Nate(76)

Duke was still glaring at me, but at those words, his head jerked to the side. That surprised him.

My tone went mocking. “She saw you coming long before you made any moves. Want to know something else you failed at? Your daughter knows you, but you don’t know your daughter. And now you’ll never know her again.”

Mathias made a sound, but I couldn’t discern what it was. If it was a signal or an urge to stop this, I didn’t care.

Duke stared back at me.

I waited, expecting something from him.

But nothing came.

He had nothing.

We’d taken him by surprise. He had no moves left.

As if on my same wavelength, Logan scoffed. “Let’s go. He’s done.”

We headed to the vehicle.

Logan got in his seat and said as we started to leave, “When the fuck were you going to tell me that shit?”

I glanced at him. “When I wanted to detonate the bomb to take him out.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, and something flashed there. Something good. He lounged back in his seat. “He really did all that?”

“Yeah.”

“Only guy we know in this scenario in jail is Mancini. That’s who we’re talking about, right?”

“You’re right.”

“Do I want to know what he wanted Mancini to say?”

My fingers curled tight around the steering wheel, real tight. “No.”

“You going to tell me at a time if I absolutely need to know?”

I gave him a look, a slight grin on my face. “You know I will.”

He nodded, his tension easing up. Then, he laughed. “You’re like the new Mason.”

I shook my head, feeling more sad than anything. “I’m just a father, and a partner now.”

I gave him ten seconds.

He only needed five. “So you and the baby guardian-mama, huh?”





41





Quincey





I was in Nate’s sauna, my towel wrapped around me because he said his friend was here. My whole body was aching. We were doing doubles for rehearsals to make sure everything was ready to go, and our first show was in a week. I was ready, but I was sore.

So sore.

The door opened, and Nate came in wearing a business suit.

“What are you doing?”

He started shedding his clothes.

“Nate.”

“Taylor flew in to surprise Logan, and both of them are going to watch Nova for a few hours. I told him I wanted private time with you down here.”

“Where are they now?”

“In the toy room.”

“Oh.”

The shoes were first.

The shirt was next.

The pants.

His socks.

He pulled off the T-shirt he wore under his business shirt.

Then his hands paused just above his boxer briefs.

I sighed. I so loved his boxer briefs.

“Am I going to be alone here?”

“We’re in the sauna.”

“It’ll be great for our lungs.”

“I don’t think this is healthy.”

He gave me a wicked grin before taking his boxers off and coming toward me. “Well, I’m fully hydrated, and I was thinking of playing our game again?”

“What?”

But he had whipped my towel off, and he lowered me down on the bench.

He didn’t come over me. He moved so he was at my feet, and then he rested a hand just above my navel right before he lowered his face.

His mouth found my clit, and I was gone.

I arched up, but his hand held me in place. That’s why it was there.

“Nate.” I was already panting.

He was magical with his mouth. His fingers were magic. His dick, too. Holy. Everything about him was magical.

His tongue slid inside.

Pleasure burst through me, almost ripping me in half. It was intense and overwhelming, and just as I thought I was getting used to it, he did something new, and I was soaring right back up all over again. And again. And again.

I was writhing in place, but he held me down as he was sucking and tasting.

His tongue moved in, flicking over me.

He was working me up, and just as I thought I would burst, he pulled back.

I groaned, now biting into my arm. The type of scream he was getting from me would’ve scared everyone in the house. I felt another sweep of his tongue, and I bit farther down, my legs moving in place.

He moved farther up. Both his hands palmed my hips for a second, but then he switched his angle, and his tongue thrust back in. His hand moved to my nub, and he was rolling it in a smooth circle. Both, at the same time, and I was exploding in his arms.

I had a moment before he rose over me.

His gaze was dark and hungry. “Are you clean?” he rasped out.

His need was piercing.

“I—yes.”

“Birth control?”

“Yes.”

“Can I?” He moved up. “I don’t have a condom here.”

I reached down, took his cock, and pushed him back on the bench. I sheathed myself on him, and that was my answer.

His hands grabbed my ass, and then I started rolling my hips, a whole new need rising all over again.