***ZANE’S POV***
That sneaky little creeper ass waiter was eyefucking my wife and if I say that I like it then I am lying.
As the waiter leaves, entering the staff only area, I stand scraping my seat back.
“Where are you going?” London aks and I look at her.
“The restroom. Do you want to tag along?” I ask trying to be funny but it sounds more like a really pissed off situation.
“I know you, Zane, you are going to hit that dude, you have done it before,” she snickers loud.
I know she is right, that is why I lower my head until she is a breathe away.
I kiss her mouth teasingly, lingering just enough for her to desire me, then, I back off.
London’s grip on my neck is tight and she pulls me down, giving me a proper kiss.
“Don’t move your lips away from mine without giving me a proper kiss,” she bites out flashing me her teeth.
Rolling my eyes, I watch her giggle.
“I’ll be right back, little girl,” I mouth out softly and place a kiss on her forehead before leaving.
I look back at my shoulder and London is munching on her chocolate cones and licking her ice cream.
Looking left and right, no one is looking and then, I dive into the room.
I sight the waiter and he is walking towards the backdoor. Following him, I grab him by the lapels of his shirt and yank him backwards.
“Hey man,” he groans out and looks at me. I sneer heavily and pulling out my gun and I push it in the dude’s ribs.
“You look at my beautiful wife again and I will shoot you when you leave your shift,” I blurt out angrily.
He gasps as the head of my gun digs deeper into his ribs.
“I am sorry man. I wouldn’t even serve your table, I wasn’t aiming to start a fight,” he says his voice shaking with fear.
I would have laughed if I wasn’t too pissed off already.
“Go get another staff for our table. If I even as much as see your face for the rest of the night, then that means you are asking for trouble for yourself,” with that said, I push him forward and put the gun in my holster, arranging my suit and walking out of there.
London is not on her seat when I get there so, I turn and walk back towards the women’s restroom.
She pops out, a frown pulling up her forehead.
“Hey baby,” I sing out circling her waist and bringing her closer to me.
“I didn’t see you in the male restroom, where were you?” she asks frowning.
“You came back here when I asked you to sit on the table and eat? Bad little girl,” I mouth out as I start tickling her.
She laughs softly, throwing her head back. When I stop, she wipes off the tears that were trickling down her eyes.
“You went at the waiter,” it is a statement and not a question.
I wrap her towards the table and nod at her fast melting ice cream.
I quickly order a new one for her. When it is brought, a new waiter shows up, serves and leaves almost in a rush.
That is the kind of effect I would have too if I was being warned off someone with a dangerous air surrounding them.
The look on London’s face isn’t lost when she glares at me and then her jaws drop, her eyes popping out.
“Daddy what did you do?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I reply digging into my ice cream and not looking at her.
“Daddy, look at me, what did you do?” she says softly and when I snub her, she grabs each side of my head and push her face to look at me.
“London,” I call out as laughter bubbles at the back of my throat.
“You hit him didn’t you?” she demands as if I would look this calm if I did.
“I wish I had,” I sigh out.
London creeps into my chest, not caring whether or not people are watching. This makes my cock bubbles as I spread my thighs wider, allowing her to lean into me more.
“Explain that,” she blurts out.
“I just used my gun and threatened the motherfucker to stay off him. I must have gone a little far with that joke and I just didn’t want to see him ravish you in my presence,” I state nonchalantly.
London sighs and pushes her head on the croak of my neck, she starts nuzzling it and I moan, shrieking with how good she feels.
“We are in public, little girl, sit your ass out and finish your dessert,” I mouth out fighting the urge to take her back and fuck her.
“Act cool, London, we are in public,” I warn her off.
London shakes her head and I push my fingers between us until it slips into her panties.
She is wet and I flick her clit gently, causing her to moan.
“Bite my neck to stifle the moan,” I tell her and continue rubbing at her clit.
London nods, rubbing her clit over my finger.
The table is high enough to cover London’s lower body, and I use that to my advantage, constantly rubbing her clit until I feel her start convulsing around my fingers.
“I’m going to cum, Daddy, we can’t make out here,” she cries but continues riding my fingers.
“Shh! Come for me, baby,” I mouth out and on a cry I muffled with my lips, my wife cums and I kiss her harder, making sure the remnants of her climax subsides.
“That was… It was… Awesome,” she mutters softly chuckling as she looks around.
Awareness dawns on her and she closes her eyes softly, “We just made out in a restaurant,” she cries out blushing, swirling her hands from around my neck and she covers her face with it.
“Embarrassment after cumming? No, baby, don’t be,” I tease her softly.
She whacks my chest, hiding behind her hands again.