Chapter 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 against 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.