Free Redemption (Book 3) The Fixer Series by Alyson Raynes Page A

flowers.  I remember when you sent me three dozen of these at work," she said, laughing.
    I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.  "I'm glad you like them.  I thought maybe, we could grab a bite to eat.  Are you up for that, or would you like to go home?"
    "Going out sounds good.  But, can we just grab something and take it back to our place?"
    "Sure," I said, hesitantly.  "You want McD's?  Is that what you're saying?"  
    "Yuck, no!   I don't want that crap.  You know I hate that place.  Why don't we just grab a burger at that little place around the corner from our house."
    "Oh, yeah.  That does sound good."       
    "I know.  I love their fries.  They are delicious!"
    "I love their brownies.   They remind of my mom's." 
    Brooke laughed, "Dylan, you and your sweet tooth."
    "Well , I married you, didn't I?  And I think you're pretty damn sweet."
    "Oh. My. God!   That is the cheesiest line I've ever heard," she said, shaking her head.
    "It's all true, baby.  Maybe I'll skip the brownies and have you for dessert , instead."
    "Ha!  Like that'll happen." 
    "Oh?" I said, raising my eyebrow.  "Is that a challenge, Mrs. Prescott?"
    "It is," she said, lifting her skirt higher up on her thigh.  I wanted to have her right here on the seat.  I knew I had to tread lightly when it concerned Brooke.  Although, she was doing much better, I wasn't convinced that we were out of the woods with her, yet.  I would use this night to gauge just how far I could go with my wife.  And since it wasn't quite evening, anything could change within a matter of moments.  So, I decided to take a chance.
    I was hard as a rock, staring at her sitting next to me with her leg exposed.  I eased my hand slowly toward her flesh and lightly ran my fingers up and down the inside of her thigh.  Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes, tossing her head back against the seat as I rubbed her mound .  She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that came out of her. 
     
    I heard Tristan chuckle in the front seat, but I wasn't about to stop.  I placed my finger over my mouth, letting him know to shut it.  I wasn't thrilled that he was seeing my wife in the throes of pleasure, but I couldn't resist touching her. 
    I snuggled into her neck and kissed my way up, until I reached her ear.  I slowly licked and whispered dirty things to her.  "Your pussy is wet, isn't it, Brooke?  You want my cock in there, don't you?"  She nodded , but kept her eyes closed.  "I'm going to finger-fuck you, right here.  How does that sound?"
    "Please," she begged in a light raspy voice. 
    I stuck my finger inside and she moaned again, as I rubbed her clit with my thumb.  I was about to explode inside my pants.  I wanted to fuck her so bad. 
    I whispered in her ear again, "When we get home, we're skipping dinner and going straight for dessert.  I'm gonna shove my cock so far inside you, you'll scream my name loud for everyone to hear.  Maybe I'll fuck you against the living room window, so you can look out over all the pretty lights.  You want that, don't you?  You want every bitch to know I'm yours, and you know what, Brooke?  I want every guy to know you're mine."
    "Oh God...Dylan.   Please?"
    "Please, what?"
    "Take me hom e.  NOW!"
    "You sure about that?  We could do this right here, you know?"
    "Home.  Now.  Against the windows.  I want you to fuck me where the whole world can see."
    Well fuck!  Who was I to argue with a woman that knew what she wanted?  I motioned to Tristan to take us home.  The bastard laughed and flipped me off.  I knew he was enjoying the show, the fucker always did like to watch.
    "I'll take you good and hard against the windows, baby, but I'm gonna eat your delicious pussy before I fuck it!"
    "Ah...oh... mmm," was all she could say.  I had rendered her speechless and I was glad, because the last thing I wanted to do, was fucking talk.
    As the car neared, I tried to manage my raging hard