by Levine, Nina
Placing her on the bed, I say, “You wanna make a bet?” I move over her, dropping my mouth to her collarbone and trailing kisses along it.
Taking hold of my face, she drags my eyes back to hers. “We need a re-match.”
“Not fucking tonight, we don’t.” When she opens her mouth to argue with me, I silence her with a kiss, and I dedicate my time to it so that when I finally let her lips go, she’s forgotten about the fucking Monopoly game. So that the only fucking thing she’s thinking about is my dick and how fucking much she wants it.
I remove her dress and her bra before kissing my way down her body. When I get to her stomach, I stop there, placing my hands on her. On the place where our baby will grow.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I say as I kiss her stomach.
She threads her fingers in my hair. “About what?”
I look up and meet her gaze. “I want five kids now.”
Her eyes widen. “You said two.”
“That was before I knew how fucking good it feels to know we’re having a child. Five minimum.”
“Wait, when you say minimum, does that mean you’ll maybe change your mind again and want more?”
“Yeah, baby, it does.”
“Hmm, well I’m out for five, so it looks like you’re gonna have to get yourself a new wife at some point. I think I can stretch to three. After that, you’re on your own.”
“I’m never getting myself a new wife.”
“That was a smart answer, Mr Blaise.”
“I’m a smart man. I married you.”
“You can stop sweet talking me now. I’m not changing my mind.”
I drop another kiss to her stomach and grin. “You know me too fucking well, Mayfair.”
“Yeah, I fucking do.”
I finish with her stomach and make my way down to her pussy. Spreading her legs, I tongue her clit and push two fingers inside her. She arches her back and moans. It’s the sweetest fucking sound in the world to me.
“This isn’t going to take long,” I say, unzipping my jeans and removing them. Knowing she’s mine for life and is going to be the mother of my children has me so fucking hot for her it isn’t funny.
“We’ve got all night,” she says, hooking her legs around me as I move over her again.
I kiss her before saying, “We’ve got all fucking weekend. I’m not letting you leave this house until Monday.”
A sexy smile slides across her face as she grips my neck. “Are you going to lock me up so I can’t escape?”
“If I fucking have to.” I stare down at her. “You have no fucking idea what this news has done to me, do you?”
Her fingers tighten around my neck. “I think I do, because it’s done the same thing to me.”
Searching her eyes, I demand, “Tell me what it’s done to you.”
“It’s like my skin can’t contain the love I have for you anymore. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before and like nothing I can truly explain.” Her arms and legs cling to me harder. “It’s a feeling I’d do anything to know forever.”
“Yeah, baby, it is.” I kiss her, long and lazily. I’m torn between wanting inside her right fucking now and wanting to stay in this moment with her for a long fucking time.
“Okay, you need to get that dick of yours inside me now,” she says, her filthy mouth taking over. “Otherwise I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.”
“Fuck I love it when you talk dirty to me.” I thrust inside her.
“Oh God, yes.” Her fingers dig into me.
I pull out and slam in again before finding the rhythm we both love.
I was right. This was always gonna go down as one of our fastest fucks.
We come together and after she cleans up in the bathroom, I pull her into my arms and hold her there, thinking about the child she’s carrying.
“I’m gonna teach him how to fish,” I murmur against her ear.
She rolls to face me. “How do you know we’re having a boy? She might be a girl.”
“Yeah, she might be, and I’ll teach her how to fish if that’s the case.”
“What else will you teach her?”
I run my hand over her hip and around to her ass. “That she has the best fucking mother in the world and that she just needs to learn everything about being a woman from you.”
“You’re getting sappy in your old age.”
I grin. “Well, it sounded better than telling you I’m gonna teach her all the ways to knock a guy flat on his ass if he fucking touches her when he shouldn’t.”
Her smile lights every inch of her face up. “Now that’s more like the man I love. I wouldn’t expect anything less. Tell me what else you’ll teach our son.”
