Page 77 of Beastly Armory
“Shit. Shit, Livia…” It’s too late. My cock spurts cum inside her ass, pulsating waves of my pleasure deep inside her. As I try to pull back, her tight ring only forces more inside her until everything oozes out between her cheeks. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop.”
In the mirror, I see her lips raise into a smile. “It’s fine, it just… feels weird.”
Our lips find each other’s in a tender caress. Panting breaths into her mouth, I tell her, “Fuck, I love being married to you.” She reaches a hand to stroke my face and the scruff that’s accumulated there along my jaw.
“I love being married to you.”
Pulling up her panties and jeans, I help her get dressed. “The thought of you eating dinner with my cum up your ass is making me hard again, you dirty slut.” Shegasps, and I spank her ass hard. “Let’s go before I fuck you again.”
Over the last few days, we’ve made love so much, I barely have any supply left. A quickie was necessary, though. Better than spending an awkward dinner at her brother’s with a painfully full erection. Now, I’m only about half-mast.
When we arrive at the Von Dovish estate, I’m greeted like a king now, instead of something the cat dragged in. Giles quietly resents me instead of overtly trying to annoy the shit out of me. My place is apparently near the head of the table, as he waves a suited arm toward the chair near Cal.
Before I can make a move, Cal grabs me in a giant hug. “Brothers. We’re truly brothers now.”
Involuntarily, my mouth curls into a smile. “Yeah, we are. Sit down, you sap. I’m starving.”
He laughs, then calls for dinner. Livia sits next to me, and I pull her hand into my lap. There’s not a moment I can live without touching her.
“How’re the finances there on East Side?” Cal asks me.
“We’re… okay. But we may need some help with the motorcycle shop rebuild.”
“No question. I got you covered.” He swipes on his phone and texts someone, his thumbs blazing over the keyboard on his screen. “It’s done. I’ll have the money wired to you in the morning when the banks open. Do you need workers?” The butler brings him a bottle ofchampagne, and he approves it with a nod. Giles pours us all a toasting flute.
“Uh, no. I think it would be best if the people of East Side rebuild it.”
Cal nods. “That makes sense. This will be a weird transition for everyone in the west and east. We’re family now.” He clears his throat as we each raise a glass. “To my sister, Livia, and my new brother, Max. I wish you a long and happy marriage.” Tapping glasses, we all take a sip.
His offers are generous, expected even, but I worry about owing him things. “I have to pay you back. Let me give you some guns?—”
“No, absolutely not.” Cal shakes his head.
“Cal, comeon. Be reasonable,” my wife interrupts, and I squeeze her hand resting on my thigh.
“I am being reasonable. I want to keep West Side as far away from the weapons and war as we can.”
“Pretty soon, we may not have a choice,” I tell him.
Cal takes a spoonful of his soup. Quietly, almost disturbingly, he says, “I’m focused on other things.”
“Oh? Like what?” Livia snaps at him.
“I would like to celebrate my sister’s marriage. Let’s just enjoy a meal.”
We all stare at our bowls for a moment. He’s right. I don’t think Cal will budge on this. But I’m not going to stop West Side from buying our weapons. The more armed the citizenry, the better our chances against Strauss if he decides to hold an anniversary of the Raging Bull. If Cal doesn’t want to be involved, then he doesn’t need to know.
Livia looks on the verge of an argument, but I thread my fingers through hers and give her a look. I’ll back her play, but it’s our brother. Peace and his alliance are more important than anything.
“Is it lonely here without me?” Livia changes the subject with a strained grimace.
Cal’s face brightens a bit. “Well, you were never home anyway. But, yeah...” Grabbing a roll from the basket, he breaks it in half. “Feel free to use the dance studio whenever.”
Livia’s eyes crinkle as she smiles at me. “Max put one in for me at the manor… but I’ll be back to visit. I can’t stay away from my big brother.”
“And we expect you anytime, Cal. Our home is yours,” I say. Cal nods, but his thoughts seem faraway.
“Thanks. Appreciate it. I’ve been pretty busy with work lately, but yeah. We should make family dinners weekly or so.”