Chapter 21 #2
I agree. The fact that the Horseman mentioned everything that has happened to me so far tells me he is behind all of it. If I find out who took my guns, I’m one step closer to finding the Horseman.
“My men are trying to find the captain of the cargo ship. As soon as we do, I’ll…”
Mason cuts me off. “Ghost is going to send that information to Grant. And you are going on vacation.”
What the fuck. “Vacation? We’re in the middle of a war. I’m not going on a fucking vacation.”
“Your wife was almost blown to fucking smithereens. She deserves a got damn vacation.”
His words sting, but they are true. After this ordeal, I know Tiffany is going to be shaken to the core. She needs a mental break, because until we find out who is behind the attack, I can’t guarantee they will stop.
“Mase is right,” Salv says. “We will handle everything here. Take my sister and nephew and get the fuck away for a while.”
Running a hand down my face. “Yeah. Okay.”
Mason dips his chin. “I’ll send a few more of my men with you. Take her to the island. We can have the jet gassed up and ready to go in the morning.”
We all own a cluster of islands off the coast of St. Croix. We don’t get out to them much, but whenever we need to disconnect from the world, those islands are where we go.
“Go handle your woman, Boss,” Ghost says. “Roc and I will get Grant the information he needs and set everything up for the flight tomorrow.”
No matter how hard it was to step back and let my brothers handle my shit, I knew they were right. My concern right now should be Tiffany and Noah. And the most important of the two at the moment is Tiffany.
I make my way upstairs. Stopping by my son’s room first, I find it empty. Heading over to our room, Tiffany is sitting up in bed. Her head is back against the headboard, her legs are under the covers, and her hands are down in her lap.
“Where’s Noah?” I pull my jacket off and toss it across the foot of the bed.
She lifts her head and gazes up at me. So much swirls through her eyes. I see worry, fear, exhaustion, but thankfully I still see love.
“Ms. Rose took him into her room to sleep. She said just in case he woke up in the middle of the night, I didn’t have to get up with him.”
That woman was a lifesaver and worth every dime I paid her. I could kiss Nathaniel for giving me that recommendation. I crawl up from the foot of the bed in order to sit beside my wife. She’s silent for a while. So am I. There is a lot I want to say, but don’t know where to start.
“I’m sorry,” we both say at the same time. She looks at me with a smile, and we both chuckle.
She turns her body; her left shoulder leaning against the headboard as she faces me. “Let me go first.”
I nod even though I don’t think she needs to apologize.
“I’ve been telling you what I need from you a lot lately.” She looks down at her hands before glancing up at me. “Ever since I watched that video,” she pauses. “I’ve felt as if I’m married to a stranger.”
Grabbing her hand in mine, I kiss the back of it.
She continues. “I still need you to let me in, Nico. I want to know the man I married, the man I share a child with, the man I love.”
Hearing her say she loved me sent a tingling feeling throughout my body. I felt lighter and weightless. Tension immediately seemed to lift from my shoulders.
“However, I realize that I’ve been so busy telling you what I need that I haven’t listened to what you needed. You told me that your past is difficult to talk about. And yet I felt entitled to it. So, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t keep pushing you to tell me about your past.”
I shake my head. “Don’t apologize. My past…
” I stop and swallow down the anxiety that tries to claw up in me.
“My past was not good. There are things that happened, and that I did that I will never feel comfortable talking about. However, it doesn’t mean I can’t let you in.
” Rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand, I continue.
“I need to apologize to you. Today at the restaurant, the way I spoke to you will never happen again.” She cuts her gaze away, and I chase it with my head until she looks at me again. “Do you believe me when I say that?”
She shrugs. “I honestly don’t know what to believe anymore.”
Although that truth hurt, I understood her. Salv was right. I created an image of myself for her, and although every word I said to her was real, it’s hard for her to reconcile it with what I did.
“I am the man you fell in love with. Everything I showed you when we first met is real. Your protector, confidante, and biggest supporter: all of that is me. I’m the man that will provide you with anything that you are lacking, rather it a huge job opportunity, a new car, or a way out of a fucked-up relationship.
I won’t downplay the role I played as Saint. ”
She looks down when I mention my street name. My finger under her chin brings her gaze back to me.