“I’m gonna teach him every-fucking-thing a man needs to know, but mostly how to love and protect his sister and his woman.”
Chelsea moves like the wind, crawling on top of me and bringing her mouth to mine. After she takes her time kissing the fuck out of me, she says, “I love you, Mason, and I’m pretty sure that you could sweet talk your way into five kids with me if you tried hard enough.”
“Baby, I could fucking sweet talk my way into ten kids with you if I wanted. We both know that. But I think you’re right. I think three’s the limit.”
“What made you come to your senses?”
I stare up into the blue eyes I love, fucking lost in them. “I realised I’d be exchanging time with you for more kids, and that isn’t something I’m willing to do. Not fucking ever.”
She smiles down at me and I lose myself some more. After she kisses me again, she says, “Okay, enough talking. I’m ready to practise getting pregnant again.”
I chuckle. “Only you would fucking practise getting pregnant when you’re already pregnant.”
“I was taught by the best man I know.”
“Yeah, you fucking were,” I growl as I flip her onto her back so I can get the job done. I fucking love this woman with my whole damn heart and then some. If she wants to practise getting pregnant, we’re gonna fucking practise getting pregnant. I will always fucking give her what she wants.
10
Tatum & Nitro
Tatum
This is a super short flash fiction chapter I wrote for Tatum & Nitro. I often write these flash fiction pieces while I’m warming up for writing.
He reaches for me, his grip demanding and urgent.
It’s been two days since he’s had me, and two days is too long for Nitro.
His mouth finds mine. “Where have you been, Vegas?” The gravel in his voice excites me while the darkness sends a thrill straight to my core. “You said you’d be home by nine. I’ve been waiting for you.”
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 again
st 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 watch as 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.
“Hey you,” I greet him when he glances at me through his open window. “Is everything okay?”
He holds my gaze for a long moment before looking at Grace. No words leave his mouth, and that combined with the rigid set of his shoulders cause my stomach to twist with concern.
Opening the door, he exits the car. “That was Winter.” He reaches for me. “I have to leave for Melbourne first thing tomorrow.”
Disappointment floods me. Fury thought he’d have at least a week at home before he’d have to go back, and I was looking forward to all that time with him. And with Noah, too. Fury was supposed to pick him up from Lynette tomorrow and have him until he had to leave.
I don’t express my disappointment; Fury doesn’t need that. Instead, I nod. “Okay.”
His eyes search mine and I hate everything I see in them. The stuff going on with the club is heavy and his eyes hold every ounce of that heaviness. My man is exhausted, physically and mentally. And I know from the things he tells me that he carries guilt over having to leave Noah and me all the time.
Before he can say anything, Grace wiggles in my arms and tries to launch herself at Fury. We both look down at her and he embraces her as she climbs across.
“I told you she was missing you,” I say as I take in his muscular arms holding our tiny fur baby. It hits me how much I want to see him holding our child one day.
He meets my gaze again. “I’m sorry I have to leave so soon. I wanted more time with you.”
I grip his shirt. “I know. And I understand.”
Silence sits between us for a beat before he says, “Fucking hell.” Scrubbing his hand over his face, he adds, “This shit is fucked up.”
I pull him closer, needing the contact. “Yeah, it is, but you need to stop worrying about me and just focus on what you’ve gotta do.”
He turns silent again and from the way he watches me, I know there won’t be any more fun, playful bantering between us before he leaves. I can see him going inward again. To the dark place that lives inside him. I’m okay with that because I love every part of Fury and I knew that place existed before I chose to be with him. What I’ll miss, though, is seeing his eyes light up with the easy happiness that comes when he leaves that place. I’ll miss that for him more than I’ll miss it for me.
Grace refuses to sit still in his arms and drags our attention to her as she puts her paws on his chest and lifts her head so she can lick him. She successfully licks his face, including his lips, and he pulls away to avoid a second round.
