Aria's been quite a bit edgy for days. And whenever I ask what's on her mind or if something is wrong, her response is always nothing. I don't blame Aria if she's feeling stressed because of what she's been dealing with lately and how it could be causing her edginess. Reasons being how Neron's been working her harder than ever, how much a handful Walter has been, and how crabby Wyatt's been due to his teething.

But if these aren't the reasons, I wish she'd talk to me about it. I'd like her to tell me if something was bothering her so I could help her. However, there is one thing I've learned about Aria, and that is whenever she's in a mood like she is now, she wants you to back off and let her be.

Sometimes I do, and sometimes I refuse to let her be. Only because when I don't, I get great satisfaction from her feistiness when she drags me into the ring and has her way with me. And that is because I enjoy being used as her pawn-seeing what kind of punches she can throw at me. It's my way of seeing the muscles she's worked hard to achieve come to light. And to experience what her challenger will feel by her punch.

It also brings me great joy to experience her accomplishments with her strength and quickness, including all the new moves she's learned and mastered that she wishes to use on her challengers.

And for days, I've tried everything to get her to take me up in the ring so I could get her to admit whatever's been living rent-free in her mind, but she hasn't taken any of the bait I've thrown at her. But after much thought, I think I've figured out how to get her to spill the beans.

I stepped into the garage and then stopped when I got to my bike. I folded my arms against my chest and stared at it while thinking about the last time I had it on the road, and the more I thought about it, I realized that it had been quite a few months since I last had it out of the garage. And now the itch to take it for a ride worsened after seeing how beautiful the weather was.

Now, if only I could get Aria to get on the bike and go for a ride with me.

Since Wyatt was born, Aria has used numerous excuses for not getting on the back of my bike. Her reasons are always that she's too busy taking care of Wyatt, taking care of Walter, working out, or that she's way too busy training to become the next Amanda 'The Lioness' Nunes or 'Rowdy' Ronda Rousey.

I was in her shoes once, and I thought the same as her, so I understand she wants to be the best of the best, but lately, it seems she never wants to do anything with me anymore, and it worries me.

Well, I can't complain about our sex life because that's never changed; my complaint is trying to get her to ride with me on my motorcycle-alone time with my wife, doing things we used to do before Wyatt was born and before Walter moved in with us.

As I looked at my bike, thinking about the good times, I smiled after memories of when I first got Aria on the back and how nervous and scared she was. So with all her recent excuses for not getting back on the bike, I wonder if she's feeling the same feelings she used to before I finally talked her into getting on and is now scared to get on it.

And now's the time to find out...

I walked back into the house and to Aria sitting on the floor playing with Wyatt. I sat next to her, draped my arm over her shoulder, then squeezed her tighter against me while looking at Wyatt. "What are your plans for the day?"

Her head rested on my shoulder, and as I looked down at her, her eyes flickered up to mine. "Same plans as always. Why?"

I lowered my mouth to hers, feather kissing her beautiful lips, then grinned-smiling that award-winning smile I knew always worked on her. The one that would cause her to melt into me. And the one that always got her falling into my charm. "I think you should call Justin and Nikki to see if they could watch their nephew for the day so we can have some alone time finally. Don't just ask; I want you to insist that they do," I politely encouraged, yet with a hint of begging in my tone.

"What about Walter?"

"They can watch him too. I think some alone time is what we need right now. Don't you think?"

I figured if I left out the part about taking her out for a joyride, she wouldn't give me an excuse for why she couldn't go on the bike. And I think my plan worked. After quietly staring at me for a few minutes, she stood, headed over to the breakfast bar, picked up her phone, and called her brother.

Yes!

While she was on the phone with Justin, I cradled Wyatt in my arms and walked him out to the garage. As I sat on the bike, I sat him between my legs and started pointing at all the gadgets in front of us-explaining what each button does, how to rev the bike while idling, and then I explained how to ride the bike and what you need to look out for while riding it.

I know Wyatt had no idea what we were sitting on, but he was curious about everything I showed him. He may not have understood what I was showing or explaining to him, but in time he will. And it made my day that he acknowledged me talking to him about it by bouncing on my lap, and cooing while drooling all over the bike. All while reaching for the buttons in front of him. He may be just seven months, but it made me feel good explaining it all to him, anyway.

