Her husband was back. Her soul mate had returned. This man was her everything. Her future. His laughter, weaknesses and determination. He was her happiness, and she’d make sure he knew there was never another option than them being together.

“I hope you’re not still nervous about being watched,” he spoke against her lips.

Her nipples tingled before she had the chance to stiffen. Yes, she was nervous, but exhilarated was more accurate. “Why?”

“Brute seems to like the show.”

She shot a glance over her shoulder, meeting the stare of their business partner, who leaned against the side of the bar. His gaze was intense, in complete contrast to the lazy way he lifted the scotch glass to his lips.

“Doesn’t that make you feel uncomfortable?” At least she should be uncomfortable, right? She felt far from it. Having Brute’s gaze on her was making her breath hitch, her pussy tighten.

“Should it?” He grazed his mouth over hers. “You don’t want to know how many times I’ve watched him with women. It’s become as natural as sharing a drink with him at the bar.”

“Never again, okay?” She rested her forehead against his, working her hips harder. “If you’re down here, I want to be with you. No more watching him without me.”

He released a breathy snicker and jerked his hips in a hard thrust. “I can commit to that.”

She ground into him, her movements becoming more forceful, her desire growing as his hands ran up her sides, brushing the curve of her breasts.

“I’ve missed these.” He tweaked her nipples, earning a hard thrust in retaliation. “I’ve missed everything.”

He bucked harder, his grip moving to her ass, pressing her down harder on his cock. She began to pant, trying to focus to curb the impending climax. She was so close…almost there.

“Tate.” His name was barely audible, a mere whisper against his neck.

He growled, moving his hips in a harsh rhythm as she clung to his shoulders. She couldn’t wait. She’d been too long without his love.

“Tate…” Her pussy contracted, erupting in sensation that ebbed throughout her body.

He groaned, digging his fingers into her flesh. Her name whispered from his lips, a repeated caress she’d cherish forever.

“You’re never leaving me again.” It was a demand. One she would ensure he adhered to.

“I promise.” His lips brushed her jaw, her cheek, her lips. “Never again, Cassie.”

“You need to stop the divorce. You need to make it go away.”

“I will. Don’t even spare it a thought.”

She nodded, their mouths still pressed together as their movement slowed and silence descended around them. She wasn’t sure what she expected. Applause? Cheers? None came. The club continued as if their monumental reunion hadn’t existed.

She glanced over her shoulder, to Brute who was still staring at her, Leo and Shay now positioned at his sides. All three of them smiled…well, Brute’s lips lifted slightly. Their expressions of satisfaction filled her lungs with renewed warmth.

“I think they’re glad I’ll no longer be torturing them with my mood swings,” T.J. spoke into her hair.

“And you’ll no longer be torturing me by living somewhere else.” She nestled against his shoulder and faced the back wall. His length was still inside her, his heart beating into her chest. Losing him scared her. It always would. She could lose the sun, the moon, the breath from her lungs, but as long as T.J. was with her, she’d be happy.

“Are you okay?” he murmured into her hair.

She sighed and nuzzled closer to him. “Perfect.”

The pain was easing. The mourning being replaced with hope for their future.

“Take me home, T.J.” She pulled back and stared into his eyes. “I want to fall asleep in your arms.”

Epilogue

“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 muttered.

“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.