Mariahlaufeyson - Mariah

mariahlaufeyson

3 years ago

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫…

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐𝟑𝟖𝟖

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭! 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭!𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠, 𝐈 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟏𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎.

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 @whimsicalrogers

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 @maysdigitalarts

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐧 <𝟑

𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 @musingsinmoonlightlibrary 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬.

It’s dark in the kitchen, but the room is lit up beautifully by the moon. Silver light cascades down upon you, illuminating your skin and the countertops in the kitchen. It would look almost ethereally beautiful…

If it wasn’t for the fact that you were currently doing dishes.

Your dishwasher had packed up - again. Your husband had promised to fix it, you had begged to get a new one, and yet, here you were. Washing dishes by hand, like you were back in the decade he originally came from. Still…

Bucky Barnes did look great hunched over and holding onto power tools.

You snorted to yourself, and took another plate to wash. Sure, he would look great in his old white tank top, and the soft grey sweatpants that he wore around the house. Maybe a little oil or grease mysteriously got onto those sharp cheekbones, and his hair would be pulled up into a little man bun, a few strands framing his face as he painstakingly fixed your appliances… You shake your head and stare up at the moon through the window.

Bucky Barnes would also look great elbow deep in hot foamy water trying to scrub away the evidence of tonight’s dinner, but oh no, here you were doing it at eleven at night, because it was the only time you could get any peace-

“Well, don’t you look great in that nightgown, Y/N.” Bucky’s voice comes from behind you, almost making you jump. You don’t, however. It’s that timbre, the low growl in the low light…

He only talks in that tone when he is feeling especially amorous.

“I’m busy. Go away.” There’s a pout on your lips, but a smile in your voice. You look over your shoulder at him, moving the now clean plate to the rack, “It’s just an old nightgown, Buck. No need to get all crazy on me.” Of course, you knew it was his favourite on you. Satin and lace. Tactile sensuality that you knew for a fact drove him crazy. You had wanted tonight to be special.

Except, things had changed, and you had rolled with it… but that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to torment your husband a little by staying in the nightgown you had had such plans for. Bucky is eyeing you from under his lashes, his tongue - bright and pink - shoots out to lick at his lips quickly, and you turn back to your chores. You can’t look at him doing that, and handle china plates at the same time.

“Who said anything about going crazy?” He’s right behind you now, moving so stealthily, and so quietly, that you hadn’t even noticed he had closed the gap between you. His arms wrapped around your middle, his whole body - warm and hard - pressed against your back, and you gasp a little when his nose trails up the length of your neck, “You smell so damn good, darlin’”

“Bucky, I’m trying to-”

“I know.” There’s a gentle note of laughter in his voice, it balances out that predatory growl perfectly, “Can’t a man just hug his wife?” You chuckle a little, angle your neck so he has more space just to breathe you in… it’s nice…

“I have to finish these dishes, Bucky.”

“I ain’t stoppin’ you.” Of course he wasn’t. But you knew your husband well enough to know that he very much kind of was. Still, you take a breath and pick up another plate, dunking it into the hot water,

“So… when will you fix my dishwasher, Bucky? You know I hate doing dishes like this.” You’re trying for casual, to try and keep breathing right, it was a little hard to concentrate though. Bucky had started rubbing against you, fanning that flame that never really went out when you were in his presence. It wasn’t easy to think around him when he got like this…

“I think you look beautiful right now… don’t think I should fix that machine, to be honest.” His hands go from linked across the front of your stomach, to your hips, rubbing little circles into the fabric that brings the satin inching up your thighs, the lace edging tickling your skin lightly. Your rub your inner thighs together delicately, cursing Bucky because you can’t swat him away with your wet hands without getting it all over the expensive material,

“I think you’d better fix it! This takes so long…” You trail off, closing your eyes. He’s half hard at your back, rubbing against the curve of your ass, and placing kisses on the column of your throat, “Bucky… come on…” your eyelids flutter shut. Too much sensation. Not enough of it where you really want it…

“Just think though, Y/N, could I do this if you’d had the dishwasher working?” His metal hand - cool and heavenly - rises swiftly to cup your breast, kneading the flesh over the satin and lace covering it. You jerk a little in his hold, suddenly aware that you’re in front of the window.

