Tag: nick amaro x reader

Can we get some Nick x Reader reconciliation smut please?

“God. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you,” you panted into Nick’s neck. Your hands clutched his shirt as he pressed his body flush to yours.

Nick’s hands brushed up your sides, pushing your Tshirt up and then over your head. “Such. Beautiful. Skin. So. Soft.” He said with reverence between peppering kisses along your collarbone. Warm hands splayed along your lower back pulling you closer to him.

“Too many clothes,” you complained pulling at Nick’s shirt. He pulled away long enough to rid himself of his shirt and you shed your bra. “Pants off,” you commanded. Hastily you stepped out of your cut-offs.

Nick fumbled with his button, then pushed his jeans and boxer briefs off in one swoop. His erection sprung free. You eyes greedily scanned your husband’s body. “I need you mi amor. Need to be inside you.” Nick’s eyes slid over your body with hooded eyes, his voice husky.

“Not as much as I need you.” You and Nick tumbled onto the bed. Nick crushed his lips to yours, parting your lips with his tongue. Nick’s thumb skimmed over a nipple while the other reached between the two of you. “Ahh.” You dug your nails into his back.

Nick took a sharp intake of breath when your hand took his length in your hand. “Easy, Y/N.” He ran a hand down the outside of your thigh, hiking it up.

“Please. Nick. I want you,” you pleaded. Nick’s fingers slid through your wet folds. “Oh. Oh, God. Please, Nick. Just fuck me,” you said breathlessly.

He lined up with your entrance and slowly slid into your wet core. “Jesus, oh God.” Nick stilled, relishing the feel of you wrapped around him.

“Nick, oh…” You dug your heels into his lower back encouraging him to move. Soon your hips were snapping up to meet his. It felt so damn good and you let him know just that.

Nick buried his face in your neck, mumbling in Spanish. You nipped his earlobe and neck, spurring him on. “I’m not going to – oh fuck baby.”

As you wrapped your arms around Nick, you felt that familiar pull low in your belly. The orgasm ripped through your body. “Nick- I’m, oh my God!”

Nick growled, and a couple thrusts later he found his release. He collapsed on your chest. Kissing your face, then finding your lips. “Y/N. That was…mmmm…” He rolled off you, then pulled you to his chest. “I love you so much.”

Throwing a leg over his middle you rested your head on his chest. “Amazing.” You placed kisses to Nick’s chest. “I love you too Nicky.”

Nick’s fingers ran over your thigh, up your side, and brushed up your arm. “So, uh, you up for…” He flexed his hips making his arousal known.

You sat up and without saying a word straddled Nick’s hips. “I think I could be persuaded,” you winked.

do nick and the reader ever get back to how they were were before the stripper incident?

It had been a shit day, a shit week, truth be told it had been a shit few months. The house was dark when you pulled into the driveway. The kids were staying at Cesaria’s house and Nick was working late. You sighed. At least there was a cold six pack waiting for you in the fridge. That thought got you out of the car and up the front steps.

“Welcome home mi amada.” Nick’s soft, low voice filled your ears. He slowly crossed the floor to you, smirking.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you scared the hell out of me.” You brought a hand to your chest. “I thought you had to work late?”

“Well, I may have fibbed a little. I wanted to surprise you.” Nick pulled you to his chest and kissed your temple. “I knew it was a bad day, so I thought I’d make you dinner and then maybe we can watch a movie.”

“The surprise was a success.” You laughed and patted his chest. “Please tell me that is your grandmother’s Vaca Frita that I smell. I am starving. Didn’t have time for lunch.”

Nick slid his hand down your back, directing you to the kitchen. “It sure is. Go change and I’ll dish up our plates.”

“Still up for a movie?” Nick inquired as the two of you cleaned up after dinner. When you turned, he was fidgeting with a dish towel. His eyes turned up to yours.

As exhausted as you were you couldn’t say no? ”Yep. What are we watching?” 

Nick waved his hand in the air. “It’s-it’s just some independent film. Uh, someone recommended it.” Nick seemed nervous, giving you a shy smile.

You arched an eyebrow. “Yeah. Okay, Nick.” Shaking your head you wondered what he was up to. You were hoping you could stay awake through the movie.

