He grins. “You won’t stop fucking your husband,” he says as he delivers the most earth-shattering strokes.
Clearly, this isn’t the time to discuss putting distance between us. He’s using his good dick against me.
My back slides along the cool tiles as my breasts bounce rhythmically between us. Nico hooks my legs over his forearms and drives deep.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I scream, my voice breaking as I climax intensely. My body trembles uncontrollably. The pleasure is just what I need to relax me before I torture my enemies.
Minutes later, I sit on the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped around my body while Nico rummages through his duffel bag. He tosses another combat outfit onto the bed and one of his t-shirts. After slipping on a pair of gray boxers and a black t-shirt he steps closer.
“Arms up,” Nico orders. He pulls a t-shirt over my head.
Before we exited the shower he put conditioner on my hair. I love how attentive he is. Nico digs in my bag and retrieves a pair of panties.
“Should’ve known you won’t let me sleep without them while we’re staying here.”
“Fuck no.”
What’s the point of arguing? I slide them on and climb under the sheets. Two aspirins and a bottle of water await on the nightstand. I toss both pills in my mouth and gulp half the bottle of water. Capping the bottle, I place it back on the nightstand.
Nico reappears out of the bathroom with my phone. He places it on the bed beside me. I tap Kisha’s contact and hit the FaceTime button. She answers on the first ring.
“What’s going on?” She asks.
“Angel is fine.”
Kisha releases a calming breath. “Good.”
“And everything is contained. You just have to stay there one more night. We’ll be there in the morning to pick you two up.”
“Not a problem,” she says.
“Here’s Madden.”
She places the phone in his little hand. Nico sits next to me fully dressed.
“Mommy, Daddy!” Madden exclaims.
“Hey, how’s my little man?” I ask.
“Good. I’m playing my games and watching movies. Kisha is making popcorn.”
“I bet it smells good,” Nico adds.
Madden giggles. “It does.”
His eyes dart between us. “When will I see you?”
“Tomorrow,” Nico responds.
Madden’s face lights up.
“You’re coming to live with mommy and daddy in our home,” Nico says.
Madden looks at me for confirmation.
“Yes, we’re going to our new home,” I confirm.
“What about Nana Fia?” he asks.
