The absurdity of that statement makes me giggle. I tuck my head under his chin and let him hold me in the shower. Yes, I have had a bad day. One of the worst. But it could be worse. I am still here, and I am still with Nick.
In the end, I suppose that is all that matters.
I can’t stop thinking about McFadden. For the longest time, Nick’s secrets belonged to just him and me, then Regan and Daniel. Now this new man has been brought into our circle, and I don’t even know if I can trust him. “Promise me something, Nick.”
“Anything.”
“That if you start to suspect McFadden of anything, of playing us . . . that you’ll kill him and we’ll cut ties here and go to another country. Somewhere safe. Canada. Mexico. I don’t care where as long as I’m with you.”
“Da,” he tells me. “It is not the worst plan to have an exit strategy. We do not need one yet, Daisy. But when the day comes, we will be ready. I am always ready.”
I nod against his chest, feeling better already. Nick is always prepared. He always has the right answer.
“What about your father?” he asks me.
I pull back and look up at my beautiful Nikolai. “If we had to run, we’d leave him behind. It would hurt, but not nearly as much as the thought of having to be parted from you.”
He groans and pulls me against him. “You are my heart, Daisy.” He begins to kiss me, pressing his mouth against my face, my jaw.
“You are mine, Kolya,” I breathe. He’s still hard and I feel his erection against my wet skin. This time, it doesn’t strike me as shockingly out of place, but right. Just right. And this time, I want him as much as he wants me.
I wrap a hand around his length and begin to stroke, my mouth seeking his even as my hands seek his erection. Our mouths connect in a mesh of slicking tongues and soft groans. He tastes heavenly, my Nick. Like masculine spice and love and sex and intensity and all of the good things he’s brought to my life. And I’m so in love with him that my tears spring forth again.
“No crying,” he murmurs hoarsely against my mouth. “Only love. Only you, Daisy. Only me. We are here, and we are together. All else is not important.”
I nod and kiss him again, my hand moving lower to cup his sac, to tickle him in his private places, the only ones that tattoos have not touched with their lurid ink. He is a dark god, my Nick, but he is mine, and my hands will worship his flesh.
His hands glide over my breasts, and I arch against his hand, needing more. He teases them with his fingers, and then his mouth dips low, heading for my breasts. I release his cock and move my hands to his shoulders so he can touch me as he will. He cups both my breasts, squeezing them together, and the stark tattoo of his art on my breastbone is squished between the two globes he’s plumping with his fingers. Nick pushes his face against my skin and licks the crease, then moves to my nipples. He runs a fingernail over one, then soothes it with his tongue, and I moan at the shockwaves of pleasure it sends through my body. He knows just how to touch me, how to make me go wild until I’m panting for him.
One hand slips away from my breast, and while Nick is holding one captive and sucking my erect nipple, the other moves between my legs. He finds my clit and begins to press it with his thumb, then moves it back and forth, rubbing hard.
I cry out and cling to him harder, because I want to collapse at his touch, but the shower is slippery and the tile hard. “Nick, please. I want you inside me.”
His mouth nips my breast one more time, and then he releases me and gives my ass a noisy slap. “Turn, Daisy.”
I do gladly, greedily, and press my hands flat to the tile, presenting him with my ass. I spread my legs, eager to have him between them, to have him filling me and making me come so hard that I see stars.
As I push my ass toward him, he stands again and his hand reaches between my legs and slaps my pussy. I gasp, startled by this, but aroused, and I buck against his hand. “Nick,” I breathe. “Kolya.”
He growls low in his throat, and then his hand latches at my hip and I think yes, yes, now moments before he sinks deep. I cry out with how good he feels, that first push into me always startling with its intensity.
Nick’s other hand moves between my legs, and when he thrusts into me again, his finger pushes against my clit. I rub against it when my body rocks forward, and a mew of pleasure erupts from my throat.
“Mine, Daisy,” he rasps, and his cock drives into me from behind. “You are all mine.”
“Yours,” I pant, wriggling against the fingers pressing against my clit. Oh God, he feels so good. I’m going to come too fast. As he continues to thrust into me and growl possessive words, I close my eyes and brace against the shower wall, lost in how he’s making me feel.