I leaned down, kissed Wyatt's cheek, then said, "Your momma used to love riding on this with me, but now I'm not good enough for her, whatever reason that may be, and now she gives me every damn excuse in the book on why she can't." I moved to his ear, whispering, "Shh... don't tell your mom this. But once your uncle Justin gets his butt over here. I'll be taking your mother on this. And then I'll be doing everything I can to get out of her what's weighing heavily on her mind. Of course, that is, if he agrees to watch you and the ole man."

"Justin will be over shortly."

I snapped my head over to the doorway and smiled, hoping she didn't hear what I was talking to Wyatt about, with my plans of getting Aria to open up to me. "Excellent."

Aria ambled toward me with her hands on her hips and a raised eyebrow-looking at me like I was in trouble.

Uh oh... I think she heard everything I said to Wyatt.

As she neared the bike, she looked away from me and at Wyatt. When she got to us, she lowered to his level and slightly turned her head my way while speaking to him, wanting me to hear everything she was telling him. "Daddy thinks he's sneaky. I know exactly what he's up to," Aria admitted, side smirking.

Damn.

I think I just got busted.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I quipped.

She stood straight with her arms still crossed against her chest and her fingers rolling against the skin of her arms like what crowd goers do while sitting in the baseball stands doing the wave.

And if looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"Nice try, Cayden."

I gulped.

Cayden, huh? She never calls me by my given birth name. So now I know I'm in trouble. Big. Big. Trouble...

"And don't you be giving me that look."

"What look?" I asked, trying to look serious.

"That look-the look of one trying to hide something from me. I know you, Gunner, and I damn well know that you're up to something, and I think I know just what that is."

She's back to calling me Gunner. So I must not be in too much trouble.

"I still have no idea what you are talking about," I smiled. "All I want to do is hang out with my gorgeous wife alone. Besides what we get to do in the bedroom, it's been a long damn time since we had any alone time."

Her eyes narrowed into slits, telling me she knew what I'd got up my sleeve. "That smile you gave me. You know the one when you told me to get a hold of my brother?"

"Yea, what about it?" I nonchalantly asked, like I had no idea what kind of smile she was referring to.

"I knew exactly what that smile meant. It means you want to take me for a ride."

"Maybe," I playfully smiled.

"The only reason I agreed to spend some alone time with you was that I need a break from this place... Plus, I want some alone time with my husband," Aria added before walking away.

I watched her walk to the door, waiting for her to say more, but she didn't. So after she went inside, I looked down at Wyatt and chuckled. "I guess that went well. Much better than I thought it would."

***

Aria whipped her leg up over the seat to get on, then wrapped her arms around my waist and scooted as close to me as possible as she sat behind me-doing what she used to do caused my dick to expand and for it to become scrunched in my pants.

She swatted my hand away as I started lowering it to fix the issue. "Allow me," she insisted. Then she slid her hand inside my pants, wrapped her hand around the bone ranger, and adjusted my pony.

That only made me grow stiffer.

Her hand not only grabbed my kielbasa like she owned it, but she also took control of it while nibbling on my neck and gliding her hand down and up the bone. Then she acted as if she would come around, straddle, and sit on me, but then her hand stopped moving, and she released her hand just when I was getting close to letting myself go. "Tease."

"You mess with me; I'll mess with you right back," she warned, giggling as she sat back.

With a smug grin, I fired the engine. And knowing the bike's rumbling vibrations always turned Aria on, I felt like having a little fun and messed with her by revving it a few times. She scooted closer, tightened her arms around me, and breathed like she was orgasming. "Now, who's teasing?"

I chuckled, then reached my hand behind me and tickled her between her legs. "Now, we're even," I teased, raising my voice over the loud rumbling pipes.

She playfully smacked my arm, then rested her chin on my shoulder. "Well, now that you got me on the bike, are you going to give me a ride, or are we just going to sit here and mess with each other's sensitive private areas, trying to get the one to orgasm before the other?"

