Why had he blown his and Sharon’s cover again?

Wiping his hand down his face, he happened to see Brian on the dance floor with a pretty redhead and he scowled. Oh yeah, that was why. Because he didn’t like the idea of her going away for a weekend with her ex, especially to a family wedding. Or, really, with anyone other than him.

It had made so much sense a few minutes ago.

“Why do I hang out with you perverts again?” he asked, muttering the question.

“Because you like to watch,” Liam teased, making everyone laugh.

She had barely taken three steps into her apartment before Jake was on her, his mouth claiming hers in a searing kiss, backing her up against the wall. Every cell in her body cheered in anticipation. They hadn’t stayed at Stronghold very long after Jake had announced his intention to be her date to Melinda’s wedding, and he hadn’t bothered leaving at a different time than her either. Eventually they were going to have to face the music, but right now he was all wound up and ready to take it out on her...

Yes, please, and thank you.

“Let me get my coat off!” she protested weakly when he lifted his lips again.

“Here,” he said with a wicked grin. “I’ll help.”

The coat was all she got to take off, although one strap of her negligee did slip down and expose her right breast as Jake pressed her up against the wall and fucked her right there. Sharon moaned, clinging to his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her, hard and fast.

Captain Caveman was in the house and enjoying himself.

She whimpered as his hands slid down to grip her ass, holding her in place so that she didn’t bang her back too hard against the wall.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” She panted, one of her hands sliding into his hair as she bounced on his cock.

Jake had total control over both of their movements and she really wished she had a mirror by the door because she would have loved to see them moving together, him holding her up, his pants undone only to his thighs, and her still in her red dress with her heels… Whoops, make that one heel. The other one had just thudded to the ground, falling off of her foot from the force of his thrusts.

She squirmed, whimpering slightly as the fingers of his right hand quested towards the center of her ass, but she didn’t protest. Apparently, Captain Caveman was way dirtier than she’d ever suspected Grumpy Cap could be, and she moaned as his finger pressed against her anus. He didn’t push in, because there was no lubrication, but the stimulation was enough to make her shudder as the nerve endings came to life.