Chapter 9 Coordinates
On Saturday night, Nicki lay on the large Alpha King bed in Tyler’s office bedroom, with the sound of Boon snoring beside her.
She took a selfie of them together and sent it to Tyler with the caption;
You know, I’m not used to sleeping with another man, but Boon is really making it difficult to have him leave when you come back, with a winky face.
Tyler responded back with a laughing face, immediately.
I was just going to text you, my angel. Boon looks good on you. He better be the only one in bed with you while I’m away.
Haha, Nicki responded. Everything OK over there?
Yeah, it went alright. Minor issues with our new partners, but nothing we can’t handle. 1 out of 3 done.
Alright… well have a safe trip back tomorrow my darling.
Thanks my love. I can’t wait to see you. 2 nights is too long without you.
Tyler sent her a final goodnight text and his stomach tickled as he did.
He missed her as if he was gone for a month.
His yearning would have to be put aside, though, as he put his phone away and turned back to the guys at the table.
Their usual post-delivery decompression hang out was an old Irish bar in Vancouver.
“Haven’t seen you boys here in a long while!” the friendly waitress said, taking their drink orders. “You need some ice for that, hun?” she asked Tyler.
“I’m good, thanks, just the whiskey,” he replied.
His left brow was red and swollen from the blow he had received earlier by one of Leemans wielding a pipe.
They did not appreciate Tommy’s absence at the delivery and thought it was suspicious that the prince was missing.
The pipe over the face silenced Tyler’s covering for his brother. A painful blow he had to accept.
They were outnumbered by one.
The waitress took the orders from the crew and walked back to the green-lit bar.
“I’m going to fucking kill Tommy,” Tyler said as he tried to call him again.
No answer.
“Pick up your fucking phone! Enough is enough, asshole, you should have been in Vancouver!” he yelled into the speaker, recording yet another unanswered voice note.
The crew was just as disappointed in Tommy as Tyler was.
Tico shook his head.
Frustrated, Tyler massaged his temples, propped up on his elbows on the table.
“Where is that motherfucker?!” he suddenly shouted, smacking the table. It made the group flinch. Vinnie didn’t even attempt at a joke. The group remained sullen until Seattle.
The crew returned to the Compound just before midnight, late Sunday. Sasha was on the couch watching a movie on his phone and got up as soon as Tyler, the first of the group, entered the house.
“Relax, buddy,” Tyler said, and shook his hand. “All good?”
“All good, boss. Nothing suspicious from the Leemans all weekend. Miss Nicki didn’t argue with me, and everything was smooth,” Sasha replied.
“Good. Any word from my brother?” Tyler asked.
“No, boss.”
Tyler shook his head disappointingly and went straight upstairs.
The sound of Boon’s snoring was heard from outside of Tyler’s office bedroom door.
He turned the knob slowly and walked in to find Nicki, sleeping under the covers in a tank top and Boon with his head resting in the curve of her waist.
For a nano second, Tyler felt jealous of the dog.
He tapped him lightly and Boon growled as he lifted his head.
“It’s me, you idiot,” Tyler whispered to the Rotty and shooed him off the bed.
Nicki awoke and put her arm out.
“Tyler?” she asked half asleep.
“Yes, baby, it’s me. I’m so happy to see you.”
He walked over and crouched down to her face, turned to the side of the bed. He leaned in and kissed her gently.
“Mmm, hi,” Nicki whispered sleepily with her eyes closed.
“Sleep, baby,” Tyler murmured, putting his arm over her heavily. His exhausted body exhaled over her. He kissed her gently again, unable to leave her be.
Finally, Tyler walked around the bed, took off his clothes down to his boxers, and got under the covers, scooting over to spoon Nicki from the back. He breathed her in, instantly smelling the strawberry scent he craved.
“Mmmm, you smell so good, baby.”
He wrapped around her gently, with his arm over top of the covers, and exhaled.
It wasn’t a minute later that Nicki’s senses were awakened.
The feeling of Tyler’s heavy body nestled behind hers, his arms wrapping her into him so tightly that her breathing became shallower.
His low, growling exhale at her ear. The smell of outside on him.
His protective embrace. She felt herself getting wet without any movement.
Just him, near her, in the pitch-black room was enough.
The moon from the skylight sneaked a pale beam into the room when the trees moved. Other than that, it was black, with only the sensation of the sleeping lion beside her.
She moved her hips ever so lightly. It only took a second. His shaft hardened in an instant. She rubbed her behind over it some more.
Steel hard.