“Bucky!”

“What?” He smiles against the skin of your neck, rolling your nipple between his fingers, “No one can see what I’m going to do to you.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Stay quiet, baby. I’ve been thinking about you all day, and I’m not letting you out of here until you’ve soaked my fingers, my face, and my dick.”

You almost fulfill his wish right then.

He swallows your feeble protests by kissing you, his lips taking control, his tongue warring with yours desperately, needily… you’re lost in the passion of how your husband possesses you, swimming in his scent and his smell…

You don’t hear the faint splash of his hand going into the sink, but you feel it when the metal - now warmer - rises back to cover your breast with hot soapy water.

“BUCKY!” You whisper yell, furious, “That water is filthy! This cost over a hundred bucks!” You’re trying not to screech at him, his hand feels so good…

“Aw shit, sorry, darlin’” he doesn’t sound sorry at all, and quickly tugs the strap down from your shoulder, exposing your breast to the moonlight, “Is that better?” You squirm in his hold, half wanting to scream at him, and half wanting to let him carry on. The water cools in the air, pebbling the skin and turning your nipple into a hard point. He doesn’t stop his sensual torment on it, just rises to move the other strap down so you’re now completely uncovered from the waist up, your nightgown bunched at your waist. Both of his hands massage your breasts, teasing you and stoking the embers into an inferno.

“You look so pretty right now, Y/N. All bare and sexy and wet… are you wet elsewhere, sweetheart? Is your pretty cunt leaking for me?” He knows just what to say, and just what to do, he always does. It doesn’t matter how long a mission is, or how busy you get during the day. When you two have time to be alone together… it’s always like the first time.

His right hand drops from your breast, and covers your pussy over the satin of the matching panties you put on, making you gasp and throw your head back against him,

“Oh, shit, Bucky…”

“Look at that,” his middle and index fingers gently stroke over you, from clit to slit and back again, “My girl so wet for me… you feel so good, darlin’,” he sucks another bruise into the skin of your neck, before pulling the material to one side, and sliding his fingers through the excited mess of your pussy, “You gonna come for me, Y/N? Right here in front of the window?”

You shouldn’t feel so excited by that thought. You shouldn’t keen at the prospect of being so exposed and so needy, but that was the thing about being married to someone like Bucky Barnes.

He made you feel safe and loved and cherished. You could just be with someone like him. And, more importantly, he felt that safe with you.

He dipped just inside your entrance, gathering your slick, and returned back to your clit, rubbing circles against the bundle of nerves,

“That feel good, darlin’? Tell me how good it feels,”

“It feels… Ohmigod…”

“Speak up, Y/N,” Bucky chuckles, pausing his circular motion to tap a softer beat directly over the top of your clit again, “I wanna hear you,” your knees are shaking, you’re so close… another pinch to your nipple, and you squeak, rising an arm to wrap around the back of Bucky’s head,

“It feels so good, Bucky, I’m gonna cum, please…” Bucky smiles against your lips as you admit that, and captures your lips with his, quickly gathering more of your desire, and rubbing your clit furiously. You cry into his mouth as you cum, clinging onto him, and tugging at the strands of his hair. You’re barley down from the high when he picks you up and sets you down on the kitchen table, opening your legs and setting your feet down on the surface so you’re as open and exposed as possible for him,

“Bucky, I-”

“I told you. Fingers, face and dick… lemme eat you out, Y/N.” Bucky pulls up a chair, sits down, and all too gleefully attaches his mouth to your cunt, lapping at your folds like a starving man, and sucking your clit into his mouth.

You’re still sensitive from your previous orgasm, within seconds you’re bucking against his face, another release building quickly. His name falls like a prayer from your lips, your hands go to his hair, threading into it and pulling him as close as possible to where you need him.