Nick grabbed your hand as you headed to the living room. “This way.” He lead you to the backyard. A sheet covered one outside. You noticed a projector set up on a table.

“What are you up to, Amaro?” You asked with one arched brow.

“You’ll see.” Nick grinned back at you. He sat beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders.

Your eyes widened and you gasped. It was a picture of your and Nick’s first date. The picture changed to other candids of you and Nick. When you and Nick moved in together, when you adopted Frankie, vacations, engagement, wedding, pregnancies, and the kids. All set to meaningful songs from your relationship.

Nick squeezed your shoulder when you wiped tears off your cheeks. “Nick. That was…” You brushed tears from your eyes and took a calming breath, “beautiful. How did you do this?”

“I had some help with the editing…”

“Owen.” The two of you said in unison then chuckled.

“That kid is something else,” you mused. “We did real good making those two.”

Nick nodded. “They got the best of both of us. Your smarts and my good looks.”

“That they did.” You dropped your gaze before looking into his eyes. “Thank you for all you did tonight and have been doing. This was better than any night out. I love you, Nicky.”

“My pleasure mi amor. And thank you for loving me not only through my best but my worst.” He took you and hand and gently pulled you over to his lap. “I love you so, so much, Y/N.”

Meeting Amaro V

//This will be the last part of this fic of how Nick and reader meet. But of course, their story continues 😊 *mention of ectopic pregnancy*//

“Time served and a $1000 fine because he pleads down. Are you kidding me?” The judge was very lenient because it was his first charge. Thinking back you knew you should have done something sooner. You shook your head.

After the incident with Sam, you gave notice at work even though the director assured Sam couldn’t nor would he be allowed to stay employed. You had two job interviews next week. One at another ER, the other at a clinic.

Nick texted you a couple times checking on you and wondering when you were going to buy that coffee you owed him. That’s where you were now. Waiting in a coffee shop that was between both of your places.

It’s just coffee. Nothing more. You did not grin like a crazy person when he texted you. You did not think he was sexy all scruffy, dark hair, deep brown eyes…he was there. “Oh Y/L/N you are in so much trouble.” You mumbled to yourself through a smile and waved to him.

                                     //Four months later//

“So there I was chasing a perp. I caught up with him, tackled him. And…he was naked.” Nick half smiled and hung his head with a chuckle.

“Are-are you serious?” You burst out laughing. Letting go of NIck’s hand you wiped the tears from your eyes. “I think we have a lot of similar incidents even though we are in totally different fields.”

“You’ve chased down a naked man and tackled him?” Nick raised his eyebrows surprised.

“Just one of the perks of working in the ER during rush week.” You shrugged your shoulders laughing. Nick slipped his arm around you and kissed your temple.

He slid his hand down to take yours. “Y/N. I want to tell you something. I lo-”

 Your smile faded and you stopped dead in your tracks. “No.” 

“What-I haven’t said…” Nick realized you weren’t talking to him and followed your gaze. Nick’s jaw clenched when he spotted Sam. He gently tugged on your hand. “C’mon let’s go.”

When you were back at Nick’s apartment you excused yourself to the restroom. You braced yourself on the sink and looked in the mirror. After splashing water on your face, you grabbed a towel to dry your face. 

Nick was in the kitchen at the stove when you emerged from the restroom. You watched as he took two mugs from the cabinet and placed a tea bag in each. Nick rubbed his hands over his face and let out a deep sigh. 

“Hey.” Nick jumped when he heard your voice and the tea kettle whistling. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.” You leaned against the doorway of the kitchen and gave him a small smile.

Nick poured the boiling water over the teabags and handed you a cup. “It’s okay. My mind was elsewhere.” Nick leaned a hip on the counter. His smile was thin. “Can we sit and talk?”

A lump formed in your throat. This was it. You were being dumped. “Sure.” You followed Nick into the living room. A pit was forming in your stomach and tea was the last thing you needed. Carefully you sat the steaming mug on the coffee table beside Nick’s.

Nick clasped his hands between his open knees. “Y/N. First I want to ask if you’re okay?”

You shrugged a shoulder, gazing up at Nick.

“Dumb question, sorry.” Nick sighed. He reached for your hand, his eyes locked with yours. “He can’t hurt you anymore, Y/N. I’ll make sure of it.” Nick’s eyes were filled with sincerity. 

