by Levine, Nina
“Hey you,” I greet him when he glances at me through his open window. “Is everything okay?”
He holds my gaze for a long moment before looking at Grace. No words leave his mouth, and that combined with the rigid set of his shoulders cause my stomach to twist with concern.
Opening the door, he exits the car. “That was Winter.” He reaches for me. “I have to leave for Melbourne first thing tomorrow.”
Disappointment floods me. Fury thought he’d have at least a week at home before he’d have to go back, and I was looking forward to all that time with him. And with Noah, too. Fury was supposed to pick him up from Lynette tomorrow and have him until he had to leave.
I don’t express my disappointment; Fury doesn’t need that. Instead, I nod. “Okay.”
His eyes search mine and I hate everything I see in them. The stuff going on with the club is heavy and his eyes hold every ounce of that heaviness. My man is exhausted, physically and mentally. And I know from the things he tells me that he carries guilt over having to leave Noah and me all the time.
Before he can say anything, Grace wiggles in my arms and tries to launch herself at Fury. We both look down at her and he embraces her as she climbs across.
“I told you she was missing you,” I say as I take in his muscular arms holding our tiny fur baby. It hits me how much I want to see him holding our child one day.
He meets my gaze again. “I’m sorry I have to leave so soon. I wanted more time with you.”
I grip his shirt. “I know. And I understand.”
Silence sits between us for a beat before he says, “Fucking hell.” Scrubbing his hand over his face, he adds, “This shit is fucked up.”
I pull him closer, needing the contact. “Yeah, it is, but you need to stop worrying about me and just focus on what you’ve gotta do.”
He turns silent again and from the way he watches me, I know there won’t be any more fun, playful bantering between us before he leaves. I can see him going inward again. To the dark place that lives inside him. I’m okay with that because I love every part of Fury and I knew that place existed before I chose to be with him. What I’ll miss, though, is seeing his eyes light up with the easy happiness that comes when he leaves that place. I’ll miss that for him more than I’ll miss it for me.
Grace refuses to sit still in his arms and drags our attention to her as she puts her paws on his chest and lifts her head so she can lick him. She successfully licks his face, including his lips, and he pulls away to avoid a second round.
Laughing, I reach for her. “We’ve both been dying over here waiting for you to come home so you can kiss us.”
Heat fills his eyes. “We’ve got twelve hours before I have to leave, and I intend to spend most of those hours with my mouth on you.” He jerks his chin at the house. “Get your ass inside and sort Grace out so she won’t bother us for at least an hour. I’ll be in in a minute.”
God. Yes.
Standing on my tiptoes, I brush my lips over his lightly. Just enough for a taste. And just enough to stir his dick. When I pull away, I say, “So long as that mouth of yours spends a good amount of time on my pussy, I’ll be a happy girl.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, curling his hand around my neck and pulling my mouth back to his. This kiss lasts a lot longer than the one before it and I take that as a promise of what’s to come because it’s like Fury is claiming me all over again. Ravaging me completely, with only his mouth.
When he finally lets me go, I’m breathless. With need. With anticipation. With love.
We linger for a moment, catching our breath, and then I leave him without another word. I usually have a lot of words for him, but not now. Now I just want to communicate with our bodies.
I do as he said and get Grace set up with her food, water, and toys in the dog playpen he bought her. I’ve no idea whether she’ll happily play here and leave us alone like he’s hoping. I suspect she won’t, but maybe we’ll get lucky.
Fury comes inside, the garage door closing behind him, and disappears down the other end of the house to our bedroom while I finish setting Grace up in the living room.
Giving her one last kiss, I say, “Be a good girl and play by yourself, okay? Mummy needs some time alone with Daddy. You and I will have all the hours to play when he goes away tomorrow.”
Backing away from the playpen, I miss her already, however if I had to choose, I’d always choose time with my man. So I blow her a kiss and turn to go in search of him.
I don’t have to go far; I practically run into him when I turn.
My hands go to his bare chest to steady myself. Dropping my gaze, I take in that chest and struggle to shift my attention back to his face.
“Fuck I love your eyes on me,” he rasps.
His husky voice draws my gaze back to his face. “I do too. I mean, let’s make some changes around here so I can keep them on you all day every day. That’s pretty much my dream life.”
As expected, he doesn’t banter with me. Instead, he scoops me into his arms and carries me to our bedroom where he drops me on the bed. Not wasting a second, he moves me to where he wants me and strips me of my dress.
Bending his mouth to my breasts, he undoes my bra and lets it fall to the side. He then dedicates time to both my breasts with his mouth, tongue, and hands. I can barely form thoughts by the time he’s finished.
When he lifts his head, I reach for his neck and direct his mouth to mine. I need to kiss him. I love sex with Fury, but the one thing I would take over everything else is his lips on mine. Kissing him is when I feel most connected to him.
I take my time with this kiss, deepening it slowly. My fears over his return to Melbourne gradually fall away as I lose myself in him. They’ll never ease, but when we’re together like this, I’m able to forget them for a while.
