Chapter 18
chapter eighteen
Guns
Nico
Not only did I get to experience the heaven that’s buried between my woman’s thighs last night, I was able to sleep with her pressed to my chest too. Now, as if I haven’t been blessed enough, I get to wake my wife with my face buried in her center.
Tiffany moans, her hand drops to the top of my head. I swirl my tongue over her clit, then suck it into my mouth.
“Nico,” she whimpers, pushing her pussy further into my face. “Don’t. I haven’t showered.”
I chuckle at her weak protest.
“Lay back, let me enjoy this pussy just as it’s meant to be enjoyed—with its natural flavor.”
Her legs fall further apart as I bury my tongue into her tunnel. I rub my nose against her nub as I lap at her center. Angling my head to the right, I put my attention back on her swollen button. Her hips move as if she can’t stay still. I add two fingers into her heat, working them slowly.
“Yes, right there,” she moans.
I suck her into my mouth one last time, and it’s a wrap. Her knees close around my head, her back arches off the bed, and she lets out a long whine that fades into a whimper.
When she pulls my meal away from me, I know she’s too sensitive for me to finish. I place kisses on her thighs, and then move up to her stomach, to her chest and then her lips.
“Good morning,” I say with a grin.
She laughs, covering her mouth. “I have morning breath.”
“I’ve slept beside you for two years now. I’ve smelled your hot morning breath before.”
She gasps before playfully smacking my arm.
“I want to take you out tonight.”
Her head cocks to the side. “We can’t. It’s the weekend and Rose has the night off.”
I shake my head, placing a kiss on her nose. “I’ve already talked to her. She said she’ll watch him for us.”
There is another beat of silence. I see it in her eyes. She wants to talk about last night. I wasn’t na?ve enough to think that all our shit was hashed out just because she let me have her last night. I knew we still had more work to do.
She looks away from me. My finger under her chin brings her attention back to me.
“Tell me what’s wrong?”
“What happened last night was incredible, and I don’t regret it, but we still have a long way to go.”
“I know. That’s why I want us to spend time together tonight. Let me show you why you fell in love with me.”
She looks unsure, but I can already tell she’s going to give in. Before she tells me what I want to hear, I take advantage and kiss her lips again. The moment our lips touched, I dove my tongue into her mouth. She kisses me back, closing her eyes. Our tongues dance with each other.
My cock is so hard, it’s lying between us like a missile ready to aim at its target. Without breaking our kiss, I lift her thigh over my forearm and push my dick into her heat.
“Ohhh,” she cries, breaking the kiss.
The sweltering heat wrapped around me has my head dropping to her shoulder.
“Nico.” The sultry sound of her voice whispering my name does something to me. “We don’t have time. I have to get Noah.”
I love my son more than I love myself, but I wasn’t coming out of this tight heat for him.
Grinding slowly into her center, I lean up to look down in her face.
“Rose has him, and I got you. Now say yes to our date, Angel.” I pull out and push back in, making her sweet little pussy sing. The wet noises it makes have my dick growing harder.
“Say yes,” I damn near growl as I slam into her.
She claws at my back, her eyes shut tight. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Pride fills me. I was determined to win this woman back.
I take my time with my wife, fucking her slow and deep, causing her to cry and moan each time I hit that spot buried inside her. Her nails dig into my back, but she doesn’t protest.
An hour later, I’m showered and fully dressed for the day.
I stop by the bed to look down at her. She’s fast asleep, completely naked, with her mouth open.
A warm feeling spreads through my chest. For a moment, I thought we would never get to this point.
I know we haven’t fixed all our shit. But at least we are on the mend.
Placing a kiss on her forehead, I walk out of my room with a smile. The moment I step out the room I bump into a small figure.
“Niccolo, my apologies. I was coming to see if my daughter was up.”
Since she’s been staying here, I only see her sporadically. Whenever we've run into each other, she’s always been pleasant enough.
“She’s not up yet.”
She looks at the door and then back at me, running a hand down the front of her dress.
“Oh, okay.”
I step around her, heading away from my bedroom.
“I suppose after her morning activities she will be sleeping for a while.”
There is a playfulness in her tone. Turning to face her, I take in her grin.
“I suppose so.”
Her smile rises as she steps forward. She places a hand on my arm.
“I’m glad my daughter found you. She’s a lucky girl.”
Dipping my chin to my chest briefly, I respond. “Not as lucky as me. If you will excuse me.”