I laughed at her remark. I'd love to play with her pussy and get her to orgasm before me, but that'll have to wait until later. I patted her leg, then told her, "I'm more than ready. So if you're ready to hit the road, I'll take off. I'd like us to enjoy this beautiful day while we can."

"Let's go. I need this ride just as much as you."

She finally admitted it...

It felt good to be alone with my wife, finally. And to go riding around like we once used to has me feeling alive once again. I was in heaven with miles of tar passing freely underneath our feet and without a care in the world. It was just her and me breaking the rules, freely opening up our minds to the world surrounding us, intoxicating us as we drank it all in.

Now that both Aria and I are relaxed. I felt it was time to see if I could get what she's been thinking out of her. So I took her to my favorite spot. The same place where I proposed to her.

After noticing the couch was still there, I had to laugh. The lamp and string lighting Justin had hung up were still where I left them. I've always wanted to bring them home, but Aria wanted to keep them here to see if anyone would find and use them for their own needs. But it looks as if everything had gone untouched. So it makes this spot all the more special to me-to us.

"Stay right where you are," I demanded as I got off the bike. I reached into my saddlebag to grab some things, and at the same time, I was ensuring Aria wasn't watching what I was looking to remove.

After removing her helmet, I reached to her ponytail and tugged-tilting her head back and lowering my mouth to her lips, tenderly kissing her. "Thought I'd bring you back to memory lane."

"Works for me," she smiled. "What else do you have up your sleeve?"

I tilted my head to the side and grinned. "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course, I do. But now that I see that look in your eye. I think I know what's coming next."

"And what's that?" I chuckled, lowering my hand to the one item I couldn't wait to put around her-the blindfold.

"Discipline. You're disciplining me for some reason. Am I right?"

"Possibly... do you think should I be?"

Her eyes lowered, and then her mouth turned into a frown when she thought about the question. "Not that I know of. I haven't done anything to be disciplined for. So I have no idea what I did for you to want to discipline me."

I chuckled while raising the blindfold. Then, as I covered her eyes and secured it to Aria's head, I alluded, "You're wrong. You have done something that deserves discipline."

"Like what?" she challenged, raising her voice.

Hmm.

"Where do I begin?" I said lowly.

"You can begin by informing me of what I've done wrong to deserve this kind of punishment," she demanded to know, her cheeks turning brighter red the more upset she got.

I grabbed Aria's hands while I sat on the bike facing her and raised her hands to my lips, kissing her fingertips.

"First of all. Not only have I noticed, but everyone who knows you have noticed you've been a little distant lately. We can all see something has been bothering you. So what I'd like to know is, what is it?"

"Nothing has been bothering me," she murmured.

"Wrong answer," I advised in disappointment. I lowered Aria's hands and attached handcuffs to both of her wrists. Then I maneuvered them behind her and locked both sets of handcuffs on either side of the bike.

"Let's try this again, shall we? I want to know what's been on your mind. Are you not happy with me? Do you want to quit fighting? Do you want me to quit fighting? What is it, Aria?"

She squirmed slightly, then I noticed her chest rise and fall a little faster, and I knew right then that she was hiding something from me. "Nothing," she breathed, shaking her head. "None of what you're asking me is on my mind."

Wrong answer again.

Aria's going to learn real quick; I won't tolerate her hiding anything from me.

Nothing at all.

She should know me better than this.

Either she wants me to discipline her, or she really doesn't want to tell me what's going on with her. And if that's the case. That stings.

"Gunner. I'm telling you, nothing is wrong. I'm just overwhelmed and worn out. That's all," she pleaded, but not in a very convincing way.

"I don't believe you, Aria. It's written all over your face; I see it in your eyes and your mannerisms. Something is definitely bothering you, and I want to know. I'm your husband, for crying out loud. So whatever is bothering you, you need to tell me, so we can fix whatever that may be."

Her lips tightened, and her arms moved, trying to free her wrists. "Unlock these handcuffs," she demanded.

"Nope. Not until you talk to me."

Her arms went limp, and then she became quiet.

So, I leaned back, rested my hands behind my head, and smiled. "That's fine. We'll just stay here until your mouth finally moves."

"Unzip your pants and whip it out. That'll get my mouth moving," Aria retorted.

My grin widened, and I shook my head.

