Page 122 of Axton
She leaned back and kissed my cheek. “You have a gorgeous butt, his is just cute because he has dimples.”
Really? Cute? Dimples? I had the most innocent woman on earth at a fucking couples only club and resort, and she said words like cute?
“Do you think he loves her?” She asked.
A sly smirk rose on my face when I whispered in her ear. “He loves her pussy, and that’s all he loves. Most likely that’s not his wife or girlfriend. He came here to fuck a stranger, while the real woman he cares for is doing the same thing with someone else.”
Two more men swam up and walked out of the water.
“Wait. What?” She tilted her head as she watched one man say something and the man that was just doing the woman nodded. I was waiting for Belle to realize what was happening and holding back my amusement. She leaned forward like she was curious as one man walked behind him, and she tilted her head. “What is he doing?”
I didn’t answer, just let it all play out. Suddenly she jumped back when they turned to a better angle, and she could see where the one man’s hand was, and she gasped. “What is he doing to him?” She winced.
“He’s fingering his ass, Belle.”
She quickly turned her entire body, and her eyes were squeezed shut. “Please tell me you didn’t let other boys play with your butt.” She begged and I burst out in laughter. “Maybe I don’t want to know.” She refused to turn back around and look, or open her eyes to look at me.
“No Belle, I never let guys play in my butt.” I almost pissed myself by her reaction.
I looked down at the grotto and saw more people join the room. “Belle, look, there’s two women.”
She still had her eyes squeezed shut. “Do I want to see? I want to see, but I don’t want to see. Damn my curiosity.” She opened one eye then slowly turned around. “That’s not that bad, but why does the guy that was once playing in the other guy’s butt now have his hands on the other man’s shoulders? What’s he…?” She quickly turned again. “I need vanilla!” She shrieked and I laughed.
“Belle, you just put seven thousand dollars on my credit card, and now you want vanilla? It’s non-refundable by the way, and I’m no Alistair Creed.”
She winced when she looked at me. “Is that a lot?”
“It’s more than ourvanillaresort cost for the entire week.”
She winced again. “I paid that much?”
“You signed the receipt, Belle.” I reminded her.
“I’m sorry, I’ll pay better attention next time.” She batted her eyelashes at me.
“You sure as shit better.” I chuckled. “You’re lucky though, I have the map in my back pocket. Maybe there’s something else here you’d like so we can get our money’s worth.”
“The map?” She asked.
“Yes, of the resort, Belle.”
I nudged her to stand and held her in front of me as I guided her back to our room, feeling protective as hell since men noticed and wanted to fuck the holy living hell out of my wife. As soon as we stepped in the room, she held her hand over her heart. “Thank God we escaped, right?”
I raised a brow at her. Seven grand, I reminded myself. It was the most expensive club in Europe that was open to the public.I glared at her as I pulled out the map then spread it out on the bed.
“I’ll let you choose.” She said and I again raised a brow.
“You could have listened to me when I warned you that you wouldn’t like it.” I didn’t even like it anymore.
She bit her bottom lip, and dammit to hell if she wasn’t already learning how to manipulate me. Who in the hell could ever be mad at that face? “I’ll look for something more vanilla for the princess.” I wasn’t amused. “I only did this to satisfy your curiosity, so maybe we should hit all the rooms.” I studied the map. “Seven grand we better make the best of it.”
She didn’t reply so I looked up at her and she was pointing at the one wall we had in our room. My eyes followed and I saw a condom dispenser. “Look, free condoms.” She said.
I bit my cheek. First of all, she wouldn’t let me use condoms. Second of all, I bought those fucking condoms! “Yes, so very kind and responsible of them.” I growled as I looked away from her to study the map.
“Oh.” She said.
“If you don’t want to see it, shut the curtains.” I didn’t look up from the map.
