you have to keep you occupied for the next fifteen minutes.”

I glared at her profile.

“Double that, babe.”

She turned to look at me, flushed cheeks and eyes burning as she pulled that fat bottom lip into her mouth and started sucking on it.

Christ. She wanted it. So fucking greedy.

“You keep looking at me like that and I’m not making it to the bathroom,” I warned her.

She released her lip and shrugged innocently.

“I can’t help it. I’m so wet, I can feel it dripping down to my …you know.” Her eyes widened and she shifted in my arms. “You could probably fuck me there without lube if you wanted.”

I groaned. “Jesus Christ. Don’t say shit like that to me.”

“Why not?” She giggled.

I started moving us through the living room again, passing Sir, who was hanging by the front door, and headed down the hallway.

“Because I’ll fucking do it.”

“And that’s a problem?”

“It is if I wanna make good on lasting thirty minutes.”

Syd gave me a look of understanding, nodded once, then watched over my shoulder.

“Is he okay playing while we go do you know what?” she asked, tilting her head to the side so I could kiss her neck.

“Nothing for him to get into and he can’t get out. He’ll be fine,” I told her, crossing into the bedroom and making for the master bath.

“You sure? What about the basement steps? Those are pretty steep.”

“He’s a dog, babe. Not a baby. He can handle steps.”

I stepped inside the bathroom, flicked the light on, closed the door behind us so Sir wouldn’t see that as an open invitation to cock-block me, and let Syd slide down my body.

She stood between me and the vanity, looking up nervously.

“You sure?” she asked again.

I cocked my head.

“Would you rather he join us in here so you can keep an eye on him while I’m buried inside you?”

She jerked back.

“Uh …no, that would be weird,” she replied quickly. “Not to mention traumatizing for him, I’d imagine. You fuck dirty.”

I smirked, reached back over my shoulder, fisted my shirt, and tugged it off.

“Fuck you sweet, too,” I told her, dropping my shirt and reaching for hers.

“Sometimes,” she murmured through a smile. She lifted her arms over her head so I could get her top off.

I tossed it next to mine then tugged the drawstring on her pants loose, causing them to drop and bunch at her ankles as she made quick work of her bra.

I stared at her tits when she freed them.

Full and sitting high on her chest, her rose-colored nipples the perfect size for my mouth.

“Fuck.” I squeezed my cock through my shorts, then explained further, “Think you get a bit of both every time, Wild. Hard for me not to give you sweet when you’re giving it and even harder not to dirty you up when you’re begging for it.” I lifted my eyes to hers. “Know you’re getting both now.”

Syd kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her pants. Panties came next, then with a coy smile, she stepped closer, reached for my shorts, and popped the button, asking, “Why am I getting both now?”

She lowered the zipper.

I moaned when her fingers brushed my cock.

“Mentioned letting me take your ass. Means you’re already feeling dirty tonight so that’s what you’ll be getting.” My shorts slid down my legs. I dropped my head back, eyes closing when she wrapped her hand around me and started stroking. “Syd.”

“And the sweet?” she asked, sounding playful.

I tipped my head down and held her eyes.

“Said you’d marry me,” I reminded her. “Can’t imagine not making love to you right now after hearing that.”