Laughing, I reach for her. “We’ve both been dying over here waiting for you to come home so you can kiss us.”
Heat fills his eyes. “We’ve got twelve hours before I have to leave, and I intend to spend most of those hours with my mouth on you.” He jerks his chin at the house. “Get your ass inside and sort Grace out so she won’t bother us for at least an hour. I’ll be in in a minute.”
God. Yes.
Standing on my tiptoes, I brush my lips over his lightly. Just enough for a taste. And just enough to stir his dick. When I pull away, I say, “So long as that mouth of yours spends a good amount of time on my pussy, I’ll be a happy girl.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, curling his hand around my neck and pulling my mouth back to his. This kiss lasts a lot longer than the one before it and I take that as a promise of what’s to come because it’s like Fury is claiming me all over again. Ravaging me completely, with only his mouth.
When he finally lets me go, I’m breathless. With need. With anticipation. With love.
We linger for a moment, catching our breath, and then I leave him without another word. I usually have a lot of words for him, but not now. Now I just want to communicate with our bodies.
I do as he said and get Grace set up with her food, water, and toys in the dog playpen he bought her. I’ve no idea whether she’ll happily play here and leave us alone like he’s hoping. I suspect she won’t, but maybe we’ll get lucky.
Fury comes inside, the garage door closing behind him, and disappears down the other end of the house to our bedroom while I finish setting Grace up in the living room.
Giving her one last kiss, I say, “Be a good girl and play by yourself, okay? Mummy needs some time alone with Daddy. You and I will have all the hours to play when he goes away tomorrow.”
Backing away from the playpen, I miss her already, however if I had to choose, I’d always choose time with my man. So I blow her a kiss and turn to go in search of him.
I don’t have to go far; I practically run into him when I turn.
My hands go to his bare chest to steady myself. Dropping my gaze, I take in that chest and struggle to shift my attention back to his face.
“Fuck I love your eyes on me,” he rasps.
His husky voice draws my gaze back to his face. “I do too. I mean, let’s make some changes around here so I can keep them on you all day every day. That’s pretty much my dream life.”
As expected, he doesn’t banter with me. Instead, he scoops me into his arms and carries me to our bedroom where he drops me on the bed. Not wasting a second, he moves me to where he wants me and strips me of my dress.
Bending his mouth to my breasts, he undoes my bra and lets it fall to the side. He then dedicates time to both my breasts with his mouth, tongue, and hands. I can barely form thoughts by the time he’s finished.
When he lifts his head, I reach for his neck and direct his mouth to mine. I need to kiss him. I love sex with Fury, but the one thing I would take over everything else is his lips on mine. Kissing him is when I feel most connected to him.
I take my time with this kiss, deepening it slowly. My fears over his return to Melbourne gradually fall away as I lose myself in him. They’ll never ease, but when we’re together like this, I’m able to forget them for a while.
Ending the kiss, he surprises me when he stops and looks down at me. “Nothing’s going to happen to me, princess.”
I grip his arms. “How do you read me so well?”
A hint of a smile crosses his face. “It’s a special talent of mine.”
My heart sings; there’s my playful man. “I love all your special talents but especially that one.”
As easily as his playfulness appeared, it disappears again. “You need to stop worrying about me.”
“I will when you stop worrying about me.”
“Never going to happen.”
I tighten my hold on his arms. “Same.”
“Fuck you’re stubborn.”
“Oh, and you’re not?”
“It’s my job to worry about you, Zara.”
“You are such a caveman sometimes. Why can’t it also be my job to worry about you?”
That triggers him and before I know what’s happening, he’s pulled me up and has me sitting in his lap facing him with my legs and arms around him. His intensity is a living-breathing thing when he growls, “I am a fucking caveman when it comes to you because I love you so fucking much. I want your happiness like I fucking want air, and it kills me knowing that every time I’m away, I’m sucking some of that happiness from you.”