Ending the kiss, he surprises me when he stops and looks down at me. “Nothing’s going to happen to me, princess.”
I grip his arms. “How do you read me so well?”
A hint of a smile crosses his face. “It’s a special talent of mine.”
My heart sings; there’s my playful man. “I love all your special talents but especially that one.”
As easily as his playfulness appeared, it disappears again. “You need to stop worrying about me.”
“I will when you stop worrying about me.”
“Never going to happen.”
I tighten my hold on his arms. “Same.”
“Fuck you’re stubborn.”
“Oh, and you’re not?”
“It’s my job to worry about you, Zara.”
“You are such a caveman sometimes. Why can’t it also be my job to worry about you?”
That triggers him and before I know what’s happening, he’s pulled me up and has me sitting in his lap facing him with my legs and arms around him. His intensity is a living-breathing thing when he growls, “I am a fucking caveman when it comes to you because I love you so fucking much. I want your happiness like I fucking want air, and it kills me knowing that every time I’m away, I’m sucking some of that happiness from you.”
I’m unable to hold myself back from him when he’s like this. The way Fury loves speaks so deeply to me. I squeeze my arms around him, my nails digging into his skin. “You’re not sucking happiness from me. Yes I worry, and yes I count the minutes until you’re home safely again, but through all of that I’m happy. How could I not be when you’re in my life?”
“Well I’d be a whole lot fucking happier if I knew you weren’t spending your time worrying over me. Maybe Grace can steal some of your attention.”
“Is that why you got her for me?”
“I got her because I knew you wanted a dog, but yeah, I also want your mind on other things besides me.”
God how I love him.
Brushing my lips over his, I say, “Baby, nothing will take my mind off you.” I move my hands to his abs. “I mean, with a body like this, that’s a given.”
“Fuck,” he says, shifting me so I’m on my back again. “I’m never gonna win this, am I?”
Moving my hands down his body, I reach for the button on his jeans. Undoing it, I say, “Never. Now, do you think you could make good on your promise of twelve hours with your mouth on me?”
He slides my panties down.
He gives me one last look.
And then he proceeds to blow my mind in all the ways I love.
12
Fury & Zara Text
This text takes place sometime after Christmas Hearts.
* * *
Zara: I think we should mix things up tonight.
Fury: I’m listening.
Zara: How about a threesome?
Fury: Fuck, Zara, I’m in the middle of taking care of shit for King and can’t call you. A threesome?
Zara: Yeah. You, me, and another guy.
Fury: You’re fucking dreaming if you think I’ll ever allow another man to touch you. Have you taken drinking back up?
Zara: No, I was just checking to make sure you’re paying attention before I tell you something.
Fury: Christ. I’m always fucking paying attention to you.
Zara: Hmm, you weren’t last night when I was telling you about all the stuff I did yesterday.
Fury: That’s because we were in the middle of you sucking my dick when suddenly you wanted to share the day’s events with me.
Zara: Well, they all came back to me at that moment. I may have forgotten them if I didn’t stop and tell you then.
Fury: Can we move this along? I have to get back to work.
Zara: I may have bought a new couch today. And before you tell me we can’t afford it and I’m gonna have to take it back, I also need to tell you that Grace may have chewed a huge hole in the old one, so we kinda did need to spend this money. I also need to tell you I love you more than I’ve ever loved any man in the entire world and I know that even though you’ll probably be mad with me about spending so much money without asking you first, you’ll forgive me and keep loving me. You will, right? Because I really don’t wanna have to find a new husband.
Fury: Finished?
Zara: That depends on whether you’re going to agree to stay married to me.
Fury: First, the next time you wanna tell me you’ve spent a shitload of cash, don’t lead with a threesome request. Second, I think we both know you’ve been looking for a reason to buy a new couch for months, so don’t blame Grace. Third, I will forgive you. Right after you suck my dick tonight. And four, we need to get only one thing straight from this message, and that’s the fact that you will never fucking need to find a new husband. Ever. Am I understood?
Zara: You love me.
Fury: I fucking do.
Zara: I love you too, and I will stop wondering where I’d ever find a new husband if I needed one.
Fury: Christ, you’ll be the death of me. I’ll be home in an hour. Make sure you’re naked on that couch ready for me.
Zara: Baby, I’m already naked on the couch waiting for you. But don’t worry about me, I’ll take care of myself while I’m waiting for you to come take over.
Fury: Fucking hell. One hour. And Zara?
Zara: Yes?
Fury: You take my cock out of your mouth when you’re halfway through sucking it again, I’ll take that couch back to the store.
13
King & Lily
King
This scene takes place after King: The Epilogue Collection.
* * *
“King! Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” Lily demanded while she shimmied in an effort to get her dress into place.
I’d heard every word she’d said, but I was more interested in what she was doing than what she was saying. Stepping closer to her, I placed my hand on her hip while running my gaze over her tits. “This dress is far too fucking tight and way too fucking short,” I said.
She looked down at her dress. “You never care what I wear. Why now?”
Curving my hand over her ass, I pulled her flush against my body. “I don’t care that you’re wearing it; I’m only concerned it’s not gonna stay on you for long.”