I turn my back to her and come up short when I spot Ms. Rose with my son. Noah has his head on her shoulder enjoying one of his morning yogurt pouches. He gives me a grin showcasing his four teeth.
Rose looks me over before her gaze lands on Evelyn. Her face undergoes a very subtle shift. To a normal eye, you wouldn’t be able to tell, but to someone who has learned to pay attention to the minor details, I can tell the change. Rose isn’t pleased.
I head over to her, taking my son out of her hands.
“Well, if you will excuse me,” Evelyn announces as she scurries away.
Rose watches her the entire time. I plant kisses on my son’s cheek. He smells of baby powder and cocoa butter.
“I don’t trust that woman.” Rose turns back to me with a glare.
I chuckle. “You don’t trust anyone.” Hell, it was part of her job for years.
She shrugs. “I trust my gut. And you should too.” She gives me a pointed look. I wasn’t worried about Evelyn Parks. As long as she didn’t disturb my wife, she was safe with me. The moment she did anything to upset Tiffany, her ass was going to be on the street.
“Give me my chunky man.” Rose takes Noah out of my arms. My son loved me and his mom, but we all took a backseat to his nanny.
“We’re going to get some breakfast,” she coos to him, tickling his belly. “That way your mommy can sleep in. Especially since your daddy tired her out.” She gives me a pointed look after that last sentence.
I toss my head back and laugh. My baby put on a show. But in Tiffany’s defense, I truly tried to fuck her into a coma.
After the encounter with Rose, I was out shortly after. Mason wanted to meet us at Salv’s apartment.
Mason and I both lived on the outskirts of town on private property.
We preferred the quiet and privacy of living away from the city.
Kaz and Salv were the opposite. They thrived off the pace of the city.
It made sense since both spent a lot of time in the nightlife.
Especially since Salv owned multiple clubs.
Roc stops the SUV in front of Salv’s apartment building. He owned the entire building, yet he only occupied the top floor.
I climb out the back when Ghost opens the door for me. His head is on a swivel, like always.
“Relax, Ghost. Today is a wonderful day.” I take a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the chilly winter air.
“You good, Boss?” Ghost asks with a cocked brow.
I grin, patting him on the shoulder. “I’m great.”
We head into the building with him following behind me. He walks past me so he can enter the building first. I spot Kaz at the elevator.
“Kaz, hold up.”
Kaz looks up from his phone right as the elevator doors start to close. He places his hand between the doors, causing them to open back up. Ghost and I step onto the elevator. Ghost in front of Kaz and I.
“Good morning, Kazimir.”
Kaz lifts a brow at me. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I chuckle, placing my hands in my front pockets. “Nothing, I’m just having a great day.”
Kaz looks over to Ghost before looking back at me. His gaze narrows before returning to normal.
“Tiffany let you fuck her, didn’t she?”
Ghost burst into laughter. I glare at Kaz. He was right, but I didn’t appreciate him saying it.
Before I could respond, the elevator dings and slides open to the sound of shouting.
“Fuck you, Draco.”
The three of us step out into the short hallway that leads to Salv’s front door. A leggy brunette is heading toward us looking pissed.
“You already did,” Salv says lazily leaning against his door frame in nothing but his boxers. “Three times, to be exact.”
Kaz and I step out of the way as the woman nearly tramples us trying to get to the elevator. She steps in and pushes the button to the lobby, I’m assuming.
“Lose my fucking number,” she snarls.
Salv chuckles. “Baby doll, I’ve already forgotten your name.”
The elevator doors closed on her stunned face. Salv laughs as he walks into his penthouse. We follow behind him.
“How many times have I told you to stop bringing random women to your home?” Kaz flops down on the white leather sofa.
Ghost goes over to the floor to ceiling windows and leans against them. I take a seat in one of the accent chairs.
“I don’t like fucking in hotels.” Salv shrugs as he goes over to his open kitchen. He pulls a water bottle out of the fridge.
“When your dumb ass gets robbed, you’ll start going to a fucking hotel.”
Salvito comes around the counter separating his kitchen from his living room. He leans his back against the marble.
“Why are you in such a pissy mood? Did your weekly hooker not show up?”
Ghost snorts, and I chuckle out loud. It’s a known fact that Kazimir pays escorts to fuck. He’s keeping those women in business.
Kaz glares at Salv.
“He has been in a bad mood today. I greeted him this morning, and he didn’t even say anything back,” I add.
Salv eyes me up and down, his gaze bouncing from my face to my relaxed demeanor.
“I’m guessing little sis gave you some pity pussy?”