“We really need to get these women on a leash,” Brute muttered. “Every time I turn my back, it seems like they’re fucking up the Vault.”

T.J. grinned, unable to drag his gaze away from Cassie and Shay swaying their hips on the small dance floor they’d added to the far corner of the club. The music was low so it didn’t disturb the carnal atmosphere, but in his opinion, the slow, sultry songs they’d programmed into the nearby iPhone only added fuel to the fire.

He hadn’t been able to move since he’d taken a seat on the leather sofa a few feet away. Neither had Leo, who sat at the other end, his focus trained on Shay as the two women danced around each other.

“I think they’re deliberately trying to drive me crazy.” Leo scowled.

“Ya think?” Brute chuckled. “It’s having the same effect on James.”

T.J. and Leo studied the man sitting on a nearby sofa. He had a drink in his hand, and a wolfish gleam in his eye as he observed the dance floor.

“Are you sure he passed the security check?” Leo asked. “I don’t like the look of him.”

“Me either.” T.J. turned his attention back to Cassie. “Make sure his name is taken off the list. I don’t want to see him here again.” Letting go of his protective nature wasn’t easy. Especially not when unfamiliar men were ogling his wife. He was happy for regulars to look their fill. She was a woman made to be admired, but he didn’t know this man.

“You can’t deny entry to every guy that wants to fuck your wife.” Brute stood behind them, looming over the back of the sofa. “If that were the case, I wouldn’t be allowed down here either.”

“Funny,” T.J. grated.

“Not joking.” Brute clapped him on the shoulder. “What’s with the phone anyway?” He leaned forward and snatched the device from T.J.’s hand.

“Just having a little fun.” He’d convinced his wife to wear the sex toy he’d given her years ago. One half of the C-shaped instrument was burrowed inside her pussy, while the other was wrapped around to nestle against her clit. “It’s an app for the sex toy Cass is wearing.”

He chanced a quick glance over his shoulder at Brute who was focused on the phone. “Every once in a while, I press one of those buttons and it triggers vibrations.”

“You’ve been doing that all night?” Brute asked.

“Mostly.” It was thrilling to know he was pleasuring her without anyone else’s knowledge. Her pussy was probably dripping, the evidence of her arousal barely contained in the lace G-string he’d picked for her to wear.

“What happens if I press a lot of buttons?” Brute tapped on the screen.

“I think you can figure that out for yourself.”

“And you’re not worried that I’m going to make your wife come?”

T.J. grinned, still staring at his wife. “Not in the slightest.” There wasn’t another man who could tempt Cassie. He may not deserve her, but she was committed to him nonetheless. Her love was flowing through his veins, her happiness a constant beat in his heart.

“Go for it.” T.J. reclined, spreading his arms along the back and arm of the sofa. She’d know he wasn’t controlling the sex toy as soon as she glanced his way, and he had a feeling it would have a positive effect on her.

All three of them watched in silence, the rhythmic tap of Brute’s finger against the screen in time with the slow beat of “Gorilla” by Bruno Mars.

“She hasn’t even noticed.” Leo inched forward on the seat. “Are you sure she’s still wearing it?”

“She’s noticed.” He could tell from the heavy convulse of her throat as she swallowed, the brief, almost unnoticeable way she brushed her arms over her breasts as she raised them over her head in a sultry move. Her feet were closer together, too, allowing her to squeeze her thighs together and disguise it as dancing.

He scrutinized her, ignoring the incessant throb of his cock that hadn’t seemed to ebb since he’d moved back home two weeks ago. She licked her lips, her chest rising and falling quicker, her actions becoming slower. “I think she’s about to break.”

Each day was getting easier. Their passion had reignited as if it had never been extinguished. All they had to do now was wait for the past to stop haunting them. Peace would come with time. But what was more important was the steady ownership of the life they led.

She turned to him, her chin high, her footsteps shaky as she strode forward on her stiletto heels.

“Should I prepare to be slapped?” Brute muttered.

T.J. shook his head. “No.” That wasn’t anger in her eyes.

She didn’t stop her progression. She came at him, climbing onto the couch and straddling his hips.

