Page 28 of Deadly Legacy (The House of Matvei #3)

S team billowed around them as Reuben shut off the shower they’d been sharing after an exhausting day. They’d barely seen each other since morning. Reuben had been buried in meetings at Matthew Capital, while Nikon handled casino operations.

The shower together had been Nikon’s suggestion, a simple way to reconnect after fourteen hours apart.

Water dripped from both their bodies as Nikon grabbed him before he could reach for a towel, shoving him against the cold tile wall and claiming his mouth. Reuben tasted mint from Nikon’s toothpaste as their tongues collided.

“Thought we were getting dry,” Reuben said between kisses, his wet skin sliding against Nikon’s.

“We’re not,” Nikon replied, droplets still running down his chest as his hand slid between Reuben’s legs to stroke him.

Reuben groaned, biting at Nikon’s lower lip. “Bedroom. Now.”

They barely dried off before stumbling to the bed, leaving wet footprints across the hardwood floor. Nikon pushed Reuben onto the mattress, climbing over him with water still dripping from his hair onto Reuben’s chest. Their mouths met again, hungrier now, as hands roamed freely over damp skin.

Nikon’s weight pressed Reuben into the mattress, their bodies aligned perfectly from chest to hip. Reuben ran his hands down Nikon’s back to his ass, pulling him closer as they ground against each other. The friction made both men groan.

Nikon broke the kiss to work his way down Reuben’s neck, biting at the spot where it met his shoulder. The bite was hard enough to make Reuben hiss, but not hard enough to mark. His hands pinned Reuben’s wrists above his head as he continued down, tongue flicking over a nipple before biting gently.

Reuben arched up, seeking more contact. “Stop teasing.”

Nikon smirked against his skin, releasing Reuben’s wrists to move lower.

His tongue traced the ridges of muscle that months of training with Stepan had carved into Reuben’s abdomen.

But, when he reached Reuben’s cock, already hard against his stomach, he deliberately avoided it, instead biting at the inside of Reuben’s thigh.

“Damn it, Nikon,” Reuben groaned in frustration.

Nikon moved back up Reuben’s body, his expression hungry and determined. “I want your mouth,” he said, positioning himself over Reuben’s face.

Reuben didn’t hesitate, taking Nikon’s cock into his mouth. The salt-sharp taste of clean skin and arousal flooded his senses as he worked his tongue along the underside. Above him, Nikon cursed in Russian, his thighs tensing on either side of Reuben’s head.

Reuben gripped Nikon’s hips, controlling the pace as he took him deeper. He could feel Nikon growing ever harder against his tongue, the head hitting the back of his throat. Nikon’s breathing became more ragged as Reuben hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder.

“Enough,” Nikon growled, pulling away before things ended too quickly.

He moved down Reuben’s body, spreading his legs apart roughly. Seconds later, Nikon’s mouth descended without warning, taking Reuben’s cock to the base in one smooth motion. The wet heat was overwhelming, making Reuben’s hips buck up involuntarily.

“Fuck—Nikon—” Reuben gasped, hands fisting in the sheets.

Nikon worked him mercilessly, one hand cupping and squeezing Reuben’s balls while his tongue swirled around the head. He pulled off briefly to lick a wet stripe from base to tip before swallowing him down again.

When Reuben was right on the edge, his thighs shaking, Nikon pulled off.

“Turn over,” he commanded, voice rough with desire.

Reuben rolled onto his stomach, raising his hips in invitation. He felt Nikon’s weight shift on the mattress behind him as the man reached for the nightstand drawer. The bedside lamp cast enough light for Reuben to see Nikon’s shadow as he retrieved the bottle of lube they kept there.

“Spread your legs wider,” Nikon directed, his voice gravelly with desire.

Reuben complied, adjusting his position on all fours, knees planted firmly on the mattress.

He heard the snap of the lube cap, then the slick sound of Nikon coating his fingers.

A moment later, Nikon’s left hand gripped Reuben’s left ass cheek, spreading him wider while his right hand moved between Reuben’s legs.

Nikon circled Reuben’s entrance with a slick finger, teasing the sensitive rim before slowly pressing inside. The initial intrusion made Reuben tense, but he consciously relaxed his muscles, focusing on the pleasurable fullness as Nikon’s finger pushed deeper.

“Give it to me,” Reuben demanded, rocking back.

Nikon withdrew slightly before pushing back in with two fingers this time. The stretch of his tight hole around Nikon’s fingers burned at first, but Reuben pushed back against it, wanting more. Nikon worked his fingers in and out methodically, scissoring them to prepare Reuben.

“Keep going,” Reuben demanded, glancing over his shoulder to see Nikon watching his fingers disappear into his body as he prepared him to be fucked.

Nikon added a third finger, twisting and scissoring them to stretch Reuben properly. He curled them, hitting Reuben’s p-spot dead center.

“Just fuck me already,” Reuben growled, his cock now leaking onto the sheets below.

Nikon withdrew his fingers and slicked himself with lube. He positioned the head of his cock at Reuben’s entrance, teasing him by rubbing it against the sensitive rim without pushing in.

“Stop teasing and do it,” Reuben said through gritted teeth.

Nikon gripped Reuben’s hips hard enough to leave marks and pushed in with one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Reuben’s back arched, a strangled moan escaping his throat at the sudden fullness.

Nikon didn’t wait for him to adjust, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. He set a brutal pace, each thrust driving Reuben further up the bed. The headboard slammed against the wall as Nikon’s hips snapped forward over and over again.

Nikon shifted his angle, hitting Reuben’s prostate with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, electricity shooting up Reuben’s spine with every impact. Sweat formed on their skin, the slap of flesh against flesh filling the room along with their heavy breathing.

“Harder,” Reuben demanded, pushing back to meet each thrust.

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.