An Alliance Bonus Scene

by S.J. Tilly

I let a grin pull across my lips as I step into the bathroom.

Payton has music on, the sound playing through the speakers in the ceiling. I don’t recognize the song, but it has a beat, and I can see her swaying to the tune through the steam-covered glass.

I was looking for my wife, and I found her.

Just happy luck I found her naked.

My shirt goes first, and I drop it on the ground.

My belt is next, and I’m careful to set it quietly on the counter.

My pants and everything else go last, leaving a trail of clothing behind me.

I really was just looking for Payton, wanted to show her something. But I’m a man who takes the opportunities presented to him.

And this is most certainly an opportunity.

I pull the shower door open and step inside.

She’s facing away from me with her hair piled on top of her head, held in place with a yellow clip.

And my eyes follow the rose-scented bubbles as they slide down her back.

Over her ass.

My jaw works at the sight, and I close the door behind me.

She starts to turn, feeling the shift in the air, but I grip her hips, holding her in place.

Payton lets out a squeak as she startles. But the tensing of her muscles is momentary.

Only a fraction of a second.

Because she knows it’s me.

She knows it’s my hands on her skin.

And she never denies me.

“Nero.” She leans back against my chest.

And when she feels it. When she feels how much I want her. How much I always fucking want her… She arches into me.

I slide my hands around to the front of her stomach, holding her tight. “I missed you.”

She huffs a laugh but still tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck to me. “We had dinner together two hours ago.”

I press my lips to the side of her throat. “Your point?”

Her hum vibrates against my lips.

Stretching my arms out, I cup my hands in front of her. “Soap.”

“I just finished rinsing off.”

I shake my head, chin on her shoulder. “That’s not what I asked.”

She reaches for the bottle, bending forward.

I bend with her, keeping my body plastered to hers.

We straighten together, and I inhale as she fills my palms with her bodywash.

I wait for her to put the bottle back. “One step forward,” I demand.

We step together.

“Hands on the wall.”

She complies.

I rock my hips into her, my cock snug against her ass.

Rubbing my hands together and lathering the soap, I rock again.

We both groan.

She tilts her hips, wedging my length between her cheeks.

And I know our foreplay is going to be much shorter than I planned.

I drag my soapy hands over her stomach, covering as much of her soft skin as I can.

Feeling as much of her as I can.

The song changes, the tempo slower, the beat sultry.

Payton sways her hips.

I move with her.

My hands glide up to her tits. And I palm them.

Squeeze them.

Roll her nipples between my fingers.

I look down over her shoulder and watch as the bubbles drip off her pebbled peaks.

I want to suck those bubbles off her breasts.

I want to lick her.

Everywhere.

I make a mental note to look into edible soap.

“Nero.” Payton tips her head back against my shoulder.

“Yes, Wife?”

Her eyes are closed, but she smiles.

She loves when I call her that.

I love calling her that.

I tighten one arm around her waist as I slide my other hand down her belly.

Lower.

And lower still, until we both groan again.

“My dirty baby. Already so slick for me.” My finger slips into her core.

She nods, lifting her chin as she opens her eyes. “I’m always ready for you.”

I grin as I drag my finger out of her, up over her clit. “Because you’re such a good wife.”

She arches, I lean down, and our mouths seal together.

And she tastes like mine.

She always tastes like that.

Like my future and past and beyond into eternity.

My tongue drags across hers.

My finger rubs circles on her bundle of nerves.

And she presses her ass back into me. Asking me for more.

With our tongues tangled, I release her waist and move my hips back just enough to grip the base of my cock.

We’ve done this before.

Right here.

Just like this.

But when I press into her heat.

When she takes me.

It’s bliss.

It’s always fucking bliss.

I thrust deep, and her mouth falls away from mine as her head drops forward.

I wrap my arm back around her body, holding her tight as I pump into her.

Water splashes.

Skin slaps.

Moans fill the glassed-in shower stall.

And like every time with her, with my Payton, I lose myself.

I lose myself because there is no me without her.

There’s nothing but us.

She starts to tremble.

I push deeper.

Her legs start to shake.

I add a finger as I continue to rub.

Payton takes a shuddering breath.

Her pussy flutters around me.

And she lets go.

She lets go so perfectly.

And that’s all I need.

All I need are her sounds. Her clenches.

I tighten my hold on her.