She sucked in her breath as desire flared in her eyes. Pressing her palms to my chest, she attempted to push me away but I kept her firmly in place. “King, you promised me a date night and you’re making good on that promise.”
“I am making good on it, but you wanna wear shit that gets me hard, you need to accept where that leads.” My voice dropped to a rough gravel as I added, “And tonight, I’m pretty fucking sure that’s gonna lead to me fucking you while we’re out.”
Skylar’s voice sounded from outside our bedroom. “Lily, can I borrow that navy dress of yours? You know the one you wore to Robbie’s award ceremony last week?”
“Fucking hell,” I muttered. “How fucking hard is it to get you to myself for fucking once?”
Since our wedding a month ago, life had been hectic and I hadn’t had my wife to myself for even a day. My time with her at night had also been cut into because she’d been exhausted from work and family stuff.
Lifting up onto her toes, she kissed me before saying, “I’m going to sort everyone out and then we’re leaving. And you’re going to play nice with your sister or I’m going to withhold husband privileges tonight.”
Gripping the back of her neck, I growled, “Like fuck you are.” Reaching my other hand down, I roughly slid it under her dress and up to her panties. “I haven’t had you for two fucking days; there’s no fucking way I’m not having you tonight.”
She moaned as I circled her clit and pushed two fingers inside her.
Skylar knocked on the door. “King, stop whatever you’re doing to Lily; I need to talk to her.”
I watched Lily wage a silent war over wanting me to finger fuck her versus giving my sister what she wanted. In the end, she said, “King, stop. I’ve barely spoken to Skylar this week. You’re going to need to give me a little time with her.”
With a fuckload of regret, I gave her what she wanted and let her go. Stalking to the door, I yanked it open and looked down at my sister. “You—”
Pushing me out of the way, she cut me off. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re shitty and I only have one minute with Lily, blah, blah, blah. Go take a chill pill and gimme some time with my girl. I’ve hardly seen her all week.”
She was raving to Lily about some shoes she’d seen yesterday before I had a chance to get a fucking word in, so I left them to it, calling out over my shoulder, “Five minutes, Lily.”
I ran into Robbie as I headed into the kitchen. He rounded the corner and collided with me. “Sorry!”
Steadying him, I said, “What’s the rush, mate?”
His eyes blazed up with excitement. “Zara said she’ll play Monopoly with me while you and Mum go out for dinner!”
Robbie loved board games; Zara not so much. I’d pulled her aside earlier today and asked her to help Skylar look after him tonight while we were out. The kids at school had been giving him a hard time lately, and I knew that some time with his sister would be good for him. Holly usually came through for me when I asked her to look out for him, but she was at a sleepover with a friend tonight, so I couldn’t rely on her. Zara had surprised the fuck out of me when she’d said yes with no arguments.
I followed him into the lounge room where Zara sat on the floor setting up the game. She glanced up at me with a smile. “Did Robbie tell you his plan for all of us for tomorrow night, King?”
“No.”
“For family night, he wants us all to eat tacos for dinner and then do a marathon of Harry Potter movies.” She was fucking grinning at me because she knew I didn’t have it in me to watch those movies one more fucking time. Hell, Robbie could watch Harry Potter every day he loved it that much. I’d already sat through all the movies with him three times since moving in.
Robbie nodded enthusiastically as he sat across from his sister. “It’ll be fun!”
Fuck, I c
ouldn’t say no. Not when it lit him up like this. “I’ll grab the stuff for tacos in the morning while I’m out.”
“Don’t forget Grandma’s coming for dinner tomorrow night, too,” Zara said, that grin still in place. She also knew I’d reached my limit of Hannah time this week after spending almost a full day with her fixing her car and doing some other odd jobs around her house.
“Smartass,” I mouthed at her while Robbie had his head down. Then, out loud, I gave it back to her. “Don’t forget you said you wanted to play Battleship with Robbie tonight.”
Her eyes widened, but before she could say anything, Robbie’s head snapped up and he said excitedly, “This is the best night of my life!”
Lily’s arm slid around my waist as she stood next to me. “Wow,” she murmured, “You’ve got the kids all sorted and happy by the looks of it.”
I stretched my arm across her shoulders. “Yeah. Zara’s made Robbie’s night by agreeing to play games with him for hours.”
Zara hit me with a dirty look before shaking her head and getting back to the game.
“I’m playing, too,” Skylar said, joining them on the floor.
“Don’t wait up for us,” I said to her.
She looked at me. “Breakfast is at seven in the morning. I’m making pancakes and waffles. And I’m waking your ass up if you’re still sleeping. You promised to come with me to help me get a good deal on new tyres.”
“Fuck,” I grumbled. My plan had been to get the kids to all their activities they had on tomorrow morning before coming home to fuck Lily. “I can’t in the morning. We’ll go in the afternoon.”
“No, I’m busy all day tomorrow. The only time I have is first thing.”
Lily squeezed me and said to Skylar, “He’ll do it in the morning.” Then to me, she said, “We need to leave or we’re going to miss our reservation.”