Letting Her Lead(20)

I look down at Izzy, wondering what she thinks of the scene in front of us, and I see her cheeks turn pink. Before we get too close to them, I pull her to me and whisper in her ear.

“I told you some couples like to put on a show sometimes. What did you think?”

Her shaky intake of breath makes me wonder if she thinks this is too much. She may have been a virgin when I had her the first time, but she’s not the least bit shy about her body and telling me what she wants. But it’s one thing to do it in private, and another to witness it out in the open.

“I…um.” She hesitates, and I brush my lips against her neck. “It’s kinda hot,” she finally admits.

“I picture us in their place. Thinking about what I would do to you.”

“I don’t know if I could do it out in the open like this.”

She looks around the dimly lit clubhouse and sees groups of people having a good time. Some are playing pool or darts, and a few are drinking beers and watching the game. Then there are some like Casper and Vince, and Savage and Julie, who like to push the envelope every now and then. Personally, it doesn’t bother me if couples get it on in the clubhouse out in the open—it’s like porn. But I don’t think I could ever bring myself to take Izzy in front of others.

I don’t think Savage playing with his wife out here is a bad thing. He can’t go more than five minutes without putting his mouth on her. So the fact that there are people around doesn’t really bother him. I think he went too long without her for those years, so he can’t stop himself. He wants everyone to know she’s his and what that means.

We were all in the military together, so it’s not like there’s much any of us hasn’t seen in one way or another. Vincent is a crazy-jealous motherfucker when it comes to Cas, but at the end of the day, she’s a wild horse that won’t be broken. If she wants to fuck, he’s pulling his dick out. And that includes fight nights when anyone can see. He’ll bend to whatever she wants, but it never makes me question his manhood. Any man willing to fuck his woman in public just so she’s happy has my respect. That takes some serious balls, and I don’t think I have that kind of security.

Though I have crazy respect for Vincent. Before him, Cas wouldn’t be caught dead even showing interest in a man in front of the club. It shows how far she’s come. I think he fucks her in public because that’s not something Cas would do for anyone. She has someone she actually wants everyone to know about. I would have never thought that would happen in a million years.

“I don’t think I want you out in the open either. If you want to stand back and watch, they won’t mind, but if you don’t, we can move on. I haven’t paid it any attention since I met you. You’re the only one who can get my cock hard.”

She doesn’t answer me right away. She just stares at the two of them. Julie is now straddling Savage, her skirt pushed up, and it’s clear he’s got his cock in her, but he has her covered. You can’t see anything, but you know. It makes me think about two nights ago when I was on the couch at Izzy’s house and she rode me just like that. I reach down and rub the front of my jeans, picturing Izzy’s big tits bouncing in front of my face. I smile, remembering trying to catch a nipple in my mouth, but she was moving too much.

I lick the shell of her ear and see where her head is. “What are you thinking about?”

“Me riding you on the couch the other night.”

She turns and looks to me then, her black-framed glasses making her sexy as fuck. Leaning down, I lick her lips and take them in a kiss. I pull back and smile down at her, nodding my head.

“Me, too.”

I pull her to me, and we watch them for a few more moments before I take her hand and lead her away. No need to see the big finish. I’ll be giving her that soon enough.

As we walk over to the bar we see Cas and Vincent are taking shots. It looks like they’ve got about a dozen lined up in some kind of competition. Cas pulls us over as we approach, clearly having a good time tonight.

“Izzy, this is my Shield.” Cas points to Vincent, and Izzy says hello. We all keep it quiet that Izzy is the one who shot Cas, because he wouldn’t be so quick to forgive.

“Want to do tequila chasers with us? We’re having a bet.”

“You mean I’m winning a bet,” Casper corrects V.

“Yes, MacKenzie, you’re winning. But I can still come back.” He gives her a kiss and goes back to explaining their game. “Every time we take a shot, we throw a dart. We get worse as we go, but the object is to get closest to the bull’s-eye.”