“I know.” You whispered. “I trust you, Nick. I feel safe with you.”

Nick knew everything about your past. From losing your parents when you were 18, to raising your brother, who was now serving overseas in the Marines. He knew all about Sam too. The cheating, abuse, and manipulation.  

One evening, about a month ago he came to your apartment upset after a call from his dad. Nick revealed the abuse him and his mom suffered at the hands of his father. Something only a hand full of people knew about. 

There was one thing. One very important thing you left out that night. It had been bothering you since. You took a steadying breath. “Nick. I need to tell you something.”

Nick nodded, encouraging you to continue. 

Through pursed lips, you blew out the breath you were holding. “When Sam and I were together, I got pregnant.” Your eyes flicked to Nick to gauge his reaction. “ I started bleeding at work. It turned out to be an ectopic pregnancy. I had to have emergency surgery. I woke up scared and alone. But most of all relieved. I know that makes me sound like an awful person but-”

He squeezed your hand. “I’m sorry. That must have been…I can’t imagine.” He gathered you in his arms, squeezing you tight.  “You Y/N are not an awful person.” He moved his hands to cup your face. His thumbs swiped away your tears. “I love you, Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

Your breath caught. “I love you too Nicholas Amaro.”  You pressed your lips to his soft, welcoming lips. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest. You and Nick may both be damaged but to one another, you were perfect.

Meeting Amaro IV

By the time you left the precinct the sky had covered the street in a heavy blanket of pure, white snow. It was making the drive longer. All you wanted to do was retreat to the sanctity of your bed.

“Take the next right. My building is on the left.” Nick followed your instructions, pulled up to the curb, and cut the engine. "Thanks for all your help today.”

“No problem. I live just a few blocks North.” You opened the door. “No, wait.” Nick jumped out and went to your side of the car. “Let make sure you get inside okay.”

“Nick that’s not-”

“It is necessary.” He walked you to the front door. “Here’s my card.” He scribbled on the back. “My desk number is on the front. Cell on the back. Call if you need anything. Okay?”

Taking the card, you tucked it in your purse. “Okay. Thanks again, Nick.” Nick watched as you went into your apartment and you waved.

Presley greeted you at the door all wiggly and happy. “Hey boy. Your the only man in my life I can depend on.” You scratched behind his ears before slipping his collar over his head and attaching the leach. “Better make it a quick one.”

After Presley’s quick walk, you filled the tub with hot water and bubbles. “Mmmm…” you sunk slowly into the steamy water feeling your muscles relax. Finally, you let go of the tears you had been holding back. Crying was cathartic.

The rest of the day was spent on the couch on your pajamas and robe watching the snow fall. At some point you fell asleep, waking to your phone ringing and someone banging on your door. Sam calling and knocking.

“Y/N? Lemme in. I know you’re in there.” Sam’s speech was slurred. His fists landed on the door harder.

“Go away, Sam. I have a restraining order.” Presley was barking and growling at the door. You shushed him. “I’m calling the cops if you don’t go away.”

There was silence for a few moments when you heard keys jingling. Shit. You forgot about Sam having a key. The chain was secured. You grabbed your phone and dialed 9-1-1. “I’m calling the cops right now, Sam.”

“Listen. I jus’ wanna ‘pologize.” Sam said through the partially opened door. “Stop bein’ a bitch.”

“Fuck off Sam.” You pushed your body weight into the door getting it closed and relocked, crushing his foot. He pulled his foot back wailing and cursing. “The cops will be here soon.”

“You fuckin’ bitch. I’ll kill you-”

Sam’s rant was cut off. “Ma’am? NYPD.” Another man was cuffing Sam and reading him his rights when you opened the door. “Ma’am. I understand you have a restraining order. Want to press charges?”

‘What good will it do? He already got out and I just pressed charges for assault and he blew through the restraining order.” Crossing your arms over your chest you looked up at the cop. “I’m sorry officer. It’s been a long day.”

“No need to apologize. I’m sure it is very frustrating.” He gave you a knowing look. “We’re gonna take him back downtown and book him again. Shouldn’t bother you anymore until he is arraigned.”

“Thanks, officer.” Sam gave you an evil look as the other officer lead him out of the building.