“When I saw you in that club, I knew you were mine. Call it arrogance or delusion, but I knew you were meant for me. Maybe what I did was a little on the extreme.”
She snorts. “A little? You kidnapped me.”
“And I rescued you,” I argue. “Not just from a bad guy named Saint, but from a loveless relationship that was way past its expiration date.”
Her eyes soften as she looks away and then back at me.
“I will never apologize for what I did to get to this place with you. But I want you to know that the man you are looking for is still right here. Nico is head over heels in love with you. He is kind and gentle for you, and wants nothing but to see you smile and be happy. Saint is the man that will kill any muthafucker that thinks of harming you. He will put a bullet in the head of any man or woman that tries to take you from me. I need you to understand that I am both men.”
She eyes me for a moment. I know this will be the biggest hurdle in our relationship. Her trying to reconcile who the real Saint is. I was her hidden villain for most of our relationship. And now, I’m trying to tell her that he isn’t the villain but the hero.
I love Tiffany. My job as her husband is to make her happy and keep her safe. That is a job for both Saint and Nico. No, I don’t have two personalities. I’m only one man, but I do have two personas. One is a lover and the other a protector.
“I can accept you as Saint, but you can’t keep me in the dark. I don’t have to know everything, but you have to be honest with me enough to tell me when something is going on. Not telling me leaves me in the dark.”
I was man enough to admit she’s right. The lifestyle I lead will often place a target on her back.
I knew this would be the case when I went after her heart.
I thought I was strong enough and moved cautiously enough that it wouldn’t be.
That was just my ego making me stupid. Now that I know better, I have to move differently.
Tugging her arm, I pull her toward me. She comes willingly, straddling my lap.
She’s wearing one of my white undershirts.
The heat coming from her center tells me she’s not wearing underwear.
I want to be pissed that she was in this room with a man alone with no underwear on, but I won’t bring it up right now.
“You’re right.” I place a kiss on her chin. “I can’t keep you in the dark.”
“What happened tonight?”
I push the back of the shirt up so that I can grip her ass cheeks in my palms.
“Someone from my past is trying to ruin me.”
“Should we call someone? Do I need to…” I peck her lips to cut off her rant.
“You don’t need to do anything. My brothers and I are handling it. All I ask is that you stay vigilant. Allow Jake to stay by your side and don’t fight me when I tell you to do something. I’m not doing it to be an overprotective and controlling husband; I’m trying to keep you safe.”
She rolls her eyes. I steal another kiss, this time on her teeth. Moving my hands around to her front, I slowly lift the white shirt up, exposing her naked pussy and then her belly.
“I can do that,” she whispers as I lift the shirt over her head and toss it to the floor. Her erect chocolate nipples are in the perfect position. I grab hold of one of her tits and lift it to my lips before I suck the puckered pebble into my mouth.
“Nico,” she whimpers.
Was this the best time to have sex? Probably not. She was injured and more than likely sore. But I needed her. I needed a reminder that she was still here with me. I needed to know that she wasn’t leaving, and that we were back on solid ground. No one had taken her from me.
Popping her breast out of my mouth, I gaze up at her.
“I need you, Angel. Can I have you?” I plant a kiss on her chin.
I waited for her to answer me. She vigorously nods her head. Gripping her neck, I bring her head down to mine. Latching on to her lips, I suck the bottom one into my mouth before forcing my tongue down her throat.
My other hand reaches around her hip, sliding down her ass. I give it a smack before moving underneath her until my fingers come up against her slippery slit. I push two digits inside her opening, getting them good and wet before bringing them out and rolling them over her nub.
She gasps, breaking the kiss. Her mouth remains open as I rotate her pearl with my fingers. I stare into her face. This woman was so got damn beautiful it made me want to worship at her fucking altar and burn incense in her name.
“You’re right there,” I whisper against her wet lips. “You’re about to rain down on me.”
I speed up the motion of my fingers. She grinds down against them as if she’s riding my cock.
“Mmmhmm,” she moans her agreement.
“Keep working your hips. Just like that.” I encourage her when she moves faster. She’s searching for her orgasm.
Removing my hand from her neck, I use it to unbutton my pants and slip my dick out of the zipper part.
