Page 63 of Deadly Legacy
Nikon complied, gripping Reuben’s hair with one hand and pulling his head back as he increased his pace. The new angle let him drive even deeper.
“Touch yourself,” Nikon ordered, his voice strained with exertion.
Reuben reached beneath himself, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking in time with Nikon’s thrusts. The dual sensation was too much; the pressure inside him, the friction of his hand, the grip on his hair.
“I’m close,” he warned, feeling the tension building at the base of his spine.
“Come for me,” Nikon growled in his ear, hips moving in short, hard thrusts now, maintaining constant pressure against Reuben’s p-spot.
Reuben came with a hoarse cry, spilling over his hand and onto the sheets. His body tightened around Nikon’s cock as his orgasm tore through him. Nikon cursed, his rhythm faltering as Reuben’s muscles clenched around him.
Four more deep thrusts and Nikon followed, groaning as he buried himself into Reuben, emptying himself deep inside. His hips jerked a few more times before he collapsed on top of Reuben, both of them breathing heavily.
After a moment, Nikon pulled out inch by inch, before rolling to the side with a long groan. A beat later, he disappeared to the bathroom briefly, returning with a warm washcloth to clean them both up. As soon as he was done, he tossed it aside and pulled Reuben against his chest, one arm wrapped around his waist, hugging him close.
“You taste better than anything in this city,” Nikon murmured against Reuben’s neck, his tongue flicking out to sample the salt on his skin.
“Smooth talker,” Reuben replied with a lazy smile, already drifting toward sleep.
The silk sheets whispered against Reuben’s skin as he rolled onto his side, watching Nikon’s profile in the morning light.Three weeks since Dmitrii’s death, and the tension that had lived in his partner’s shoulders for months had finally begun to ease.
Nikon’s eyes remained closed, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “I can feel you watching me.”
“Professional hazard.” Reuben propped himself on one elbow, sheets pooling around his waist, as his lips quirked into a lazy grin. “Reading people is what I do, remember?”
Nikon’s eyes opened then, startlingly blue against the white pillowcase. “And what are you reading now?”
“That you’re hiding something.” Reuben traced a finger along Nikon’s collarbone, feeling the slight hitch in his breath. “You’ve had that look since dinner at Grigorii’s yesterday. The one you get when something’s on your mind.”
Nikon caught his hand, bringing Reuben’s fingers to his lips. The warm press of his mouth sent a familiar spark through Reuben’s skin. “Perhaps I’m thinking about more important things than business for once.”
Reuben studied him, cataloging the subtle tells he’d learned over their time together; the slight tightening around Nikon’s eyes, the almost imperceptible shift in his breathing. “Alexei mentioned the eastern district takeover went smoothly.”
“Smoother than expected.” Nikon’s thumb traced circles against Reuben’s wrist. “Some of Dmitrii’s former staff—the bartenders, dealers, security—they’re working out well under our new management.”
Reuben nodded, recalling the briefing Alexei had given them yesterday. Three clubs, two warehouses, and a distribution network. They were all absorbed with minimal bloodshed. Dmitrii’s empire had collapsed like a house of cards once the man himself was gone.
“It’s amazing what happens when you actually pay people what they’re worth.” Reuben settled back against the pillows,allowing himself to enjoy the rare luxury of a lazy morning. His skin warmed where it pressed against Nikon’s side.
The transition had been remarkably seamless. Territory that would have cost them months of fighting had fallen into their laps in weeks. “Matthew Capital’s quarterly numbers came in yesterday. The Quantize Guard acquisition boosted our portfolio value by sixteen percent.”
“That’s good. The official business grows alongside our other interests.” Nikon rolled to face him fully, his expression shifting to something more businesslike despite their state of undress. “Grigorii wants to bring the new clubs into the fold slowly. Less attention that way.”
Reuben nodded. The pocket watch Grigorii had given him a couple of days ago sat on their nightstand. The weight of its significance still hung heavy in his mind; acceptance, belonging, family.
“You’re overthinking again.” Nikon’s voice cut through his thoughts.
“Just processing.” Reuben’s gaze drifted to the window. “I never expected to be discussing territorial acquisitions in bed on a Sunday morning.”
Nikon’s hand found the nape of Reuben’s neck, fingers threading through the short hairs there. “Is that what’s bothering you? The business talk?”
“Nothing’s bothering me.” Reuben shifted his back against the headboard. “I’m just adjusting to our new normal.”
“And what is our new normal, exactly?” Something in Nikon’s tone made Reuben look at him more closely.
Reuben took a moment before answering. “Well, let’s see... Matthew Capital’s becoming a real success. Your family’s bigger than ever. And nobody’s trying to kill us right now.” He smiled. “Plus, we’ve got those Sunday dinners with your brothers.”
“Is that enough?” Nikon’s expression remained unreadable, but his voice carried an unfamiliar note of uncertainty.
