Yours Book 3: Life Mastered (7 page)

I watch Nick’s jaw drop and his nostrils flare. I have never been so bold in my words. He is always trying to get me to use dirty talk.

I watch his eyes go from a dark green to nearly black. I should have known he would take his orders literally. Nick gets rid of the rest of the grapes and reaches for a bottle of caramel syrup I had not noticed.

He wraps an arm around my waist and drags my hips to the edge of the chair. His hand then glides back around my waist and down my leg, until he gets to my ankle and he lifts my leg onto his shoulder.

Nick takes the caramel sauce and makes a trail from my inner thigh down to the apex of my thighs. Putting the bottle down, he turns his attention to my caramel covered flesh. I really have to learn to be mindful of what I ask for.

Nick starts to flick his tongue over the caramel in circular motions as he makes his way from my knee to my mound. Every now and then he sucks on my skin pulling a moan from my lips. I am so wet by the time he does make it to the sticky sauce, dipping into my own juices.

“Yes,” I moan out when his tongue finally flicks over my clit. I buck my hips wanting more.

Nick doesn’t give in to devouring my core, however. He reaches for the caramel, before reaching for my other leg and repeating it all again. When he makes his way to my core, this time, I have plans.

I lock my fingers in his hair and hold him in place. Nick groans into my heat, but he starts the feast I commanded him to have. It feels like his mouth and tongue are everywhere. One minute he is lapping at my folds that next he is sucking on my clit, and then he is tonguing my core.

It feels so good, and it is exactly what I need. My legs start to quiver on his shoulders, and I know I am so close, but I want him inside me before I come. I tug his hair, and his head lifts for his eyes to meet mine.

“Fuck me,” I breathe.

Nick growls. He slips through my legs until he is chest to chest with me. My legs lock tightly around his waist. I can feel his erection nudging at my center. I wiggle my hips, and he pushes forward.

I reach for his hair and tug his head back. His eyes lock on mine as he works his hips, but I am controlling the pace with the hold my thighs have on him. He is gorgeous like this.

His cheeks have turned red from his tight hold on his restraint. His body is glistening with sweat, and the way it is moving into me is such a turn on. I drop my eyes to watch our joining. This is always so hot to me.

His thick length strokes into me, and I cream just from the sight. Nick grunts and my eyes snap up to his. The look on his face is boarding on pain. I release his hair and claw my nails down his back, causing him to shudder.

“Fuck,” he growls.

I lean to whisper in his ear. “This is killing you isn’t it,” I breathe.

Nick grunts in response.

“Thank you for this gift, Baby, but I know you are still topping. You can’t help it. Now take what’s yours,” I whisper.

“Christ,” Nick growls

In one swift motion, I am in his arms, and he is lifting to his feet. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he starts to guide me up and down his shaft as he devours my mouth. I cry out into his mouth.

I love him so much for trying to hand over control. It makes this so much more special. I can feel myself squeezing his cock deep inside of me. I won’t be able to hold out this time. Nick knows it too.

He tightens his hold on my ass and really starts to pound up into me. I know from his breathing; he is about to blow too. Nick licks from my shoulder up to my ear.

“You are so fucking hot when you take control. You make me proud to have you as my wife, Baby. Now give me what I need,” he hisses out.

And I do because he is the king of my world and he owns this shit every time. Just this once he allowed me to rule and it was fun while it lasted, but I know my man is no beta.
Gotta love him for trying, though. It’s the thought that counts.

chapter Twelve

Find Him

Nick

“What do you have for me,” I ask grumpily.

“Not much. This makes no sense. We are not lurking in the shadows to find this dude anymore, but he seems even harder to lock down. This shit is pissing me off,” Wyatt grumbles from across the table from me.

I came into Black and Lock this morning to find out where we are with finding this prick. With the babies in the picture now I need this all to go away for good. I’m not fucking around anymore.

“You can’t be any more pissed off than I am,” I huff.

“I can start Sephora’s training back up now that you guys are back,” Noah offers.

“That won’t be happening,” I sigh and rub my jaw. “She’s pregnant…with twins. I’m not letting her tussle around with you anymore.”

“Then she needs to learn to handle a gun,” Ryan chimes in.

I glare over at him. I know he means well, but I am not allowing Sephora to handle a gun. This shit is just pissing me off more by the second. She shouldn’t have to worry about anything except bringing our children into this world.

I have intentionally avoided asking her what all she has found out. I still don’t want her involved in this. I don’t want her stressing about it either.