“Nico.” Her whispered plea is so full of desire and need. Her movements become jerky, she is even closer to the edge now.
“Keep going, Angel. Don’t you dare fucking slow down.”
I rub her clit faster now. She’s so fucking close to exploding, her eyes are half closed, her bottom lip is between her teeth, her face is pinched in pure euphoria.
“Ni…co.”
“That’s it. Get your nut, Tiff.”
She tosses her head back and lets out a keening cry. Her pussy rains down on me, flooding my hand down to my wrist. Grabbing my cock, I line her up with the tip and shove her down on it while simultaneously pumping up into her.
Her cry turns into a scream as I fuck her into a second orgasm. She digs her nails into my shoulders as she tries to hold on for dear life. I lift my hips rapidly, pounding into the ocean between her legs.
Her tits bounce in my face. I wrap my lips around one and suck. Grabbing hold of her hips, I lift her up and down my length.
“You feel so good.” Her words come out in a slow drawl as she looks down into my face. “I love you.”
Her words almost caused my nut to rise out of me, but I wasn’t ready for this to end.
“It’s you and me forever, Tiffany,” I say as I grind up into her while I bring her down onto me. My baby had no more energy for me, so I was moving her up and down on me the way I wanted.
“Forever,” she moans. Placing her forehead against mine.
“For fucking ever,” I growl.
Needing to be deeper inside her, I lift her up and flip her onto her back. I yank my shirt off, sending buttons everywhere. That’s the second shirt I’ve ruined to be closer to her.
She looks up at me with half-closed eyes. Her legs spread wide, and that pretty pink pussy peeking back at me. I shove out of my pants, kicking them off at the side of the bed.
Pushing her legs further apart, I place a kiss on her inner thigh and then bite the skin there.
She squeals, but her cry quickly turns into a moan as I bury my tongue into her center.
I lap at her walls like it’s my favorite ice cream flavor.
She’s sensitive after her two orgasms, but I would not be denied my favorite meal.
I suck her lower lips into my mouth and then focus on her pearl. Lapping at it with my tongue, I guide three fingers into her warmth. Sliding them in and out of her like my cock.
She digs her fingers in my hair as she moans and twirls her hips. If someone were on the other side of our bedroom door, they would know exactly what we were doing by the noises we were making.
When her legs close around my head, I don’t stop my assault.
She screams as she fills my mouth with her sweet essence.
I drink from her until there is nothing left.
Climbing up her body, I leave a trail of sticky kisses.
Once we are face to face, I stick my tongue in her mouth, allowing her to taste herself.
She sucks my tongue like I taught her to do my cock.
Hiking her left leg up over my forearm, I slide back into her without breaking the kiss. Her walls hug me tightly. I grind into her deep and slow, causing her back to curve with each thrust.
Looking into her eyes, I want to tell this woman that I love her. That I would kill for her. That I will lie down and die for her. There is nothing she can ask that I wouldn’t supply. The only thing that she can’t get from me is her freedom.
“You’re mine,” I growl as I sped up my pace. My skin claps against hers. “I’ll never let you go. Fucking ever.”
That was the truth. She claws at my back, leaving welts on my skin.
“Please don’t.”
The tingling starts in the soles of my feet.
My balls tighten. I move faster, going deeper, wanting to plant this release in her fucking chest. I push in as deep as I can go.
She moans so loudly it would give a porn star a run for her money.
I drop my head into her neck and come so damn hard and long I feel like I just unloaded about half my body weight.
Once the feeling fades and I don’t have an ounce of semen left in my body, I roll us to the side facing each other.
Her face is flushed; sweat dots her forehead. The smile on her face is worth it.
“We're going on a little vacation. Just for two weeks.”
Her eyes widened. “I can’t just leave work. I have three clients.”
Placing a kiss on her lips, I quiet her. “We will make arrangements. Remember what I said about not fighting me on certain things?”
She drops her gaze and nods.
I lift her face back to me. “Trust me to take care of everything.”
She’s silent for a moment. Hesitation creasing her brow. “Okay.”
I pull her into me. She lays her head on my chest. Before long, she’s fast asleep. I spent most of the night wide awake thinking of how close I came to losing her and how I was going to make sure that shit didn’t happen again.