She snickers, the smile coming back to her face now that the tension between us has broken. “No,” she says with a laugh. “Stan Falcone isn’t a viking god come to earth to torment me. That, and he rarely leaves his recliner these days. Once he got those dedicated sports channels, that chair molded itself to his ass.”
“He sounds like a fun guy.” I take a small step toward her, my body craving closeness after feeling such intense worry for her. As hilarious as it was watching Winston eat her unmentionables, it’s still terrifying to think that something much worse could have been waiting for her when she got home. “I’d like to meet him one day.”Like, maybe when you introduce me as your fiancé.I think before catching myself.Stop, Nick. Too soon.
She snorts. “Oh, he’d love that. All he does is watch sports, so I’m sure he’s seen you before. I don’t know how often he watches fighting sports, though. Unless you count professional wrestling. He loves that shit. Calls it his ‘stories’.”
“Oh, yeah?” Hesitantly, I slide my palm up her arm, the feel of her skin working to finally calm my racing heart. “Did you know I did a stint in professional wrestling a couple of years ago?”
Her eyes widen as she searches mine, turning to bring her body into me. “Seriously?”
With a deep breath, I take a chance and place my hands on her hips, waiting for her to push me away. When she doesn’t, I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, resting my chin on her head. The warmth of her arms wrapping around my waist is immediate, and so welcome.
“Seriously,” I say, not really wanting to talk more, but also not wanting this moment to end. “It was a PR stunt, of course.Something my publicist dreamed up for me leading up to the training camp for my last title fight. I was hesitant at first, but it wound up being one of the best experiences of my life.”
“Really?” Tina’s breath is hot on my skin as she buries her face in my chest, the heat reaching me straight through my shirt. Despite her earlier protests, I’m sure she was more scared to find someone in her apartment than she let on. Even if it turned out to be Winston. “It seems like a lot of... drama.”
I chuckle, and her hair tickles my nose. “It can be. But it’s also a lot of fun.”
She squeezes me, running her hands up my back, and my breath catches. “I would love to see you running around in a pair of tights and knee-high wrestling boots.”
I drop a kiss onto the top of her bun, loving how tightly she’s letting me hold her, but still a little worried that she’s going to pull away at any moment. “Sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart. I wore a specially made pair of athletic jeans and wrestling boots that looked like regular sneakers.”
She leans back and looks up at me, her eyebrows cocked in question. “What the hell are ‘athletic jeans’?”
I shrug. “Regular jeans with more stretch, I guess.”
She unwinds her hands from my back and places them on my chest, a smile teasing the corners of her lips. “So, like...” She stifles a snort and I can tell she’s holding back a laugh. “You’re talking about jeggings? You wrestled in jeggings?” The laugh she was holding back breaks free, and suddenly she’s laughing as hysterically as I was when I walked in on her screaming at a goat eating her underwear.
“I wore a version of the required uniform,” I say with a huff.
She barks another laugh. “You wore jeggings. Admit it.”
Her laughter is contagious, and soon I’m laughing right along with her, huge gasping laughs that leave me struggling to catch my breath. I wrap my arms around her again and pullher flush against my body, loving the way she feels as she laughs in my arms. It’s such a relief after the fear I felt earlier that my laughter stops in its tracks, with hers drifting away not long after.
“Tina,” I whisper, tilting her chin until I can look into her eyes. Such a rich brown. The heat I feel is reflected back to me in her gaze.
“Yes?” Her voice is barely a breath. She moves a fraction of an inch closer.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” Her eyes drift close, her chin tipping up in assent. “Good.” I close the distance between us, her breath hot, then press a kiss to her closed mouth. When she opens her lips to me, her tongue poking out and seeming to seek my own, I can’t hold back any longer. I open and kiss her fully, deeply, groaning when she kisses me just as eagerly, loving the way she melts in my arms.
Tina wraps her arms around my neck, squeezing even closer, until I run my hands to the back of her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh before picking her off the ground and wrapping her legs around me. “Take me upstairs,” she demands, her lips not leaving mine. “Right now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say with a chuckle, kissing her right back. “But we’ll be revisiting thisyou don’t datething soon.”
She huffs, carding her hands through my hair. “Whatever. Fine. All I want to know right now is, how many condoms did you stuff into these jeans?”
Who Let Those Ducks In Here?
Tina
Five.
The answer was five. Nick had five condoms in his jeans. And over the last few hours, we used every single one.
I reach over my head, my hands wrapping around the spindles of my headboard, and I turn my body, the stretch in my most intimate parts threatening to overwhelm. I love how sore I am after being with Nick. I can’t get over how perfectly he fills me every time.
When we first came upstairs, I wasted no time stripping Nick out of his clothes. He’d scarcely set me down before I startedshoving at his t-shirt, forcing it up and over his head. It’s possible I broke his zipper with how roughly I ripped open his jeans and shoved them down. I didn’t wait to push his boxers down before shoving my hand in and grabbing him roughly, and even now I can almost feel the weight of him in my hand. Thick and impossibly hard, with skin so smooth and hot wrapped in my fingers. And the way he moaned as I worked my palm up his flesh, as I ran my thumb over the thick head of his cock?Oh my God!I honestly think I could have come from touching him, from hearing the sounds he made, if he hadn’t pulled my hand away. “Too close,” he’d whispered harshly as he feverishly pulled my clothes off. My apron strings confounded him, and I know he would have left it on if I hadn’t reached around and untied the knot.
As each item of clothing dropped to the floor, his eyes lit up even more, until I stood before him naked. I can still feel the heat that rushed through me as he devoured me with his eyes, licking his lips like he was about to enjoy a tasty meal after starving for weeks.
