21. Nikita #2
I watch in awe as she finds her rhythm, riding my dick while we both convince ourselves that the nightmare is over.
The solid weight of her body, the sounds of her whimpers and moans, the way her nails dig into my back the closer she gets to her orgasm—it’s all proof that she’s alive and she’s safe and she’s mine.
When she starts to come, I kiss her through it, muffling her moans and rocking my hips, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible.
I want her to feel good. I want it more than my own release, and when she lets out another whimper and I feel her inner walls pulse with her aftershocks, I say her name like the prayer it is and let go.
The orgasm thunders through me as I grab her ass, holding her against me as I drive into her, spilling my seed as deeply as I can.
I’ve never felt so complete in my entire life, and it’s all because of the woman who’s wrapped around me while she plants a line of kisses along my jaw, her body still softly shaking and her breaths warming my wet skin.
“You are everything to me,” I tell her. I feel her smile before she kisses my neck.
“And you’re everything to me,” she whispers back, “and I’m never letting you go, so you might want to get used to having me in your lap. I think I’m going to be here for a while.”
“I don’t ever want you anywhere else.”
She pulls back and rests her forehead against mine. “Good, it’s settled then.”
“It’s settled,” I agree, “but Tony does need to look you over, and he can’t do it while you’re naked and I’m inside you. I think I’d end up killing him, and he’s too valuable for that. We need him to stay alive.”
“True, and I’d really rather not put this on full display for our families.”
I grimace at the image and shake my head. “Definitely not.”
She sighs and then gives me another kiss before slowly lifting up. It’s a separation that neither one of us wants, but it’s a necessary one because I wasn’t kidding about killing Tony if he sees her naked. I’ve had all I can fucking take as far as other men looking at or touching the woman I love.
When she stands, I grab onto her hips and press my lips against her stomach. “How is it possible to miss you already?”
Her fingers brush back my wet hair while I kiss her again. “Don’t worry, we’re doing this again as soon as everyone leaves.”
I lift my eyes to hers and grin. “I’m yours for the taking, sweetheart, anytime you want me.”
The smile she gives me reminds me of how much I have to lose now. I’ve always had my family, but there was never anyone beyond that. Now I have everything, and that means I have everything to lose.
While Savanna and I get dried off, my mind jumps ahead to her pregnant, to her as my wife and the mother of my children—so much to lose, but what I’m gaining by having her makes the risk worth it.
I can shut myself off and live in fear, or I can grab onto this amazing woman with both hands and never let go.
I choose her.
I will always choose her.
When we step out of the bedroom, it’s with her fingers lightly squeezing mine and one of my hoodies dwarfing her small body. She wanted to wear it, said it made her feel close to me, and I’m amazed that she can still knock me on my ass when she says things like that.
Most of my family went back to their homes or upstairs to the penthouse, but Damien stuck around to make sure we’re both okay, and Sasha is here so Cindy could check on Savanna once more.
Both our parents are still hovering around in the background, and Tony is obviously getting impatient with the two of us.
After I’ve grabbed a plate of food for Savanna, he starts fidgeting with his glasses and shooting me daggers. “All right,” I say, “Come check her out.”
He knows there’s no way in hell I would’ve waited if I wasn’t sure all her injuries were superficial, so his agitation is more about his perfectionism shining through than any real worry about Savanna being in danger.
He’s a doctor to his core, so if he sees an injury, everything inside him screams to treat it.
I can respect that, so I step back and let him put his hands on Savanna.
I don’t even glare at him while he does it.
Tony’s a good guy, and we all like him. He’s only in his late twenties, and he’s already made the mafia his life.
We all trust him completely because he’s proven time and time again that he’s worthy of it.
While he asks Savanna questions, he rubs an ointment onto her wrists and then wraps a bandage around them.
He keeps his voice low, giving her privacy and not wanting to embarrass her.
I know he’s asking if she was sexually assaulted, and seeing her shake her head no still sends a rush of relief through me.
“You sure you’re okay?”
I turn my head at the sound of Damien’s voice. “Yeah, I’m good now.”
He watches Tony as he wraps her other wrist and then starts to examine the bump on her head. “I knew you’d get her back,” he says. “Never doubted it for a second.”
