I claw at his shirt, desperately ripping it off. Just as urgently as he tears my clothes off. “Billy had stuff for me to take care of.” He won’t like that answer, but it’s the only honest one I have for him.
A growl comes from deep within him as he pushes me back against the wall, trapping me in his embrace. Those dark eyes of his bore into mine. “I’ll be having words with Billy. Your office hours don’t fucking extend this late.”
I wrap my hands around his biceps. “No, you won’t be having words, Nitro. This is my work, and you know it’s important to me.”
His shoulders tense as his jaw clenches. Billy is almost always the reason for our arguments. Nothing else comes between us the way he does. “Tatum,” he says in a low rumble, the kind he uses that signals a warning to me that he’s not happy.
I place a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Let’s not do this tonight.”
“When, then? Because I’m sure as fuck tired of going over this, and I’d like it settled once and for all.”
The tone he takes angers me, and I push against his chest to separate us. When he refuses to budge, I glare at him. “Can you please move back so we can discuss this without you crowding me in?”
Instead of moving back, he moves even closer, his body pressing hard against mine, his eyes flashing with determination. When his lips claim mine a moment later, he’s rough. Dominant. Exactly the way he is when he wants to lay down his law. And fuck if it doesn’t turn me on. But he knows it will. It always does.
I kiss him back, my hands going to his jeans. Frantically, I pull them down. I need his cock. God how I fucking need his cock.
He growls again as I take hold of him, and spins me around to face the wall. His movements are so damn forceful that by the time he thrusts inside me, the side of my face is pressed hard against the wall, and I’m struggling to breathe.Exactly how I like it.
It’s the fastest sex we’ve ever had, and is over way too soon. But if I know my man, he’s just getting warmed up.
He’s also just getting warmed up with the argument we’re going to have over Billy.
First, he’ll try to fuck my agreement out of me.
When that fails, he’ll fuck me some more to let me know he’s pissed.
But by morning, he’ll be spent and I’ll still not have buckled.
And he’ll continue to love me even though I can’t give him this one thing he wants.
11
FURY & ZARA CHRISTMAS SCENE
ZARA
This scene takes place during the Christmas I wrote about in my book Christmas Hearts.
Me: Grace misses you. You should come home soon.
Fury: What about my fiancé? She doesn’t miss me?
Me: Maybe a little. I mean, she’s pretty engrossed in her new puppy, so maybe not too much.
Fury: Clearly I need to come home and remind her why I’m her favourite.
Me: Not a bad idea. Especially since it’s her birthday and the gift at the top of her list is your cock.
I watchas the dots go up and down while Fury taps out a reply but they stop and never start again. After a couple of minutes of no reply, I drop the phone on my bed and go back to patting Grace.
I left the Christmas barbecue an hour ago, leaving Fury there to go over club stuff with King. After some long months of them still not being completely good with each other, they’re finally getting their shit together. It’s a relief to both Mum and me because the tension between them has affected our family. Not badly, but it’s nice to be able to enjoy a family dinner without that strain.
Grace captures all my attention and I lose track of time. When I hear the garage door open, I smile at my baby and kiss her before saying, “Daddy’s home.”
I don’t know if my excitement carries over to her or if it’s the noise coming from the garage, but her tail wags enthusiastically and she jumps off the bed. I smile as she scampers out of the room. Grace is going to bring so much joy to our lives; I just know it.
Following her down the hallway, I scoop her into my arms when we reach the garage door. Opening it, I take her into the garage with me. We find Fury sitting in his car, head down, engrossed in something. As I draw closer, I see it’s a text message that has his full attention. By the look on his face, he’s not impressed with whatever he’s reading.
