Chapter 1
TATUM
“I’m not letting you out of my sight today,” Nitro said as he spooned me, sliding his hand over my hip and reaching for my pussy. “Seven days straight of you chasing after Billy’s shit is six days too many.”
My lips curved into a smile. What he wanted to say was seven days of me chasing Billy’s shit was seven days too many.
But that was only because he still wasn’t a fan of my boss.
I wasn’t sure he ever would be. Nitro was a man who didn’t let shit go easily.
Not shit that affected his family, and since he still held a grudge over the way Billy handled his relationship with Nitro’s sister, I didn’t see a change coming soon.
Pressing my ass against his rock-hard cock, I said, “You know I’m a fan of lazy Sundays spent at home, so I’m good with your plan, but you might wanna share it with Dustin.”
He pushed two fingers inside me. “Why the fuck would I need to share that with my brother?”
I gripped his arm as the pleasure he delivered raced through my veins.
God how I didn’t want him to stop, but if I knew his brother well, we wouldn’t have a choice soon.
“Because I’m pretty sure I just heard him outside.
I would say I’m surprised you didn’t hear him, but you clearly had other things taking up your attention. ”
“Fuck,” he muttered, dropping his head to rest against my shoulder.
“Nitro!” Dustin called out as he banged on the front door. “I brought your favourite breakfast. And I’ll make porridge for Tatum.”
Laughing, I pushed Nitro away and rolled over to face him. “Looks like your plans have been changed, champ.”
His eyes darkened. “We do breakfast. We spend some time with Dustin. And then your cunt is wrapped around my dick while I fuck you for as many hours as it takes to get my fill. Billy fucking Jones has consumed your attention this week; today, you’re mine.”
He left the bed and strode into the en suite he’d recently built for us. My eyes remained glued to his firm ass the entire time, just like they always were when Nitro was naked. That ass would always be my downfall; Nitro could convince me to do almost anything when it was on display.
A couple of minutes later, Dustin banged on the door again. “Nitro! Tatum! Wake up! It’s hot out here.”
Nitro exited the en suite at the same time I left the bed. “I’ll let him in. You take your time,” he said.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him to me before he left.
Then, after standing on my toes, I curled a hand around his neck and angled his face down so I could kiss him.
It wasn’t a rushed kiss—Dustin could wait—but rather a long, deep kiss filled with promises.
When I finally let him go, I said, “We do breakfast and we spend time with Dustin, but we do that shit as fast as we can. I need that fury of yours today.”
“Fuck,” he hissed. And then he was gone.
Fuck was right. Billy had worked me hard all week, and then some.
I’d left early for work every day and come home late and exhausted each night, collapsing into bed unable to even entertain the thought of sex.
Nitro wasn’t the kind of man to go a day without sex, and I wasn’t the kind of woman to do that either.
We didn’t need it to connect, but touch and intimacy were key parts of our relationship.
We’d taken what we could this week, but what we both needed was an entire day alone, skin-to-skin.
I listened to him and Dustin for a few moments, smiling like I always did when the two of them were together, and then headed into the en suite for a shower. I didn’t take my time like Nitro had said; I wanted to hurry breakfast along.
After I dressed in the tiny denim shorts and fitted white tank that Nitro loved, I padded out to the kitchen, doing my best to ignore the heat. It had become unbearable this week, and since it was already stifling, I knew today was going to be another scorcher.
Dustin’s smile blasted my way as I sat on the stool next to Nitro at the breakfast bar. “I’m making you porridge, Tatum.”
I returned his smile as Nitro slid a coffee across the counter to me. “You’re way too alive for this time on a Sunday morning, Dustin. What’s going on?”
His eyes lit up more than they already were. “I had a good night at work last night. And it’s not that early.”
Nitro took a gulp of coffee before saying, “It’s eight in the fucking morning, Dustin.”
Nitro was still fixated on the early drop-by, but I’d moved on from that. I was more interested in what had happened at work last night. Dustin worked a cleaning job at Billy’s, the club my boss owned, and while I knew he liked his job, it didn’t usually make him this happy.
“What happened last night? Did you talk to Stasia?” I asked. Dustin had a crush on one of the girls and had spent the last week trying to get up the courage to talk to her.
He reached for some plates in the cupboard. “No, she wasn’t there last night.” He looked ready to burst with pride as he said, “I did a job for Earl and he paid me two hundred dollars.”
The second the words ‘I did a job for Earl’ left Dustin’s lips, I placed my hand on Nitro’s thigh, trying to steady his response. This was bad and I needed to attempt to intervene before my man lost his shit.
