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  IBSN: 978-1-989782-23-1

  Her Little (A Novella)

  Copyright 2021, J.M. Walker

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  ACKNOWLEGEMENTS

  ABOUT

  Jude

  Pale blue eyes stared back at me. They were eyes I had looked into for years. Eyes that I fell in love with so long ago, I couldn’t remember how it felt not to love them. They were part of the only woman I loved.

  The only woman I wanted to spend my life with.

  The only woman I existed for.

  “I don’t want this to end,” my wife whispered, cupping my face. Her voice shook, her gaze moving back and forth over my face. My stomach did a flip at the mere intensity seeping from her pores. Even though we were in the middle of a heavy conversation, my body still reacted to hers and I prayed that it never stopped reacting.

  “It’s not going to end.” I covered her hands with mine. “I’ll do everything to make you happy and I’ll help you fulfill your fantasies as well.”

  Mia looked away.

  “Hey.” I kissed her temple. “It’s my job as your husband to make you happy, baby.”

  “I don’t want any jealousy. I just…I want to play.” She chewed her bottom lip.

  I gave her a small smile, brushing the back of my hand down her cheek before running my thumb along her bottom lip. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

  “But it’s weird.” Mia huffed, pulling away from me. “Isn’t it? What wife goes to her husband and asks for a threesome? It’s not like our sex life is lacking, Jude. But I want…I just…You don’t think it’s weird?”

  “No.” I captured her hand, tugging her back against me. “It’s not weird at all. It would be weird if we didn’t talk about it. It would be weird if I came home and found you in bed with another man or woman only to find out that it had been your fantasy all along.” I kissed the side of her throat. “It would be weird if you didn’t include me.”

  “Never.” Mia spun around, pushing me back until I hit the edge of the couch. I lowered, pulling her onto my lap. “My fantasy is for you to join,” she explained. “For us to have a threesome. For us to play with someone else. I want to watch you fuck another woman.” Her cheeks turned pink. “But I only want it to be with another woman. I don’t want another man.”

  “Thank fuck for that.” I chuckled.

  “Is that wrong?” Her cheeks turned an even darker shade of crimson.

  “Babe.” My laugh deepened. “You’re a damn minx and yet, here you sit with a blush in your cheeks because you’re telling your husband your fantasy.”

  Mia punched my shoulder, her lips pulling up into a smile. “I just don’t want you to be jealous.”

  I pinched her chin, placing a hard peck on her mouth. “I don’t want you to be jealous either.”

  “Never.” She shook her head. “God, baby, if I came home and found you with another woman, especially if we chose who she would be, together, it would be the hottest thing ever.”

  “As long as we decide who she or he is. Together.” She had said she didn’t want us to have a threesome with a man and only a woman, but I needed to know for sure that she meant what she said.

  “She.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

  “I want it to be a she.” A sly grin spread on her face. “Not a he.”

  “You want to fuck another woman, Mia?” My cock jumped beneath her ass. “You want to use your toys on her?”

  A husky laugh left her. “I think you want me too as well.”

  “A she it is then. Did you have anyone in mind?” I knew she used to have a crush on my stepsister in the beginning, but we never talked much about it.

  “Your stepsister,” Mia whispered.

  My eyes snapped to hers. “Not sure if she’ll be down with that.”

  “I know.” Unbuckling my belt, Mia lowered the zipper to my jeans. “I’d like to try though. As long as you’re okay with that.”

  Blood pumped through my dick, sending a tingle racing down my spine. “Yeah, babe. I think I’m good with that.”

  Mia grinned. “Really?” Ripping open my jeans, her eyes dropped to my lap. “You okay with me trying to fuck your stepsister, Jude?” she asked, reaching into my jeans and pulling out my cock. “You okay with coming home and finding me with her? Touching her. Kissing her.” She leaned forward, licking along my bottom lip. “Tasting her.”

  “Fuck,” I breathed, lifting my hips and pumping my cock into her hand.

  “You sure you’re okay with that?” Mia tightened her hand around my dick, fisting it in slow torturous moves.

  “Yes.” I reached up, cupping the back of her head and pulled her down to my mouth. “I won’t be jealous.”

  She shivered. “Neither will I.”

  I smirked.

  “I love you, Jude,” she whispered, tightening her grip around me.

  Fisting her hair, I crushed my mouth to hers, tasting her gasp on my tongue. “I love you, Mia.” I nipped her bottom lip.

  She broke the kiss, leaning her forehead against mine. “I need you, but I also need more.”

  “I know, baby. We’ll talk to her. See if she would be down for this. And if she isn’t, we’ll approach someone else who will be, but I don’t think it’ll be a problem. I see the way she looks at you.” I kissed her jaw. “I think it’ll be easier to approach her than you think.”

  Mia sighed, swiping her thumb over the tip of my cock. “You’re nice and hard, Jude. Talking about this has really turned you on.”

