This takes place a year after Battle Hearts
Nitro’sPOV
6:05 a.m.
“Vegas.”I curve my hand over my wife’s hip as I press my lips to the back of her neck. When she wakes, I ask, “What time do you have to leave this morning?”
“By eight.” Her husky early morning voice reaches for my dick in the way I like first thing. If I could live every minute of my life in this early morning time, I would. There’s not much better than this time of the day with Tatum. “I take it you’ve got plans for me filling that head of yours,” she says as she rolls over to face me.
I find her eyes, settling there for a moment. Ten years of looking into this woman’s eyes isn’t long enough. Hell, even ifit had been ten decades, it wouldn’t be enough. “I’ve always got plans for you filling my head.”
She smiles, moving her body against mine and bringing her lips closer. “Tell me about today’s plan.”
I grip her leg and pull it over mine. “My plans don’t involve talking, Vegas,” I growl as my lips crash down onto hers.
Tatum is my safe harbour, and her mouth is the first thing I seek when I’ve been away from her like I have been this past week. When I arrived home in the early hours of the morning, I had to restrain myself from waking her. She’s been working too many hours lately and I found her sprawled across our bed just after two a.m., laptop open beside her. She was sleeping soundly. Her face was pure beauty and I could just make out her features in the moonlight that filtered through the window. Her blonde hair was splayed across her pillow, spilling onto her tattooed shoulder. The same pale light illuminated her soft lips which had begged me to kiss them. Take them. Do what I wanted with them.
She’d told me to wake her when I got home, but I let her sleep. Now that I have my hands and mouth on her, I’m almost certain that what I want to do to her won’t be what I actually do to her. A week without Tatum is too fucking long. I doubt my ability to take my time with her.
I kiss her thoroughly.
Deeply.
Like a starved man.
The sounds she makes while I do that are sounds I’ve missed this last week.
When I move on top of her, she wraps her legs around my body. Tightly. Her fingers dig into my neck. Her tongue lets me know how fucking much she’s into this kiss. And when she steals her mouth from mine to utter my name, I reclaim those lips faster than I ever have.
I spend far longer with her mouth than usual. Usually, I’m more impatient for her pussy. Today, I need these promises of connection.
When I’m done with her lips, I kiss my way down her throat to her tits and as I suck a nipple into my mouth, I find her eyes.
She arches her back and watches silently while I dedicate time to both her breasts before saying, “I need you to fuck me.”
“I’m getting there.”
She grasps my shoulder, her nails almost piercing my skin. “Get there faster.”
Fuck, I love it when she’s this turned on. This demanding. I grind my dick against her. “You missed me, Vegas?”
“Nitro.” It’s almost a beg. “I need you now.” And there’s her desperate need for me. The need I know I could never live without again.
“Fuck,” I growl, not wasting another second. I’ve got my hands on her legs before she can catch up and am spreading them wide as she buries her fingers in my hair. A moment later, I get my first taste of her in a week and fuck if it doesn’t mess with every thought in my head. It’s the exact same effect Tatum has had on me since the first time I had her.
“I’m not letting you go away ever again,” she says while I give her my tongue. While she grips my hair like she really won’t ever let go.
“That’s gonna be hard. I’m only back for two nights this time.”
Her fingers squeeze around my hair, pulling it. I barely notice the pain that causes because I fucking live for any pain like this that Tatum delivers. “Since when?”
I run my tongue from one end of her cunt to the other before lifting my face to meet her gaze. “You knew this was likely.”
Displeasure creases her features. “What I know is that King is working you too hard.”
“Yeah, and you also knew I probably wouldn’t be home for long.”
“Why does it have to always be you who goes? King’s got a club full of guys to choose from.”