“I did,” I admit. “I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to find her.”
“I know you were.” Satisfied that Savanna and I are both fine, he says, “I’d better get going. Let me know if you need anything, though, yeah?”
Before he walks off, I wrap my cousin in a big hug. “Thanks, man. I couldn’t have gotten through this without you.”
He squeezes me back and says, “Yes, you could have. All I did was force you to eat and drink. Anyone could’ve done that.”
I step back and give his cheek a playful pat. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t have listened to any of them, and you did a lot more than that. Don’t sell yourself short, Damien.”
Walking with him to the door, I ask, “Where you headed?”
“To bed,” he says with a laugh. “I’m too old to be staying up all night.”
I laugh because twenty is hardly what I’d call old-man territory, but I know what he means. Last night took a toll on all of us. It wasn’t just losing sleep, it was the constant stress that permeated every second of every hour. That kind of tension creates an exhaustion that goes bone deep.
“Text me if you need me,” he says again before he opens the door.
I promise him I will and then head back over to Savanna. Tony’s finishing up, and as soon as he’s done, Savanna says, “Can you look at Niki’s hands? They’re really swollen. I’m worried he might’ve broken something.”
“I’m fine,” I try to say, but Tony gives me a look, letting me know it’s pointless to argue.
I sit down next to Savanna, making sure I’m close enough for our bodies to touch, and then I rest my forearms on my legs with my hands out.
They look worse than they did a few minutes ago, and the pain is getting stronger.
Blue eyes look at me through his dark glasses, and he’s clearly not amused at what he’s seeing.
“These should’ve been looked at as soon as you walked through that door, not after taking a long shower,” he chastises.
I grin at him. “Agree to disagree, Doc. That shower was much more important.” I don’t need to turn my head to know that Savanna is blushing, but I do it anyway just so I can see it for myself. A pink tinge colors her cheeks, and when I give her a wink, her dimple appears just like I knew it would.
I can tell Tony still wants to argue, but he wisely decides a better use of his time is to get me cleaned up.
He wipes away the blood that’s dried since our shower and then spends a ridiculously long time examining each and every cut, making sure there aren’t any tooth fragments.
I’m relieved when he doesn’t find any, but he still says, “If you feel feverish or this starts to swell, I’m putting you on an antibiotic. ”
Before I can tell him that won’t be necessary, Savanna leans over and says, “I’ll let you know if any of that happens.” Her tone makes it clear this isn’t up for discussion, and I see Tony’s mouth twitch before he hides it and grabs the bandages. I turn my head and kiss her.
By the time Tony’s done, my knuckles on both hands are covered in small bandages and compression wraps. The wrap on my left hand extends past my wrist because apparently I strained something while beating a man to death.
Still on his knees while he finishes the last bit of wrapping, he says, “You’re lucky you didn’t break your hand by doing something so damn stupid.
” Before I can tell him he’s wrong and it would’ve been worth two broken hands, his eyes dart to Savanna before meeting mine again.
“The bastard deserved it, though, so I’m glad you did it. ”
Sasha walks by and ruffles Tony’s hair. “We’ll make a killer of you yet.”
Tony huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. “My job is to save lives, Sasha, not take them.”
Sasha just shrugs before wrapping his arm around Cindy again and pulling her close. He knows it’s a lost cause. He and Tony are never going to see eye-to-eye on this particular topic.
Before he stands, Tony looks at Savanna. “Make sure he ices it and make him rest and take aspirin.” His eyes dart between the two of us. “You both need to rest. There’s nothing serious here, but your bodies need rest to heal.”
“Don’t worry, Tony,” I tell him. “I think we’re both planning on sleeping through the rest of the day and night.”
“Good.” He grabs his supplies, but before he can turn and leave, Savanna reaches out and grabs his hand.
“Thank you, Tony,” she tells him.
He pats her hand and then slings his bag over his shoulder. “Of course. Call me if you need me, no matter the time.”
“Okay,” she tells him, and after he’s left, we say our goodbyes to Sasha and Cindy.
While Cindy pulls Savanna in for another hug, Sasha discreetly slips me a phone and says, “I pulled this off Cupid. We need to end what’s left of his operation. Get me some names, Niki. It’s not fair you’re the only one who got to kill tonight.”