“I just need to get a quick statement.” He pulled out a pen and paper and started writing.

After the cops left with Sam you texted your boss asking for a couple days off due to an accident, which she approved. Your stomach rumbled. It had been since breakfast since you ate last and that didn’t stay down. Deciding on pizza, you ordered from your favorite place.

‘just wanted to make sure you’re ok’ It was from a number you didn’t recognize. ‘this is Nick Amaro by the way’

Grinning you tapped a message out on the screen. ‘I’m doing well. so nice of you to check in. just waiting on my pizza’ Why were you feeling giddy over a man you barely knew. 

Nick smiled when you responded. He shouldn’t be texting you, not really. But he wasn’t involved in the case, so he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Plus, he wanted, no needed to be sure you were okay. ‘well, I hope you have a good night. remember you need anything, call me.’ 

‘I will. oh, I owe you a coffee. lol’

He couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. 

What happens with Nick x Reader after “Never Leave”?

+ The scene when Galindo broke down in bed, is this how Nick reacted with the Reader after the stripper incident?

Continued from HERE.

Tears spilled from Nick’s eyes, making your heart clench. You had only witnessed him cry a hand full of times. On your wedding day, when your kids were born, at his Dad’s trial and when his abuela passed away. He pulled you into him, resting his head on your chest. You cradled his head and placed kisses to his hair.

Nick sat up, and cupped your face in his hands. “I wish I could take that whole night back. It has haunted my every waking hour. Every night when I go to bed, I just lie there watching you sleep. I wonder if you will ever forgive me. If we will ever get back to how were before. And I pray to God you’re still there when I open my eyes the next morning.” 

Sighing deeply, you placed your hands over his and pulled them close to your heart. “Nick.  What happened was…It hurt bad. My heart, my trust, everything I knew seemed to be broken.“

"I am so sorry-”

You held your hand up to halt his comment. “No. I’m not done. You said you were afraid I’d leave. Truthfully, I almost did. I had bags packed for me and the kids and reservations at a hotel. I wrote you a letter, Nick.” You shifted from his lap to sit beside him in the couch.

Nick took a shaky breath. His eyes were wide with fear. “So, I did almost lose you. God.” He rested his head in his hands.

You were quiet for a few moments, letting your confession sink in. Reaching for Nick’s hand you entwined your fingers with his. “Nick. I love you and I love our family. I forgive you for that night. I know you have suffered too. I just need more time

Nick nodded. "Whatever you need. However long you need, cariño. I love you.” Nick raised your hand and kissed your knuckles.

feeling bummed and inadequate after losing a job that i thought was a sure deal. could you write something with nick cheering the reader up? thanks!

[From: Nick 2:37PM] Have you heard?

[To: NIck 2:42PM] Sure did. I didn’t get it. Your girlfriend is an unemployed loser.

[From: Nick 2:43PM] I am so sorry. I know how much you wanted that job. I love you. 

[To: Nick 2:35PM] Eh, it is what it is. I love you too, babe.

“Y/N? Where are you?” Nick stalked through the apartment. He found you in the kitchen eating cookie dough and ice cream from the packages. Nick grinned at you as your legs swung freely while sitting on the counter.

Pointing the spoon at him you warned him. “Don’t say a word, Amaro.”  You were training for a marathon. Screw it, you had a couple months as you dug the spoon into the ice cream.

Nick held his hands up. “I just want a bite before it’s all gone.” Nick approached you and placed a kiss on your cool lips. “Mmm… vanilla. My favorite.”

“Yeah. Sorry. I kinda ate it all.” You showed him the empty container. “Listen.” You hopped down from the counter. “I’m just gonna go to my place. It’s Friday. You’ve had a long week. You don’t-”

“Nope. You’re staying right here with me.” He blocked your exit with his body, resting his hands on your arms. “Now, you listen to me. We are going to go to the bodega. Get a couple cheap bottles of wine, pick up some Chinese and,” he held the container upside down, “apparently more ice cream.” He grinned, knowing he won this round.

You grinned back, unable to help yourself. “Fine. Let’s go.” 

“It’s a little chilly-” you were interrupted by Nick.

“Tag! You’re it!” Nick tapped your arm and started running ahead of you.