“No, I have Winston with her twenty-four seven and Kevin has brought in a team from Greece. She doesn’t need a gun,” I shake my head.

“Nick, I think Ry has a point. Most of our women can handle,” Joe Black interjects. “You never know when it can save someone’s life.”

I trust Wyatt’s dad, and I respect his opinion, but I am not budging on this. Sephora is not learning to use a gun. Not now, while she is carrying my children. I was scared out of my mind in that restaurant when Sephora almost fainted right onto her face. Let’s not even talk about how hard it had been for me to let Noah train her and kick her ass without jumping in to help her.

No, I will not allow her to go off shooting a gun. “I appreciate your concern, Joe, but I’m not comfortable with that,” I shake my head.

“Then I think it is best that Brooklyn begins to shadow her. He’s here to help. He has as much invested in finding this scumbag as you do,” Joe says.

I snort. “I doubt that. This is about more than money for me.” I snarl. My jaw is tight, and I can feel the tension building within. This is about my family, not the money everyone stands to lose.

“I wasn’t talking about money, Nick. You are family. My boys, as well as my nephews, see you like a brother, whether you know this are not. You made the choices you have, but I think I can speak for most hidden parties when I say that we would have backed you if you took this to war a long time ago,” Joe says giving me a knowing look.

I had always believed that I could have smoothed things over with the Locatelli family and the O’Brien clan had I chosen to. At the time though I didn’t see the point in financially ruining so many people.

I nod. “Thanks,” I mutter.

“You don’t have to thank me. Brooklyn will watch out for Sephora until we have a handle on this. I think Ry and Brax were too close. Let’s see if we can get this fucker to make a mistake,” Wyatt says.

“I need him found,” I huff.

“I know, Son. We are on it,” Joe reassures me.

chapter Thirteen

Distractions

Nick

That meeting did not go as I had planned. I was sure that Wyatt and his family would have found something for me to go on, over the last four weeks. They are the best at what they do.

Honestly, this is what concerns me the most. The son of a bitch has been out there watching our every move, but we have yet to pin him down. Kevin has exhausted his resources and those too, have a far reach.

I think I am going to have to break down and ask Sephora what she knows. As much as it kills me, it has become my last recourse. Her safety is important to me.

I enter the guest bedroom that I had converted into an office for Sephora, Kimmie, and even Regina, on days she comes to work at the house. It used to be the second master bedroom.

I stop in the doorway as I hear Sephora’s excited voice. She looks adorable in her glasses and a messy bun. She is wearing an off the shoulder grey sweatshirt and shorts. Her feet are tucked under her as she sits at one of the desks talking while on her laptop.

“This looks great, Mark. We could do so much with this platform. If you give me a few days I can work on the interface and have it back to you,” Sephora says excitedly.

“I want to tweak a few elements as well, so take your time. I mean it’s not like we are going to do anything with it,” Mark’s voice comes through the speakers on her tablet. I step into the room a little more to see they are on Facetime.

What catches my eye is the video game on Sephora’s laptop. The design is mind blowing and so clean. I’ve had a game or two shopped to me over the years, but I passed the opportunities by. They were never up to the standards I would be willing to put my name on.

“Hey, Nick,” Mark calls as he waves and alerts Sephora to my presence.

She had been so engrossed in the game on her screen that she hadn’t noticed me entering the room. I move behind her and place my hands on her shoulders. Bending, I kiss the top of her head.

“Hey, Mark, what are you two up to,” I ask as I take in more of the game.

Mark and I had a little sit down while Sephora was away planning the wedding. I know how much his friendship means to her. There is no need for him to sulk while breaking her heart over feelings she never requited and something that was never going to happen.

I just so happened to make sure that said meeting happened at Smoke and Sheets. Sephora was right, the waitress Bailey was interested in Mark, and once we had a few words to end his little obsession with Sephora, I gently pointed out Bailey’s interest.

Bailey is a gorgeous girl. She didn’t need much help from me. Once Mark gave her his attention he was a goner. I left the club certain that Mark and I had an understanding and that his time would be occupied by a certain curvy little waitress.

Mark definitely has a type. His type just isn’t allowed to be my wife anymore. I can handle their friendship because it makes Sephora happy. Mark and Kimmie are a part of a world Sephora doesn’t even realize, she doesn’t share with others. She is in her most natural state around those two. I would never want to see her lose that, not even over my own bitter jealousy.