“Baby, are you trying to make me crazy? You know I won’t be able to stop if I get going,” Tyler warned.
“Or is that what you want? You want me to lose control over my cock that’s getting so hard for you right now, that I will have no choice but to fuck you and blow my load into you?
” he whispered into her ear. “Is that what you want?”
He grinded his shaft against her behind and his heavy arm migrated under the covers and over her warm body under it.
Nicki kept her eyes closed, lying on her side, loving every second of teasing him.
“You’re so warm, baby, I love coming home to you. You have no idea what a turn on it is for a man to have his woman waiting for him in his bed when he gets home. Let’s see if you’re wet for me…”
Nicki smiled mischievously to herself in the dark.
His hand caressed her arm then went over her tank top, over her tummy and to her front. She was only wearing panties.
Tyler reached his hand further down, over the material between her legs.
She moved so that he could easily feel what she was offering.
The warm, wet material on his fingertips almost made him blow his load in his boxers.
“Are you fucking kidding me, baby? This is what I get to come home to? Your fucking warm wet pussy like that?” he growled, still pressed up against her, spooning her from the back.
“Well, it’s your pussy, baby,” she said quietly.
The thought made him turn possessive and harder than ever. He wrapped his arm around her tightly, squeezing her closer up against his chest. He pressed his face against the side of hers.
“Fucking right that it’s my pussy. You’re all mine!” he growled.
His hand moved over the material over her clit. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and opened her legs wider. He continued massaging it in circles, faster until she moaned louder.
“I’m going to make this glorious pussy come so good.”
His hand was magic. Nicki pressed back harder against him and he only tightened his grip around her like a Boa constrictor. Except instead of offering the sweet release of death, it was pure, carnal pleasure.
“Baby!” Nicki managed in her lust.
“Shhhh, baby, we gotta be quiet. I’m going to make you come but you have to stay quiet,” he instructed.
Nicki instantly remembered they were at the Compound and the crew was sleeping all over the house. She pressed her lips together and slapped both hands across her mouth.
“Mmmmm!” Nicki moaned from her lustful explosion.
“That’s my good fucking girl, coming so nicely…” Tyler whispered. “Now take off those panties for me.”
Nicki, in her blushed cheeks, slid off the panties, remaining on her side, under the covers that were now too hot. She slipped the thin material off and into her hand.
“Now give them to me,” Tyler instructed. He took the soaked panties from her and dangled them over the bed.
“So pretty, baby, and look how wet they are. I’m going to keep these here, in case of an emergency,” he teased. He opened up his bedside drawer and threw the panties in.
“They’re mine now. Just like you are. And your gushing cunt.”
He turned her head back to him to kiss her. The undeniable smile she wore revealed itself only when the moon shone through.
“My baby, I love you so much,” he whispered.
Tyler then removed his iron cock from its boxer prison and glided it up behind her, into her sopping wet thighs.
“Fuuuck, baby!” Tyler shouted, unable to keep his volume down.
“Sshhh!” Nicki warned playfully.
Tyler inserted his raw shaft effortlessly into her, practically slipping out, it was so wet. He squeezed her tighter and thrusted slowly, pumping into her as gently as he could manage.
“My. Fucking. Pussy,” he whispered into her ear as he fucked her. “Right?” he demanded.
“Yes, baby, it’s yours,” Nicki confirmed, swimming in ecstasy.
Tyler pounded her further, faster now. Her walls still clenched at the girth of it.
“I’m going to come again, baby,” she whispered.
“Yes, good! Come, baby! Come for your cock!” he growled.
“Aaaaahh!” Nicki shouted, pulling the covers over her mouth.
“Good fucking girl.”
Tyler pounded harder, the bed squeaking in the silence of the room.
Then, he shook and let out the most potent of orgasms he’s ever had, pulling out and releasing his hot come in between her thighs.
“Uuuuggh, uuuugggh!” he cried out into her neck.
“Baby…” she whispered, pulling his massive forearm closer to her in his release.
Tyler’s heavy breath pulsated into her ear as he came down, followed by a light bite of her neck. “My sexy angel,” he said.
“Mmmm, my sexy lion,” Nicki replied.
They got into a cozy position together, in the dark aura of their ecstasy, and stayed that way until morning.
The bird song woke Nicki up first and she turned closer into Tyler and hugged him tightly.
Her elation of having him safely back sent giddy electricity through her body. She determined that she even missed him when he was sleeping, right beside her.
Nicki kissed his cheek delicately, then turned his head gently to kiss his other side.
She stopped cold.