 “Oh no, you didn’t!” Laughing you took off after him. He got held up by a mother and child allowing you to catch up and tagging him. “Now you’re it!” Sprinting past him you made it to the bodega first.

Nick was seconds behind you. He wrapped his arms around you. “You cheat. I couldn’t stop looking at your ass.” He said around panting.

“Oh, whatever!” You said laughing. Placing a hand on his chest you said, “Thank you. For you know, not letting me wallow in my own self-pity.”

“Who’s going to cheer me up?” Nick asked pouting.

“Cheer you up?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Hmmm..yeah. I have a loser girlfriend then I lost a race.” He started fake crying.

“Nicholas Amaro, you are the worst!” You laughed and swatted his chest. 

“I know amor, but you love me. Just not as much as I love you.” Nick kissed your soft lips.

“Always.”

Meeting Amaro III

“Oh, no fucking way.” You said to yourself. Bethany spotted you. She smirked and made her way over to you. This is not what you needed right now. Not that you were he surprised he called her. It just confirmed your suspicions that he was still sleeping with her. Even though he swore it was a one-time thing. God, you could be so stupid sometimes. 

Bethany stopped in front of you. “Hey Y/N.” Her voice was sickeningly sweet and fake like the rest of her. She shook her head. “Sam said you pressed charges against him. Said you have some cop boyfriend that’s lying for you.”

“Why are you here? She gave a smug look. “You’re posting his bail, aren’t you? God Bethany. You are dumber than you look.” You started walking away shaking your head.

“Don’t be jealous, Y/N. He picked me. You’re out.” Bethany stuck her chest out and flipped her hair. 

Nick came back into the squad room talking to a woman that was obviously not a friendly conversation. He made his way over in time to catch the end of the exchange. He was instantly upset, especially after the talk he just had with Sam. 

“Bethany he is an abuser. Look at my face.” Pointing to your bruised and cut cheek, “he did this. You know how he is, what he does. This isn’t the first time he’s done this.”

She took in your appearance for a beat. “Don’t make him mad. Give him what he needs like I do. And I’m giving him what you couldn’t. ” Bethany placed a hand on her belly.

You looked at her in shock. “You’re-you’re pregnant?” So many emotions flooded your body all at once. Anger, hurt, betrayal, confusion… “How could-you know…

Nick gently grabbed your arm. “We’re leaving.” If looks could kill, Bethany would no longer be a problem for you. He escorted you out of the squad room into the hall. “You okay?” He turned you to face him, his brown eyes looked worried.

It felt like you were in some kind of a nightmare. Tears were stinging your eyes. No, not here. Your stomach rolled. Taking a deep cleansing breath, you tried to push down the nausea. No luck, you were going to be sick. Sprinting to the restroom, you slammed the door behind and emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

Nick waited a couple of minutes before knocking on the door. “Y/N? Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”

After splashing water on your face and rinsing your mouth, you exited the restroom. Nick looked at you, face etched with concern. “Just- I want to go home.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to warm yourself.

“Sure.” He started to put his arm around you but stopped. You were a victim, he couldn’t overstep that boundary. His protective nature kicked into overdrive, especially after witnessing the conversation with Bethany and the one he had with Sam.

Meeting Amaro II

*mentions of physical abuse*

“What the hell was that? You were fucking him with your eyes, Y/N” Sam barked. “Another couple minutes and I think you would have screwed him right there.” Sam pushed you up against the car.

“Well, at least I didn’t fuck a co-worker, Sam. Someone I have to see every day.” You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. Sam backhanded you across the cheek so hard you saw stars and tears stung your eyes. 

Sam grabbed your shoulders and slammed you against the car.”Oof.” The wind was knocked out of you. 

“That wouldn’t have happened if-”

“NYPD. Back away from her Sam.” The strong voice was a welcome sound. “Now turn around, slowly. Put your hands behind your head.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at you. “This isn’t over.” He gave you a malicious smile before turning around, making your skin crawl.

Nick hurried over, handcuffed Sam, shoved him in his car, then radioed for a patrol car and a medic. Once that was done, he approached you. He gently grasped your shoulders. “Are you okay?” He gingerly touched your face where a bruise was already forming.