“Nothing,” Sephora says quickly and gets ready to close her laptop.

I see Mark frown at Sephora on the screen, but he doesn’t say anything. Something tells me that Mark is more interested in getting this game out there than Sephora seems to notice. I now remember him mentioning something about a game, months back.

I reach to push the laptop back open. I bend down closer to Sephora’s face and lean in to get a better look at the screen. I can see Sephora biting her lip nervously out of the corner of my eye.

“It’s just something we have been playing around with for a while,” Sephora says softly.

“How long is a while. This looks amazing,” I reply becoming engrossed in the screen.

Mark snorts from the tablet. “Since sophomore year,” he offers.

“Mark,” Sephora hisses.

I move to lift her from the chair and sit, placing her into my lap. My hands go to her belly on instinct. I haven’t been able to keep from touching her tummy since John told us we are having twins.

I kiss the side of her face. “Why are you hiding this from me,” I whisper in her ear.

“It’s nothing. We’re just playing around,” Sephora shrugs.

“You’re lying to me, and it isn’t nothing, it is amazing,” I whisper in her ear.

“So…uh…yeah, I’m going to go. IM me if you need anything, Sophi. I’ll let you know when I’m all done,” Mark says and quickly ends the connection.

I turn Sephora’s face toward mine. “I don’t talk about my game designs because they’re mine,” Sephora shrugs.

“Well, you’re mine. I want to know everything about you. I already know you took a few college courses that were off track,” I shrug back. “This looks amazing. What do you plan to do with it? Were you thinking of shopping it,” I ask.

“We’ve just been messing around. It’s gotten a lot better,” Sephora pauses and sighs. “You want the truth?”

“Yes, Baby. You know I do,” I reply.

“Okay, I love game design. I love my work at FLI too, but I would love to open a gaming company. Mark and I have so many ideas, and we have worked on a few. This one is just the one that we have given a little special love to,” Sephora replies and bites her lip as she looks at me through her lashes.

“Why haven’t you ever said anything,” I ask with my brows furrowed. Sephora is amazing at her job, but I want her happy in her career.

“I planned to work for you for a few years and when I saved enough money I would start my company on the side. At least, that has always been the dream. I had no idea I would graduate and marry you. I also didn’t know that I would land one of my dream jobs out of the gate.

“I thought I would get an entry level job, work my way up and then I’d be able to build something of my own in five or ten years,” Sephora responds.

I search her eyes as I take in her words. “But you
have
married me. You already have the dream job, so why not go after the whole plan. I get it. You want to do this on your own. So I won’t take over and make it happen for you, but you haven’t touched a cent of the money you make working at FLI. I know this for a fact because I won’t let you,” I say the words as my own thoughts race on how I can make this happen for Sephora without taking control from her.

Sephora’s brows wrinkle. “I never thought about it that way. I…I, but we have the babies coming, and I have so much going on at FLI. The timing just isn’t right,” she shakes her head.

“Just think about what I am about to say. I will make it so that you can cut back at the office. You are already working from home, and we know your team is still responding to you. I am sure we can smooth things out. Meanwhile, I can hand you the sources to help you build your own company. It will be your baby. I will help you anytime you need me, but only if you want,” I offer.

The wheels are turning in my head. I want this for her. From seeing her and Mark’s work, they have something. I think they can really make something of their talent. I already have a list in my brain of all the right connections to make this happen for her.

“What about the babies, Nick,” Sephora asks with concern written all over her face. “One baby is enough to have to make adjustments in our lives. Two babies. Babe, I just don’t think this is the right time.”

I cup her face in my palms and kiss her lips. “Do you want this?” I ask sincerely.

“Yes, but…,” she starts.

“If you want this we will make it work. We can sit down with Mark and a team, and you can start your dream. We have plenty of time before the babies get here,” I give Sephora a look that lets her know that I will make this happen for her.

“Okay,” she says with a smile.

“Good girl,” I wink at her and her smile lights up her face.

“Thank you,” she squeals.

“I will always make your dreams come true,” I croon.

Sephora lifts a brow and squirms in my lap. “Really,” she purrs as her lids lower, and she bites her lip. “I have been having this one dream. Can I show you what happens in it?”

I smirk and run my hand up the back of her sweatshirt. My cock twitches as I confirm that she is not wearing a bra. I reach for one of her breasts with my other hand.

“Does showing me involve you losing this sweater,” I ask.

