“I’m not sure everyone we know is fucking,” she teased.
“Darling, excepting M, but including Susan and Harry, who have a very active sex life, and I will not share the excruciatingly painful reasons I know that, or details of the same, everyone we know is likely fucking, or has already gotten fucked.”
She got up on her toes, sliding her hands up his back.
“Well, we better catch up,” she muttered, her eyes falling to his beautiful lips.
“Agreed,” those lips said.
Then he used them to kiss her.
And he didn’t stop as he started walking her around the dining room table.
Sixx broke it off, still walking backward because she was compelled to do so since she was in Stellan’s arms and he was moving forward.
“Honey,” she whispered.
“If you intend to say anything that will delay me getting inside you, please save it. We can talk after.”
“I just wanted to thank you for listening, talking tonight through, being cool, and being so easy to love.”
Immediately, she was whipped around, lifted up, and found herself planted ass to the dining room table.
She then found herself gasping when she felt Stellan’s hand up her skirt, and in a blink she was divested of her panties.
“Okay, you really don’t want to delay, do you?” she breathed.
His response was to yank up her skirt.
But he didn’t even have to make that response. His face was dark, and his eyes were burning.
She read him.
She lifted a hand, hooked it around the back of his neck and pulled him to her.
His mouth against hers, his hands spreading her legs, he whispered, “Darling.”
“If you intend to say anything that will delay you getting inside me, save it.”
She felt his hand now working his jeans.
“I just wanted to tell you I hope you know how much I love you.”
She didn’t smile. She didn’t simper. She didn’t whimper.
She pulled her man’s mouth to hers and kissed him.
Hard.
Stellan slid inside and fucked her.
Sweet.
(And hard.)
And they joined the ranks of the fucking.
The perfect end to their evening.
*
And Sixx wouldn’t think about it then, her mind being on other things.
But she would think about it later.
And in that later she would realize why she no longer needed to take risks for whatever reasons she’d taken them.
Because she’d taken the greatest risk of all.
And bested the fuck out of that bastard.
epilogue
The King and His Queen
SIXX
Tuesday night, Sixx sat in her throne by the gladiator pit beside Stellan, looking across to the thrones at the curve on the opposite side.
Naya was sitting there in a bright fuchsia, wraparound dress with a halter bodice made of a delicate ruffle that curved around her neck and flirted at her cleavage. The skirt was opened, showing a goodly amount of beautiful brown skin of shapely legs that shone like they’d been oiled. These legs led down to a pair of utterly stunning, silver, high-heeled sandals that glittered in the overhead lights of the stadium.
Her head was up, regal, but her eyes were cast down at her feet where her warrior was fucking the gladiator he’d just defeated soundly for his princess. Ami’s ass bunched around the warrior dragon’s tail proudly planted inside that he’d worn strolling in and throughout the bout.
Their eyes were locked as he fucked for her, and her glossy lips were parted, showing her gladiator how much she enjoyed it.
Although it was a tremendously entertaining performance, Sixx’s eyes wandered to exactly opposite where she and Stellan were sitting, to where Amélie sat in a throne next to Evangeline.
They were turned toward the action, Evangeline so far as twisted in her seat and leaning on the arm of her chair to take it in, her face rapt with interest to Leigh’s much more dignified expression. She just wore a cat’s smile.
Both their men were elsewhere that evening.
But both the women were clearly enjoying their girls’ night out.
As if feeling her regard, Leigh looked to her, seeing her beside Stellan, holding hands, and that cat’s smile became a different kind of smile.
Sixx returned it.
It was then she saw that Leenie had turned to look at them too, but she was looking at Stellan.
She suddenly lifted her hand, and Sixx didn’t know much American Sign Language, but she did know the alphabet, and Leenie spelled out the word fool with her hand and pointed at Stellan.
She was smiling madly.
But Sixx felt her brows snap together as her hand, which Stellan was holding, got a squeeze.
She turned to him with her mouth moving. “Why did Leenie just call you a fool?”
“I once accused her of being a fool in love,” he answered unperturbedly. “She’s returning that favor.”
Well.
Okay then.
She smiled at him.
His eyes dropped to it as his hand brought up hers. He rubbed her knuckles against his lower lip, and she watched that far more avidly than she’d watched any of what she’d been treated to that pleasurable evening.
“Having a good night?” he asked.
She studied him. Then she looked between their thrones to the bleachers right behind them that were elevated enough to see over the backs of the chairs to give a full view.
Sitting right behind them, one, two, three, were Maddox, Molly and Diesel.
She’d figured out what she could give them to thank them for all they’d done.
When she’d made the offer, they’d turned it down, but they hadn’t turned down those tickets.
Sensing her attention, Molly tore her engrossed eyes from Ami and Naya, looked down to Sixx and immediately lifted up both hands formed in thumbs-up positions, pumping them in front of her as a happy smile beamed out of her face.
Her men, always attuned to their Molly, noted her movements, and both took their absorbed attention from the festivities, gave it to their woman, then transferred it to Sixx.
D, of course, gave her one of his cheeky grins and added a wink.
When she took in Maddox, he mouthed the word Nice in a way, even mouthed, she knew was drawled and underlined in spirit with his mini-boom.
The trio turned their attention back to Ami, and Sixx turned hers back to her man, only then answering his question.
“I’m happy.”
At that, his hand snaked out, he caught her head, pulled it to him, and took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, powerfully claiming what he had no reason to claim seeing as it was all very much his.
There was an unmistakable roar right before a roar from the crowd, and Stellan broke their kiss so they could give their attention back to Ami and Naya.
Ami was arched magnificently into the ass he was climaxing into, his head thrown back, the cords of his muscles popping in his neck.
His spine had barely relaxed when Naya shouted a majestic, “Come to me!”
And without delay, Ami pulled out, got to his feet, put a bare one in the back of his opponent, taking him down to his belly (to another cheer from the crowd), but he didn’t stand on him.
He stood astride him as he bent to his Mistress. Grasping either side of her neck in his hands, he pulled her up from her seat, not fully, but her ass was absolutely no longer to throne, and she was suspended by his hold on her neck and her hands in the arms of the chair.
In that position, he consumed her mouth in a voracious kiss that had the crowd going wild and proved beyond doubt that their date had gone very, very well.
“Mistress Sixx saves the day,” Stellan whispered in her ear.
She turned to him, and he adjusted his head so she could catch his eyes. “I love you.”
Those eyes went soft. “And I you.”
“Warning, if you keep it up this way, you’re going to get sick of hearing me say that,” she shared.
“Never,” he whispered.
“Kiss me, Master,” she whispered back.
He did, and he did it for some time.
When he finally released her, the crowd had calmed down because Ami was gone, Naya was no longer seated on her throne, and the action had lulled, waiting for the next gladiators to duel.
“Totally getting you a dragon’s tail, bro,” she heard Maddox growl from behind them.