I rock into her.

And with my teeth against her shoulder, I fill her.

Over and over, my dick pulses until I feel as unsteady as Payton is.

She twitches, crying my name, and I pull my hand away from her core and slap my
palm against the wall next to hers.

“Fuck.” Our chests heave in tandem. “Just give me a second.”

Payton mumbles something in agreement, and as we catch our breaths, I let my cock slip free.

“Stay there.” I pour a little more soap into my hands and inhale the scent as I crouch behind her, gliding my palms up and down her thighs, leaving her as clean as I found her.

Rinsed off, I turn the water off and open the door just enough to grab her towel.

Used to my needy attention, Payton holds her arms out as I dry her off.

I wrap the towel around her body, tucking the free end between her breasts.

She smiles up at me. “I love you.”

“I know.” I press my lips to hers. “I love you too.”

Naked, I step out of the shower first and go about drying myself and pulling on
sweatpants while I watch her rub lotion into her limbs.

Once she’s done and dressed in pajamas, I follow her into the bedroom, turning off
the bathroom light.

It’s not quite time to go to sleep, but sitting in bed together is one of my favorite parts of the day.

We’ve just pulled the blankets up over our laps when Toto trots into the room.

Payton inhales like she’s going to greet him, but she lets out a choking sound instead.

And that’s when I remember why I was looking for her in the first place.

“Husband?” Her tone is casual, but her eyes are locked on the dog. “What is Toto wearing?”

I look at the goofy mutt standing a few feet past the foot of the bed.

And I suddenly get the feeling that Payton might not approve.

“It’s a new harness.”

“Husband.”

“Okay, it’s a holster.”

I mean, technically, it could be called a harness. It has a place to connect a leash. But yeah, it’s a gun holster.

As Toto blinks at us, I can see that the holster is sagging to one side.

Probably need to add a gun to his other side. Even out the weight.

“Why?” She’s still staring. “In what possible scenario does our dog need a gun?”

I rub my chin. “It’s not for him, obviously.”

Payton slowly turns her head to look at me. “There is nothing obvious about this situation.”

“The gun is for me. Or you. If the need arises.” I gesture to the animal. “Imagine finding yourself in a pinch, you whistle for Toto, and ta-da… gun.”

She waits before she replies, taking the time to hear me out. But I brace myself for her response when she lifts a brow.

“When was the last time Toto listened to a whistle?”

I purse my lips. Fair point. “Admittedly, the plan needs some work.” I think about that second gun. “But the bones are there.”

Toto drops onto his butt, then starts frantically kicking his hind foot at his shoulder, not used to wearing such a contraption.

Payton scrunches her face as she watches Toto scratch at the side with the gun. “Are you positive he can’t, uh, shoot that thing?”

I don’t answer.

“Nero.”

I consider. “It’s unlikely.”

“Nero.”

I sigh. “Okay, fine. I’ll give him a gun with a safety.”

“There’s no safety?” My wife’s voice kicks up an octave, and I know I’ve lost.

“I’ll get him one. That was an oversight.”

She points to our baby boy. “Now. You’ll take that non-safety gun off him right now.”

“Toto.” I pat the bed.

He stops scratching, and his scruffy head perks up.

I whistle and pat the bed again.

He bolts out the open bedroom door.

This little asshole.

I turn to Payton, but she just lifts her hand higher, pointing to the doorway. The now is silent this time, but still there.

Groaning, I flip the blankets off my legs and climb out of bed.

Crossing the threshold, I spot Toto standing at the end of the hall, looking my way. But as soon as I take a step toward him, he barks once, then darts down the stairs.

I groan louder.

If King could see me now…

That prick is always telling me to send Toto off to training. But there’s no way in hell we’re sending our boy away to school. So, chasing him through the house to retrieve my pistol it is.

I’m jogging down the steps when my phone rings.

I pull it out of my pocket, then roll my eyes.

Think of the Devil…

“It’s past your bedtime, old man. Why’re you up?” I greet King.

“I need cleaners sent—”

“Help!” A woman’s shouts fill the line. “Help!” I pause my steps. “Can you hear me?” My lips part. What the fuck? “I’m being kidnapped! Help!”

I hold the phone away from my ear to make sure it is indeed my best friend calling.

My best friend… who has apparently kidnapped a woman.

Then I do the only thing I can.

I laugh.