  “You have no idea but pleasing my beautiful wife, turns me on even more. And if that means bringing my stepsister into this, then so be it.”

  “Thank you.” Mia released her hold on me and slid off my lap. Turning around, she stripped out of her clothes, leaving her beautiful body bare for me.

  I sat forward, grabbed a handful of her ass and sunk my teeth into the flesh.

  Mia threw her head back, pushing back into my touch.

  Kissing and biting up the length of her spine, I rose to my full height. Reaching around her, I cupped her breasts and pulled her back against me.

  She arched into me. “God, Jude.”

  In a quick move, I bent her over the coffee table. “I only have one request with this whole thing.” I thrust into her, stopping when I filled her to the hilt.

  Mia moaned, looking at me over her shoulder. “What request is that?”

  “If I’m not here and you mess with my stepsister, if you fuck or fool around, whatever you do, I want to know all about it. I want,” I pulled out of her, “every, single filthy detail,” I said between thrusts.

  “Yes, I’ll tell you everything.” Mia’s pussy sucked me in even deeper, squeezing down around me at my words.

  “Good girl.” I reached under her, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. “Now, come for your husband, Mia, and then I’ll let you play with my stepsister.”

  My wife
was coming in a matter of minutes.

  I knew she had been nervous to approach me with the subject, but little did she know that I had wanted my stepsister for as long as I could remember.

  But having my beautiful minx of a wife along with my seductive stepsister, was just an added bonus.

  And I couldn’t wait to have them both.

  No matter how long it took.

  They would be mine.

  Forever.

  Jude

  Walking into Rouge, I scanned my surroundings. The strip club had been something I used to attend before Mia and I got married but every now and again, we would still go to the club together. She liked watching the women dance. She said it was better than having a bunch of dicks flying around in her face.

  Mia had told me to go out and find us a new toy to bring home and play with. We had talked about inviting my stepsister into our little duo but both of us had been too nervous to broach the subject with her. So we thought maybe a stranger would be better. We could start with them and then move onto Tiffany, but I was starting to have second thoughts about that. Especially when I couldn’t find anyone even remotely worth bringing home to my wife.

  “Have fun tonight.” Mia smiled at me, cupping my cheek. “Bring us something home to play with.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want to mention this to my stepsister? You know Tiffany would be down with anything. Especially when it comes to you.” My wife had a way about her. She could sell snow to an Eskimo.

  “Nah.” Mia cupped me over my pants and kissed my cheek. “Maybe in time but right now, I think we should ask someone else.” It was her way of saying that she was nervous and didn’t want to ruin her relationship with Tiffany. I got it. I loved my stepsister, but it would kill me if our little obsession shoved her out of our lives as a result of our lust for her.

  “Come to the club with me then,” I told Mia. “A woman might not want to leave the club when they don’t even know us. Especially if it’s only me approaching them.”

  “Everyone knows you,” Mia corrected.

  I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”

  She laughed lightly but the humor never reached her eyes. “All right, I’ll be there in a bit.”

  I nodded, heading to the door.

  “Oh, Jude?”

  I turned.

  Mia’s eyes heated. “Do you have something in mind?”

  Yeah, my stepsister. “I’ll see what I can find.”

  When my wife had given me permission to find a little plaything for us, I hesitated. I thought at first, she might have been setting me up. Maybe she was testing me. But I had known Mia for awhile. We had been married for a couple years already and as explosive as our sex life was, I knew she needed something else and I was willing to give that to her. I just had to find it.

  “You need something,” Mia said, pacing back and forth. “And I’m willing to give that to you.”

  “No, you need something. I may be down for bringing another woman into this but if you told me that you changed your mind and no longer wanted to have a threesome, that would be fine with me.”

  Mia stopped pacing and stared up at me. “Really?”

  I closed the distance between us and placed a soft peck on her mouth. “Of course.”

  “What if Tiffany agrees? I mean, after we try and invite a stranger into this. It won’t be weird for you?”

  My dick jumped behind the fly of my jeans at the mere idea of seeing my wife’s face between another woman’s legs. “Nope,” I croaked.

  Mia laughed, her cheeks turning pink. “My husband is a dirty man.”

  I chuckled, grabbed her upper arm and pulled her against me. “My wife is a filthy little girl.”

  She shivered. “You have no idea.”

  A sly grin spread on my face. “I’ll see if there’s a stranger even remotely close to what we’re looking for. If there isn’t, then we can talk to Tiffany. Either way,” I landed a hard swat on the cheek of Mia’s ass, “I know exactly how much of a slut you are.”

  “God, Jude.” Mia pulled away from me, rubbing her hand over the spot I spanked. Her bright blue eyes locked with mine. Something flashed behind them. Something I wasn’t sure that I was ready to face.

  My stomach twisted. “What is it?”

  “Promise me that if there’s any amount of jealousy, you tell me.”

  “You have to promise me the same thing.”

  She nodded. “I promise.”

  “I promise too.”