“Enjoying your dan—”

She cut off his words with a kiss. A wild, passionate kiss that had her tongue sneaking into his mouth to tangle with his. She ran her fingers through his hair, her other hand gripping his shoulder, digging her nails deep.

“Why did you give your phone to Brute?” She moaned into his mouth, her hips gyrating, the vibrations of the sex toy pulsing into his shaft.

“I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I don’t.” She mewled, driving him insane with the rough way she ground against him. “Oh, God, I don’t.”

Leo cursed and Brute’s finger began to tap against the screen again.

“Wait. Stop.” Cassie glanced up at Brute, her eyes imploring. “Please. Don’t turn it down.”

Asshole. T.J. knew exactly what his friend was doing.

“Brute,” Cassie begged. “I need it harder. Please. Do it harder.”

“You hear that, Tate?” Brute boasted. “Your wife is begging me to give it to her harder.”

“You’re fucking predictable.” T.J. shook his head, and ground his teeth together. “Would you hurry the fuck up, so I don’t make a fool out of myself?”

Brute tapped a few more times, creating a harsh vibration in Cassie’s pussy that pulsated all the way through him. He wasn’t sure he was going to make it out unscathed. He was dying to have her. To sink into her.

She moaned, her arms gripping tight around his neck. “I can’t breathe.” She was panting, rocking her hips back and forth, snaking her tongue out to wet her dry lips. “I need more.”

“Sorry,” Brute grated, the sound of arousal heavy in his voice. “That’s as high as it goes, sweetheart.”

Shay strode forward, her slender frame coming to stand at Cassie’s back. She peered down at T.J., a familiar gleam in her eyes. “Need help?”

Fuck. If Cassie didn’t quit gyrating over his cock and come soon, he was going to explode. There was no question about it. He’d either have to take himself in hand or figure out a way to get his wife’s underwear off in a hurry. “Yes.”

Leo cursed again. This time louder.

Shay turned her focus to her boyfriend and smirked as she brushed the hair back from Cassie’s neck. “It’s just a kiss.” She leaned down, brushing her mouth at the low of Cassie’s neck.

“You’ve got ten seconds to get over here.” Leo began counting down, his tone becoming harsher the lower the numbers fell.

“And if I don’t?”

“Jesus Christ,” Brute snapped. “Would you take this somewhere else? Can’t you see I’m trying to work my magic here?”

Shay held up her hands in surrender and sauntered toward Leo, taking her steps nice and slow. “You’re on your own, Cass.”

Cassie whimpered, once, twice, then sunk her teeth into T.J.’s neck as every muscle in her body clung to him, holding tight. She stopped breathing. Then her body began to shudder, the orgasm hitting her as she rocked into him.

Breathe. Focus. Do not come. Do. Not. Come.

“Just think of me, buddy,” Brute whispered in his ear.

That did the trick. Somewhat. He glanced over his shoulder and snatched his phone back, lowering the vibration settings as Cassie began to settle in to his chest, her exhalations a constant stroke over his skin.

He closed the app, locked his phone and threw it onto the seat at his side, mere inches from Leo who now had his girlfriend straddling his lap. Their mouths were joined, their bodies chest to chest as Leo cupped Shay’s face in his hands.

“This is getting old.” Brute huffed. “I need to go get laid before we close up. I’ll see you all later.”

T.J. inclined his head and clutched the woman in his arms tightly. He held her close, enjoying the adoration that took over the need for pleasure. They weren’t back to normal. They were back at the beginning. Going on date nights, reigniting puppy love and mixing it with the years of commitment they already had.

It was a blessed combination.

“Let’s go home,” he spoke into her hair.

She pushed her hands against his chest and pulled back to stare at him. “You don’t want to stay?”

“Not tonight.” He shook his head. They had years to spend in here. To have fun with friends and strangers. He wanted to be greedy. For the rest of the night, he would have her all to himself. And maybe every other night until she grew tired of his affection. “I want to take you home and show you just how much I love you.”

Her eyes twinkled. “You haven’t stopped doing that for the last three weeks.”

“No.” He smiled, brushing his lips over hers. “And I never will.”