As much as I would like her mouth wrapped around my cock, and rubbing her tongue along my pulsating veins, it's not happening. Not until I get her to open up to me.

If anyone is sliding into home headfirst, it'll be me, which I'm about ten seconds away from doing just that.

"Well?"

"Well, what? There's nothing to open to you about. And I already told you what was going on. These last seven months have been stressful. I've got Wyatt, and then there's Walter. So if you think about it, I'm taking care of two kids. Then I have Neron, who keeps pushing, pushing, and pushing."

"Then quit. If it's too much to handle."

"I'm not quitting," Aria angrily huffed.

Aria may be getting pissed at me for pushing her to open up to me, but I didn't care since that's the least of my worries. I know her better than she knows herself, and everything she's said so far, I don't believe. I don't think Wyatt, Walter, and Neron are the reasons why she's in a funk.

It's something else.

Neron isn't there pushing her from morning until night every day, as she's trying to claim. And Neron isn't there after Wyatt and Walter are asleep, insisting she hit the bags all night. I understand Walter has been a lot to handle lately, but he's pushing her because he knows something is going on with Aria, and she refuses to tell anyone what that is. And I know Wyatt's teething isn't an excuse for her to attack the bags as she has, either.

And because I've caught her working out and punching bags well into the night after I had gone to bed, I know damn well she's got other issues on her mind.

So if she refuses to be honest with me, I guess I'll have to go the other route and do this the hard way, getting her to scream it out. I leaned forward to her face, but I gently and slowly stroked my lips against hers instead of kissing her. "Aria..." I emphasized in a low, deep voice, then chuckled when she sucked suck her bottom lip into her mouth.

I must have tickled her lips.

Or she's trying her damndest not to give me the answers I'm seeking to know. But by her being tight-lipped as she's trying to do, it's still not going to stop me from getting her to be honest with me. And because she's doing what she can to make this into a game, I'll give in to her gaming ways and play her way. And I'll do that by making her squirm, moan, and scream, begging me to stop when I tickle her other lips.

I won't stop what I'm doing if she begs that I do. But hopefully, what I plan on doing will work, and it'll finally get her to admit everything to me.

I traced her lips with the tip of my fingers, then slowly and softly trailed them down her neck while unbuttoning her shirt with my other hand. When my fingers got between her breasts, I stopped after hearing her panting increase and looked back at her lips. It looked as if she wanted to say something, but her lips went stiff, and she remained tight-lipped, so I continued.

I opened her shirt, and when I saw she wasn't wearing a bra, my cock thought it would be nice of him to make his presence known by growing tall and hard.

"Are you going to tell me what's been on your mind yet? Or are you still wanting me to get it out of you this way?"

"I already told you what the problems are," she panted quietly.

"You're lying, Aria," I pressed. "So, since you want to do this the hard way, I'll continue with what I'm doing."

So, I exposed the chest puppies, massaged her breasts using both of my hands, and then I wrapped my mouth around one of her very erected nipples and sucked. I wanted to bite and tug but instead teased it with my tongue, knowing how sore she was the last time I teased her nipples with my teeth and nipple clamps. So, even though I wanted to discipline her for hiding things from me, I felt I should be nice and give her titties a break and torture something else.

Her pussy.

"Gunner, please. I'm uncomfortable," she begged when I lowered her bottoms.

She turned this into my game by not talking to me and ignoring my questions. So I ignored her pleads for me to stop, and instead, I gripped her hips. Then, I lowered my face to the vertical smile and licked the envelope, ensuring it was nice and wet.

"Gunner, stop; I can't take it any longer!" Aria squealed and panted while squirming. And when I refused to listen, her desperation of wanting me to stop got more profound.

"I'm not stopping until you talk," I warned, biting the panic button and tugging hard while two-finger beaver boxing her.

Her hips raised high, she moaned, and then I held her hips firmer when they started uncontrollably spasming.

"Don't be so stubborn, Aria. It's time you get what you've been holding in for months off your chest."

"Gunner," Aria moaned, trying to squirm more when I tugged harder on her clit. Her hips raised high, and when I finger-boxed her faster, she yelled, "Beetlejuice!"

Fuck.

Aria remembered the safe word.

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