  Her shoulders slumped, a sigh of relief leaving her. “Our marriage comes first. I love your stepsister, she’s family, but you are my life.”

  I closed the distance between us, wrapping Mia up in my arms. “And you are mine.”

  Mia was an incredible woman. While we were happy in our marriage, we needed something else, even if it was something small, to spice things up. I already knew when I walked into Rouge that I wouldn’t find what I was looking for, but I promised my wife that I would at least try. So there I was, trying.

  The hairs on the back of my neck tingled. My eyes flicked to the doorway, finding Mia entering the room. Even though I had been with her just an hour before, my cock still twitched at the sight of her.

  Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail. A black dress hugged every inch of her curvy frame. The deep vee in the front went down to her belly button, showcasing her flat stomach.

  My tongue became thick.

  Fuck, she looked beautiful.

  Her gaze caught mine. She gave me a wink and headed to the bar. She would have her first drink and then I would approach her.

  As per normal, she ordered a vodka martini with two olives. She pulled one off the stick and stuck it in her mouth before taking a sip of the liquid that would no doubt burn its way down her slender throat.

  Men approached her. Even though they knew she was with me, some would still try to convince her to go home with them or back to one of the private rooms. But she always turned them down. We had talked about having an open relationship but when strangers were brought into it, I wanted to shut that shit down. Especially when it came to other men. If another man was going to be fucking my girl, he had to be someone I trusted. And that hadn’t happened. It probably never would. It was one reason I wanted to talk to my stepsister about it. At least we trusted her.

  Mia glanced my way, her dark eyes roaming down the length of me. Just the idea of playing with Tiffany ignited this burning need inside of me. My cock pushed against the fly of my jeans, coming to life at the idea of watching my wife fuck my stepsister.

  Approaching Mia, I brushed my fingers over the back of her neck before leaning down to her ear. I kissed her hairline, smirking at the notable shiver trembling through her. “You look beautiful,” I whispered.

  “Thank you,” she breathed, licking her full red lips.

  I sat beside her, placing my hand on her knee and kept a firm grip on her. I wasn’t usually a possessive man but when it came to her, my true Alpha showed through, and I couldn’t stop myself from laying my claim.

  “See anything you like?” she asked, taking a sip of her martini.

  I ordered a beer before locking eyes with her. “Yes.”

  She laughed, the husky sound shooting right to the tip of my dick. “I’m not talking about me.”

  “But I am.” I looked around the vast expanse of the room before locking eyes with her. “I don’t want anyone else, Mia.”

  She chewed her bottom lip. “Really?”

  I cupped her jaw, leaning forward and placing a kiss on her full mouth. “Really.” I brought her hand up to my lips. “We can talk to Tiffany about this. We can take months, years, I don’t give a shit how long it takes but I don’t want a stranger.”

  Mia sighed. “God, neither do I.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “You don’t? Then how come you asked me to come here and search for someone?”

  She shrugged. “I just want you happy.”

  “Baby, I’m happiest
with you.”

  Mia’s eyes shone. “Really?”

  I gave her a small smile. “As long as you are happy, that’s all I care about. Finish your drink and we’ll go home.” I cupped her knee, pushing my hand beneath her dress. “I’m itching to fuck you in this dress.”

  She giggled, winking over the rim of her glass. “Would it help if I told you that I’m not wearing any panties?” She waggled her eyebrows.

  “Would it help if I told you that I don’t give a shit what you’re wearing beneath this dress because it won’t be staying on you for very long?” I bit out, giving her inner thigh a pinch.

  She jumped, coughing.

  I chuckled. “Finish your drink, babe. I’m hungry.”

  Mia downed the rest of her martini, rose from the stool and grabbed my hand. “Take me home, Jude.”

  Before we got home, my cock ended up in Mia’s mouth and down the back of her throat. The sounds of her gagging while I fucked her face as I tried not to crash the car, was music to my damn ears. If this was how it was going to be before we mentioned our little fantasy to my stepsister, I couldn’t imagine how it would be once we approached her.

  If she even agreed.

  It was a chance, but it was a chance that I was willing to take.

  Mia

  I wanted to fuck my sister-in-law.

  There. I finally allowed myself to have those thoughts. I shouldn’t be having them, but I couldn’t control it anymore. She was beautiful. Kind. So damn kind. Especially to animals. She was like Snow White. Animals loved her. How could they not? She was pure and with the thoughts rushing through my head, she wouldn’t be pure by the time I was done with her.

  I would bet on my house that there was a little slut inside of her just begging to be unleashed. With the right person or persons in this case, the minx in her would come out. She just needed a little coaxing.

  After Jude and I had gone to Rouge a few weeks ago, we hadn’t tried to pick up a stranger since. Instead, we walked on eggshells around his stepsister. Every time she entered the room, he would make an excuse and hightail it out of there. I often did the same, but I also didn’t want Tiffany to think something was wrong. Because it wasn’t. We were just nervous and didn’t want to ruin what we had with her. She was family. That came first.