“Only if you are willing to come out of these jeans and this T-shirt,” she leans in to murmur against my mouth. Her tongue flicks out across my lips.

I cup the back of her head before she can pull away. I have missed her all day. Her lips taste like chocolate. I have noticed my little butterfly has been eating a lot more of it lately. I let my tongue dive into her mouth to get a better taste.

I groan as I deepen the kiss. I know I had a point in coming into this room, but as always when Sephora is around I lose my train of thought. I can’t even remember my name at times.

Her small hands tug my t-shirt up, and I lift my arms to pull it off and toss it. As I fling the shirt away, Sephora moves to unfasten my jeans. I kick my shoes off and reach for her sweater. Sephora lifts her arms, and I toss her sweater with my own shirt.

Before Sephora can get her hands back on my jeans, I stand and start for our bedroom. Our lips collide as I carry her up the hallway. This kiss is rough and hungry. Teeth, tongue, lips, I have a firm hold of her healthy thick ass. My cock is hanging halfway out of my jeans, aching to be inside her.

I need this now. With one hand I pull her shorts over to the side, I then reach to free my cock and balls. I guide Sephora onto my shaft as I continue toward our destination. Both of our heads fall back as she moans and I groan in pleasure.

Placing both hands back on her ass, I guide her up and down as I move forward. She feels so tight and wet. I don’t know if it is just in my mind, but her pussy feels so much better with her being pregnant.

“Oh,” I groan when Sephora latches onto my neck and starts to suck. It feels like her pussy starts to suck on my cock at the same time. “Damn, Baby.”

“Yes Nick,” Sephora moans into my ear.

“I want to taste you,” I grunt.

I finally have us in the bedroom. I walk over to the bed post, placing her back against it. Sephora lifts her legs higher on my back and locks them tighter around me.

“Hold onto the rings, Baby,” I command. I had this bed specially made with Sephora in mind. To the naked eye, the iron rings would just look like an ornate design. The metal rings serve several purposes. One of which being strong enough for her to hook her fingers in and hold onto.

Sephora follows my command hooking her fingers into two rings above her head. I thrust into her repeatedly. I want to taste her, but she feels too good for me to stop. I cover her hands and pound into her harder and faster as I feel my release coming.

I look into her eyes, and I see her honey-colored eyes glaze over with passion. They are speaking to me of her wants and needs. She doesn’t even know that she is wrecking me with just her eyes.

I release one of her hands and reach to pull down the fabric of her shorts, shoving my hand inside them to cup her lush ass as I pump in and out of her. I clench my jaw tight not wanting this to end, but knowing I am so fucking close. I’m going to blow, and I am going to blow soon.

“Nick,” Sephora screams as she gushes all over me.

“Oh fuck,” I growl as my release slams into me faster and harder than I am expecting. I fall right over the edge with her.

Sephora’s hand that I am not holding falls to wrap around my neck and drives into my hair. I drop my head into her neck and breathe her in. Shit, I can’t get enough of her. I release the hand I am holding and move her to the edge of the bed placing her there gently.

I drop to my knees, placing a kiss to her belly I pull her shorts from her waist. I peel her tiny shorts down her legs and watch as my seed gushes from her center as I remove the fabric.

I scoop our mixed juices up with my finger and hold it up to her lips. Sephora locks her lush lips around my finger and sucks it clean. I groan as I watch her swirl her tongue around my finger.

When my finger pops free from her mouth, I bend to latch my mouth onto her soaked pussy. I start to lap at her and flick her clit. Sephora bucks her hips and cries out. I love it when she purrs and cries for me. Hottest sounds ever.

I suck on her right lip, then the left. Her swollen pussy lips taste like candy in my mouth. When I stick my tongue into her core, I am rewarded with more of her sweet goodness.

“Nick, yes, Baby,” Sephora whimpers. “God, yes, that feels so good.”

I push two fingers into her and hook them inside of her. I beckon her love to the strum of my fingers. She is going to come for me and hard. So hard she is going to see stars. It is what I do to this body. This beautiful chocolate body that drives me fucking crazy.

“Shit, you’re pregnant with my babies,” I say in awe as that fact pops into my mind. “So fucking sexy, Baby.”

“Nick, please, I’m coming,” she cries out.

“Come for me, Baby. Show me how much you love what I do to you,” I grunt.

Sephora yells out my name as I latch onto her clit, and she shatters. I drink her up, lapping at her sweet nectar. Her fat pussy purrs in my mouth, gushing on my tongue.