Your orgasm shoots through you, and you bite your lip to stop your wail from reaching the ceiling. Bucky licks and sucks you through it, giving you space after you push him away, but not before placing one last kiss against you,

“That good, darlin’? You look like it was pretty good,” he’s grinning devilishly, carefully wiping at his face, before looming over you as you lie against the wooden surface of the table. You carefully raise your arms, and pull his shirt off him, needing the feel of his skin against yours. You raise your lips to his ear, chuckling lightly,

“You’re going to be the one to clean up this table, Bucky. We eat here!” You’re not mad, far from it, your skin tingles with aftershocks of joy, your gorgeous man is pulling down his pants, and he’s lifting your leg to wrap around his waist…

He’s gentle when he pushes inside you, soft when he brushes his lips over yours, and careful when he wraps his arms under your shoulders to pull you flush to him.

He sets the perfect pace, filling you up to the hilt, pulling back enough to hit every sensitive inch of you, and then thrusting back inside. Every inch of you he can find, he kisses, your neck, that tickly spot behind your ear, the slopes of your breasts. His teeth tease your nipples, first one and then the other.

His voice fills your head, he loves you, he loves being inside of you, you’re his home, his love, his safe haven…

His pace picks up, you can feel that coil tightening in your belly. There’s less talking, more breaths and pants. Lips brushing but too breathless to kiss fully. His eyes shine at you, brighter than moonlight, and he smiles against you,

“Touch yourself for me, sweetheart, cum on my dick.” He takes a hand, raises your fingers to his lips and sucks them, making them wet, and then pushes it down between your bodies. You moan as you meet your desire slick flesh, your nub rock hard and desperate. It doesn’t take long, your fingers work hungrily, you don’t take your eyes off of Bucky, and your orgasm hits you.

There’s no words to describe how Bucky’s physical love makes you feel. Stars, fireworks, explosions… they’re beautiful but they don’t last. This feeling does. You carry it with you every time he walks out of the door.

Moonlight shines through the window as Bucky pulls out of you. It illuminates the ridges and planes of his perfect body, making him impossibly more beautiful as he gets a cloth and comes back to clean you up gently. You both get dressed silently, quick kisses shared, and you might’ve pinched the firm muscle of his backside, just to see him jump and blush.

You’ve been together long enough to not need words after something like this. It’s beautiful and perfect, and it’s all either of you have ever wanted. You smile when Bucky picks up the spray bottle of kitchen cleaner, and nod when he points upstairs,

“Go’n get into bed. I won’t be too long.”

You climb the stairs, suddenly achingly tired. It had been a long and busy day… but you stop at the door on the right, and take a peek inside.

Your little boy - Nathan Shuri Barnes - was curled up tight in his blankets, a smile on his face as he held onto his penguin plushie. You sighed as you looked at him, feeling that usual feeling of overwhelming love and gratitude for having him in your life.

Of course… he was supposed to have been staying with his uncles Sam and Steve tonight, but he had felt unwell. Apparently. So he had come home at the last minute.

Your baby loved celebrating birthdays, and apparently not being here all day for yours had caused a tantrum. You smile as you close the door… you couldn’t be mad.

Fifteen minutes later, and you’re in bed, waiting patiently for your husband and father of your child to get in next to you. The moon shines still, bright and full, as Bucky finally gets upstairs. He pulls you close, bringing the sheets over you, and wrapping his arms around you,

“Happy birthday, Y/N. I hope you enjoyed your present.” You snort a little, and raise your head to kiss him.

You fall asleep knowing you are loved. Who cares about getting a year older, or not having a working dishwasher, when you have this kind of love in your life?

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mariahlaufeyson

3 years ago

If I were Mace, I would have gone off into the sunset with Nick. She should be punished. 😂

I would have done the same, nonnie! How about this with Nick? We'll call this version of Nick and the reader Ace and Tigress.

Hell Hath No Fury

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: You show Mace that Nick belongs to you. Word Count: Over 1.8k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), forced voyeurism (do not read if this upsets you), possessive behavior, jealousy, mean behavior, light choking and slapping, mentions of sleeping with other people (not cheating), swearing, drugging, slight D/S behavior, porn with some feels (it’s me), Nick Fowler (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: More Nick Fowler bullshit. Are you lovelies sick of this by now? Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @its-just-may. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

“Sweetheart, come here. I haven’t felt you wrapped around me in days," Nick said as he stroked himself, licking his lips as you sauntered over to the bed. Both of you lost your clothes in a frenzy minutes ago, your pussy aching to be stretched by his cock. It always seemed to happen that way when you were apart for too long. His recent mission took longer than expected, but you decided to draw things out a bit simply because you could. “You’re being cruel tonight.”

