Worth the fight

Chapter 21

Nico

Elle walks into the kitchen wearing nothing but the button up shirt I was wearing last night and a satisfied smile. I feel like fucking Tarzan and it takes everything I have not to bang on my chest, knowing I put that satisfaction on her face. Again.

She looks sexy as hell and I need back inside of her. Soon. I can’t remember the last time I made a woman breakfast. The last thirteen months I’ve treated women like stray cats. I’d pet em a bit, but if I fed them and they knew where I lived, I was afraid they’d come back. But Elle’s different. I want her to stay. I want to make her breakfast and then spend the day with her, maybe even spend some of the day outside of bed.

She’s quiet and I hope she isn’t thinking of how to make her getaway. She tries to steal a piece of turkey bacon I’m making, and I swat her ass with the spatula. Hmm. I hope she stays, so we can play with the spatula more. I toss her up onto the island, her bare legs swing around reminding me of a little kid. She’s smart and sexy and cute and has no idea of it.

“You have any plans for the day?” I’m venturing into uncharted territory here. It’s usually the other way around. They want to stay and I can’t wait to get rid of them.

“Umm. None that I really want to do. I have some work to catch up on, but it’ll keep.“

I take a piece of bacon over to her and feed it to her. She doesn’t attempt to take it from my hand. Instead she sits on the counter and bites off pieces. She smiles at me as she takes the last piece in her mouth, nipping my finger on purpose. The woman doesn’t have an ounce of fear of me, even knowing what I’m capable of.

She lifts her eyebrow at me in challenge after her nip. “What do you normally do on Sundays?”

“I usually wind up downstairs, even though I tell myself I’m not going to work.” I take another piece of bacon from the plate over to her and offer her one bite. As she chews I pull her ass almost off the counter so she is flush up against me. The height is perfect. I’m definitely taking her in the kitchen like this when she isn’t sore. I pretend to offer her another bite of bacon, and then pull it back, shoving the rest of the piece into my own mouth instead.

She playfully pouts and shoves at me, but I don’t budge. “Preach and I also usually have dinner with Vinny Sunday night.”

“Vinny?”

“He’s a local kid I train. Mom’s a fu…screw up and he was on his way to a bad place. Got in trouble for fighting at school all the time, so I’m working on giving him focus. He’s a good kid, but don’t ever tell him I said that.”

“Your secret’s safe with me. I won’t let on that you’re really a good guy.”

I wrap my arms around her waist. “You better not, I have a reputation to live up to, you know.” I plant one on her lips before finishing off our breakfast.