She walks farther onto the field.
Fitz and Abe stand guard on opposite sides of the walkway leading toward the stadium seating.
Serenity slows.
Then stops completely.
I watch her stare toward the right side of the arena.
Her eyes widen.
“What the fuck?” The asshole yells.
“I can’t believe this.” Serenity turns and jumps into my arms.
I hold her effortlessly with my big palms planted on her round ass. The way her gray eyes marvel at me with aww, I’dgladly bring assholes that don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her to her feet every day.
“Baby, you did this for me?” She questions.
My brows pinch. “Of course.”
She cups my face. “I’m sorry. Of course you remembered.”
Her lips crash against mine. I deepen the kiss.
“Nico,” Serenity moans.
I suck on her tongue, then pull back. “Mrs. Pitucco, as much as I want to run off this field and fuck you senseless, we should stick to the plans I have laid out for us.”
“I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”
“We’re both lucky, princess.”
My wife stares at me like she needs to fuck me. I place her on her feet to get my wife’s head in the game.
The motherfucker is yelling at me and my wife the entire time I’m trying to speak to her.
Staring down at her, I stroke her chin. “After our game, I will gladly slide deep into your pussy.”
Her tongue slicks across her lips.
“Really, Nico?” Fitz grunts to my left.
I ignore my wife’s bodyguard.
Threading our fingers, I lead her to the bag of supplies resting on a table to our left. “We have dart guns, knives, paintball guns, and more.”
She releases my hand, reaches into the bag and retrieves white hooded heavy-duty coveralls perfect for paintball.
“Oh, these gloves fit nicely,” she beams as she pulls the first one over her massive diamond wedding ring.
The black gloves are thin and functional, great for athletic sports.
“You two are fucking psychos,” he shouts from the wooden chair he’s zip-tied to.
“Hold your comments.” I point at him. “I’m coming for you, asshole.”
I suit up, too.