He ignored me, though, as I figured he would.
“What kind of job?” His voice was low and edged with a dark demand.
Nitro knew what kind of jobs Earl ran, and they weren’t the kind of jobs Dustin should have been getting himself tied up with.
But Dustin’s naivety and faith in people got him into trouble all over the place, as did his desire to make friends everywhere he went.
“All I had to do was drop off some medicine to one of his friends. Easy.”
“Fucking hell.” Nitro moved off the stool, his body tense, his desire for blood evident with each purposeful stride he took towards our bedroom.
Shit.
I looked at Dustin. “Was Billy there?”
He opened the bag of food he’d brought with him and laid pancakes on the plates. “No. It was just Earl last night.”
Earl was one of Billy’s managers at the club; the only one I didn’t like or trust. I’d told Billy he was bad news, but my boss had a way of only listening to some of the stuff I advised him on.
He’d told me Earl had increased revenue dramatically, so he wasn’t going anywhere.
That had been three months ago, and I’d kept my eye on Earl since, waiting for him to fuck up.
He was smarter than most, and sly; so far I hadn’t discovered anything damning.
I slid off my stool. “I’ll be back in a minute. You keep making breakfast.”
He nodded, still smiling big, completely unaware of the storm brewing.
I hurried into the bedroom and found Nitro with his phone to his ear. His eyes came to mine, full of fury and the expression he wore when he was communicating ‘Don’t argue with me, Vegas’.
“Billy wasn’t there. I doubt he even knows about this.” I never was good at not arguing with him.
“I don’t give a fuck, Tatum. It’s his club; he’s where the buck stops. No fucking way should Dustin have been dragged into Earl’s fucking side hustle.” His nostrils flared. “I swear to fuck, if this shit happens again, and if Dustin ends up on the cops radar, I will fucking spill blood.”
“I agree, but—”
I was cut off when Nitro snapped into his phone. “Billy, we need to talk.”
Silence then while he listened to whatever Billy had to say.
Then—“No, I’m coming to you. This shit needs to be face-to-face. Where are you?”
Fuck.
Billy must have given him the information he wanted because after listening to him for a few moments, Nitro said, “I’ll be there in a couple of hours,” and then stabbed at his phone to disconnect the call.
“Nitro—”
His nostrils flared again. “No, Vegas, I’m done playing nice with Billy for you. This overstepped my limit and I’ll be making that crystal fucking clear to him.”
I reached for his arm as he took the few steps to exit the room. “Nitro. Wait. You’re being unreasonable.”
He stopped and gave me his attention but I knew by the hard set of his jaw that he didn’t want to.
“Let me talk to Billy,” I suggested, “I’ll make it crystal fucking clear that this should not have happened and should never happen again. If you go see him in the mood you’re in, fuck knows where it will all end up. And you causing problems with Billy isn’t something Storm needs.”
He worked his jaw. He knew I was right. “Fuck,” he muttered.
Before we sorted it out, my phone rung.
Billy.
I placed my phone to my ear while holding Nitro’s gaze. “What’s up, Billy?”
“I need you in here to take care of something.”
“At work?”
“Yeah.”
“I was looking forward to a day off.” I tried to ignore the way Nitro worked his jaw again.
“Yeah well we all were, Tatum, but turns out some fucker has caused me a shitstorm that I need you to take care of.”
I exhaled my frustration. “After this, I’m taking two days off. You won’t call. You won’t text. You won’t even breathe in my direction.”
“Fucking hell you bust my fucking balls some days. Just get your ass in here and handle this shit. If I have to sort this out, you’ll be working overtime for weeks to get me free of the consequences.”
I ended the call and waited for Nitro to speak. He would absolutely have something to say about me going into work today.
But he didn’t. Instead, he shook his head and said, “Go take care of whatever he needs and sort this mess out with Dustin. And make it clearer than fuck that if something like this happens again, he won’t have the good fucking fortune of not dealing with me.”
I moved into him, scrunching a handful of his shirt. “Thank you,” I said softly.
He placed his hand on my ass, pressing my body hard to his. “What for?”
“For trusting I can take care of this when I know the last thing you wanna do is let anyone fight your battles.” I pulled his lips down to mine and brushed them with a kiss before adding, “I love you.”
He gripped the back of my neck and dragged my mouth back to his. After his lips crashed down on mine and he kissed me like a starved man, he growled, “Get your ass back here as fast as you can. I have plans for it.”