So what if I am? “Thought you liked that naughty side of me, Ace,” you countered as you climbed on the bed. You lightly pushed him back against the pillows before you straddled him, gripping his chin to pull him in for a harsh kiss. It was rougher than usual, battling him for dominance as he tried to take over. But you had a point to prove. And he was right. You were being cruel. Sinking your teeth into his bottom lip, you relished in the hiss he let out. “Oops.”

“Really are my Tigress,” he whispered, licking the blood away before you had a chance to do so yourself. Most would get a bullet in their skull if they pulled a stunt like that, but you were different. Special. You felt his cock twitch against wet lips as you rocked your hips, his fingers tightening on them in a bruising grip as you hovered. At this point, you were beyond teasing him.

“Yours,” you said lovingly before you heard the muffled cry feet away. Sighing, you swung your head toward the tied up figure in the chair. Winking at the redhead, you saw the fury in her eyes as she struggled to get free. The drugs would knock her out soon enough. You also made the knots a little tighter than you should have. You wanted it to hurt.

Kind of like when Nick ties me down.

While the two of you weren’t official, you thought it was agreed upon that you wouldn’t see other people. He didn’t let you take undercover missions with other men since the two of you started sleeping together. So you were surprised when he accepted one with his old partner, Mace. Ace and Mace. Fucking adorable.

“She’s a threat. And a means to an end. Nothing more.”

That’s what he told you. Even when he admitted during the assignment that he slept with her. He said he couldn't lie to you. You appreciated that.

Doesn’t mean I have to like it.

“You're really going to make her watch," Nick scoffed when you nodded, his hand finding your chin and turning your head back toward you. "Bad girl. Get on my cock. Now.”

You hummed as you registered the command, lining up your twitching hole with the head of his cock. Hissing as you sank down, he smirked as you took him in. Though your walls were soaked with arousal, it still took a moment to adjust, even as he impatiently thrust up. You’re getting off on this, too, but you are not in control here. Placing your hands on the headboard, you gave him a smirk of your own as you lifted your hips. “Keep your eyes open if you can, Mace. You might learn something.”

“Fuck,” Nick groaned as you slammed back down. "Missed you, sweetheart. Missed your sweet cunt,”

“Missed you, too,” you mewled, taking his hand and guiding it to your neck. “Squeeze it the way I’m squeezing your cock.”

“Might kill you with the way you’re pussy keeps squeezing me. Like it doesn't want to let me go," he said with the right amount of cockiness as his fingers gripped your throat. Your skin felt warm under his touch, your heart pounding as you narrowed your eyes. As much as you loved him, and the way he felt inside you, part of you was still pissed.

Wait, love? Fuck.

“Not if I kill you first, Nick.”

Hurt slipped through your anger before you could stop it. Fuck you for making me jealous. “I did what I had to do,” he said through his teeth, his thumb brushing your fluttering pulse like an apology. His eyes filled with regret, too, as he kept his gaze on you. “Won’t do it again.”

No, you fucking won't.

“He never finished inside you, did he?” you asked to rid yourself of the temporary pain, your words directed at Mace as you rocked your hips faster. The sounds you and Nick made almost drowned out her smothered words. Woman to woman, you felt a pinch of guilt. But Nick wasn’t hers and you were staking your claim. “He always finishes inside me. Whatever hole he can stick it in, he fills it.”

“Because I own you,” he groaned, trying to take back the upper hand.

Not yet, Ace.

"Oh, please," you purred as you rolled your body, tingling with the need for release. It really had been too long. "Sit there all you want and say you own me and my pussy when you know I own you and your cock. Don’t deny it. That’s why you, fuck, can’t resist taking me every chance you get."

"Because no one else can fuck you like I can. Greedy holes can't get enough."

Your breath caught in your throat, simply enjoying the slide of him moving in and out of you. "And all I have to do is breathe and you're hard. A dog with a bone. Such a good boy, aren't you?"

You smiled when he let go of your throat and brought it back to your hip, flipping your bodies so you were on your back. Gets him every time. His hips began to snap at a brutal pace, making you cry out as the wet sounds of your bodies slapping together filled the room. “You’re gonna come on my cock,” he snarled.

