"Fuck it." I tossed Jack’s rejected glass of scotch to the back of my throat and dropped the glass on the table. "I'll be your Patrick Gravy, but I want you to do something much more interesting with those watermelons when we get out of here than just carry them."
“Put them in my dress again and make them bounce about like big bazingas?” she asked with a pout and I ran my thumb over her lips.
“No, Spider. I love your tiny tatas just as they are.”
“You love my tiny tatas?” she echoed in disbelief and I nodded in confirmation.
Her smile lit me up inside and I took her hand, twisting her beneath my arm before encouraging her to jog away between the tables in preparation for her big moment. Not that I knew what the fuck I was doing, but she was tiny, and I was pretty certain I could toss her up over my head without any practice. Either that or I’d drop her on her arse and we’d all get a good laugh out of it. Seemed like a win, win to me.
Jack stayed by the bar, slowly drinking from the neck of the scotch bottle and watching us as we got ready for our big moment.
I had no idea at what point Brooklyn planned on launching herself at me seeing as this was the wrong song, but as Tina dove into another rendition of the chorus, Brooklyn broke into a sprint and raced across the room straight for me.
I grinned widely as she came, holding my hands out and catching her waist as she leapt into the air, raising her up and over my head, looking up at her as she straightened out, shrieking in delight.
Several people started clapping as I held her there, turning her in a circle before tossing her up towards the ceiling and catching her again, her legs winding around my chest as I slowly lowered her down the length of my body.
My heart was thundering at the feeling of her against me and a growl rumbled through my chest as she dropped her head back and I swung her in a circle, making her dark hair fan out as her hips met with mine.
Brooklyn gasped as I yanked her upright in my arms once more, our chests colliding and our lips almost touching as I rolled my hips against hers and held her in place so that there was no doubting just how hard I was between us.
“Here?” she panted, grinding against me and giving me a look so full of sex that I almost gave in.
But one glance at the crowd looking at us told me clear enough that I didn’t really want to fuck my wife right in front of them.
“Outside,” I countered, keeping hold of her and carrying her straight towards the exit beyond the bar.
Brooklyn ground her hips against mine as I pushed through the emergency exit door, but instead of finding my way out into a darkened alley, I found myself at the foot of a set of stairs with a second door chained up tight in front of me. Seemed mighty dangerous for a fire escape, but more importantly, it was mighty inconvenient for me and my plans to bury myself inside my wife.
“Fuck,” I cursed, looking around and Brooklyn slapped me as my attention wavered from her.
“I don’t like waiting, Niall,” she snarled and damn she was a ferocious creature when she was horny.
My gaze fell on the stairs, but before I could figure out how to make them work, I noticed a sign for the roof instead.
“Alright then,” I agreed, hoisting her up in my arms and starting to climb the stairs.
She moved her mouth to my throat and began kissing me in a way that made my entire body fill with need and I upped my pace as I pushed on with the climb.
By the time we made it to the top of the eighth floor, I was damn close to having a heart attack and she had my shirt entirely unbuttoned, her mouth leaving bite marks and bruises on my flesh as well as lipstick stains which I didn’t ever want to wash off.
I shoved the door to the roof open and stumbled out onto it, finding a low wall at the edge of the building and sinking down on it as I caught my breath, settling her on my lap.
“I thought you were unstoppable, Hellfire?” Brooklyn teased as I hoisted her skirt up over her thighs and moved my mouth down the length of her throat.
“I woulda carried you up a hundred flights of stairs if it would have bought me a minute between your thighs, love,” I swore to her, though in all likelihood, I’d have died in the attempt. Not that I would have given up.
“Only a minute?” she teased and I cursed her as I found the edge of her panties and dragged them out of my way.
“Tell me what you want,” I demanded as I shifted my hand between us and tugged my cock free of my trousers, letting the piercing roll over her clit and groaning at the wetness I found waiting between her legs for me.
“I want to scream so loud the stars can hear me,” she panted, rocking her hips in demand, and I gave in as I guided my dick to her core before taking hold of her round arse and tugging her down onto me.
Brooklyn threw her head back and moaned so loudly that I was pretty certain the stars really did hear, the twinkly little bastards getting a good old show as I gripped her arse tightly and began to fuck her deep and hard.
She fisted my hair as she rode me, meeting every thrust and begging for more between her moans, the two of us like a pair of insatiable teenagers never able to get enough.
Brooklyn pressed her knees against bricks either side of me, the pressure of her body bearing down on mine making me slip and I cursed as I fell backwards, my weight overbalancing us on the low wall and death calling out as the eight floor drop suddenly looked up at us with a promise to be our end. It wasn’t the worst way to go, buried deep in my wife with her smile making me burn inside, but still.
I tried to shove her back, panic engulfing my heart as we began to fall but before we could go tumbling to our demise, a huge hand latched around my ankle and another fisted in her hair, dragging us back to safety.
“Jesus,” I cursed as I righted myself on the wall again, blinking up at Jack as he hauled Brooklyn out of my lap, leaving me sat before them with my cock out as my heart remembered how to beat again.
“Rook,” Jack growled and I nodded.
“Yeah, you saved her,” I panted.
“Like a real-life superhero,” Brooklyn breathed, reaching up to run her fingers down the side of his face before leaning in and taking that kiss I’d commanded earlier.
Adrenaline still raced through my veins and my cock throbbed in its abandoned state as I watched the two of them, drawing my hand to it and groaning as I began to work myself over, eyeing the way he gripped her arse and his tongue pushed into her mouth.
Part of me wanted to grab hold of him by his long, silver hair and hurl him to his death on the street below for touching her like that. But another part of me was riled up over him saving her yet again, enjoying the punishment of watching them together and accepting the hurt it caused in favour of how damn hot it was to watch. I’d liked watching Mateo fuck her a little too much, but it had still felt good ripping her off of him and denying him his release. I was very back and forth in my emotions like that.
“You ever fucked a superhero, love?” I panted as I pumped my cock and Brooklyn broke her kiss with Jack as she turned to shake her head at me.
“Only the villains,” she confirmed which made me all kinds of possessive over her, but I was into this too.
“How about you give it a go then? Put on a show for this villain of yours and see if I can stop myself from killing the two of ya for it.”