“Yes, sir,” you managed to say, reaching between your bodies to rub your clit.

He snarled again as he smacked your hand away, the sting making you clench tighter around him. “Don’t you fucking touch yourself. I’m getting you off.”

“Then do it,” you groaned, lifting your hips to meet his. Since he wouldn't let you touch yourself, you settled for grabbing his short hair and pulling. He really did like a bit of pain. “Before I find someone else to get the job done.”

His hand flew to your neck again, the blue of his eyes blazing with determination as he drove into you. He fucked you like he had something to prove, hitting that sweet spot inside you. Pleasure pooled in your abdomen as he drove even deeper into you. “The fuck you will.”

Doesn’t feel good to think of me with someone else, does it?

“After tonight, you’re mine. You hear me?” he asked, growling and slapping one of your breasts when you didn’t immediately agree. “Answer me.”

“After tonight, I’m yours. Only if you’re mine.”

“I’m fucking yours, sweetheart.”

Good boy.

"You hear that, Mace? He's mine," you simpered. The knowledge was more than enough to tip you over the edge, coming all over Nick's cock the way he wanted you to. Your walls pulsed as you gushed around him, your head falling back. The pleasure he wrung out of you never ceased to amaze you.

"That's it, sweetheart. Give it to me," he groaned as he released your throat, spreading your legs wider and fucking you faster to chase his end.

"Feels good when you ruin me, doesn't it? Wrecking my pretty pussy like a work of art. Do it," you encouraged through your haze. "Paint my insides. Make my walls drip with you."

"Fuck. Fuck. Gonna come," he moaned, his hips crashing into your once more as he spilled inside you. It always felt so hot.

You smiled up at him as you caught your breath, softly kissing him as he collapsed on top of you. You basked in the afterglow before you turned your head. "See something you like?" you asked when you finally spared Mace a glance. There were no tears in her eyes as she struggled to keep them open, but her chest heaved and you knew she hated you both in that moment.

"So cruel," Nick whispered against your neck.

“Sometimes,” you exhaled, briefly closing your eyes as his lips trailed along your skin. A wicked grin crossed your face as you opened them. "Shoot her and put her out of her misery.”

Mace weakly struggled when Nick stopped his kisses and slowly pulled out of you. He reached for the gun under the pillow beside you, no hesitation as he sat up and took aim. He’d kill for me. In that moment, you loved him. Still, you gently grabbed his wrist to stop him. "Thought you wanted me to shoot her."

"Changed my mind. I don’t want blood on the walls," you said. You knew if you asked him to, he wouldn't think twice about ending her life. It was more than enough for now to prove he was yours. “She’s going to sleep anyway.”

You could hear that Mace was trying to reason with Nick behind the gag before her eyes shut, her head dropping. The betrayal had to cut deep. She'll just have to get over it. “You know those drugs won’t kill her, right?” he reminded you.

“I know, but we’ll be long gone before she wakes up. Tell me you at least got the drive."

"Of course, I did," he smiled as he set the gun on the nightstand, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You missed those kisses. "Only reason I took that job."

"You still fucked her," you said above a whisper. I thought I meant more than that.

He leaned down again, this time bringing his mouth to your ear. "And I hate myself for it. I'm sorry."

I believe you.

"Make me come again and I'll forgive you."

He chuckled before the doorbell rang. “Who the hell is that?”

Oh. Oh, shit.

“I forgot about that,” you smiled sheepishly as you arched your back and stretched. “I may have invited one of my old partners over."

"What? Why?" Nick asked, all warmth gone from his eyes.

"Well. Since you fucked Mace, job or not, I was upset. I didn’t want to be alone tonight."

Nick’s nostrils flared as he stared down at you. Fuck, he’s sexy when he’s pissed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

You didn't flinch or shrink back. "You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow. And I never said I was going to fuck him."

But hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, right?

“You’re not fucking anyone else, but me.”

“But you said I was yours AFTER tonight, right?” you smiled when the doorbell rang again. “So either get rid of him and show me I’m really yours or take a seat and watch me have some fun."

*****

Love and thanks!

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