You sucked air through your teeth and winced. “Ah.” Nick’s jaw clenched at your pain. “I’m fine. Really. I’ve had…,” you cleared your throat. “I’m fine.”

You saw the disbelief in his eyes. Nick shook his head. “This isn’t the first time he-” Nick stopped his question. He already knew the answer. He scratched the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. It’s not any…” 

The arrival of the squad and cops halted the conversation, much to your relief. This was not a conversation you wanted to have with a stranger. A medic helped you onto the back of the squad. You watched as Nick hauled Sam out of his car and into the cruiser.

“So how soon will he be out?” Nick looked surprised at your question. You averted your gaze from NIck to your feet. 

“I don’t think anything is broke, but you should still get an X-ray. Examined for a concussion.” The medic put a small bandage over the small cut on your cheek. 

You nodded your head. “Thanks.” When you looked back to Nick, he was studying you. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” 

“Uh, you’ll need to give a statement. I assume you are pressing charges?” You nodded in the affirmative.  Nick offered his hand to help you from the squad. “C’mon. I’ll give you a ride. But first, the hospital.”

Nick left you with one of the officers to give your statement. “I’ll be right back.” He touched your shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. 

“Hey, Marino. How ya doin’?” They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.

“Nick. You gotta see this guys file.” He pushed it to him. “I don’t know how he is still on the streets, let alone a doctor.”

Multiple assault, domestic violence, harassment and other charges- all dropped or dismissed. A couple were from you, the rest were from other women, over the last 10 years. He looked over where you were sitting. Now he understood your question about how soon Sam would be out.

“He is a piece of work. She okay?” Marino nodded toward you.

Looking over to where you were sitting, he sighed. “Yeah. She will be. I’ll be sure of it.” He turned back to Marino. “Where is he?”

“Mr.- excuse me, Dr. Wonderful,” Marino said sarcastically, “is making his one phone call.” 

“Hey, baby. It’s Sam. I need something-” He chuckled. “We’ll get to that later. I need a favor…”

can you write something about the reader giving nick a hand job?

Sneaking a peek at Nick you observed his jaw was still clenched and his knuckles were white from squeezing the steering wheel. He hadn’t said a thing since leaving the courthouse. His Dads trial was really taking a toll on him.

Easing your hand over to his thigh you gave it a gentle squeeze. “Hey. I love you, Nick.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

He grasped your hand and brought it to his lips. He slid a quick glance to you.“I love you too cariño.” His eyes returned to the road.

A thought crossed your mind. Looking back over at Nick, you gently bite your bottom lip. “Can I do something to help you relax?”

He sighed. “I appreciate it, I do. But until this trial is over I doubt I’ll be able to relax.”

“Hmmm…I’d like to try.” Slowly you slid your hand up the inside of Nick’s thigh. When you reached his cock you rubbed him through his pants.

“What-what…”

“Shhh…I got you, babe.” Repositing yourself in the seat to better face Nick. “Let me do this for you, please.” You continued to massage his now hard cock.

You undid his pants and pulled him out. Slowly you began stroking him. A hiss escaped from between his teeth. Pausing for a second, you pulled lotion from your purse and dolloped a small amount in your hand.

Returning to Nick, your hand grasp him firmly. You pumped him slowly while you talked dirty. “You are so big, Nicky. Always make me feel so good when you’re thrusting your huge cock into me.”

“God, Y/N. That…fuck.” Nick drew his bottom lip between his teeth. His grip on the steering wheel was even tighter than it was before. “Damn baby..you-you..just..wait..until…” He started bucking his hips cautiously.

“Yeah. What are you gonna do, hmmm?” Slipping your hand up your skirt, you felt yourself through your panties. “I’m so wet, Papi.” You started stroking him faster and harder.

“Holy fu-…God. I’ll tell you what I’m-” Nick’s voice faltered. He moaned as he found his release.

Grabbing some napkins from the glove compartment, you cleaned him up then tucked him back into his pants.

After you got Nick and the lotion cleaned off your hand, you realized you were in your neighborhood. Nick pulled into the drive and shut off the car.

“You’re the best. You know that right? I am definitely more relaxed.” Nick placed a hand behind your neck and gently pulled you to him for a kiss. “And don’t worry, once we’re inside. Away from prying eyes, you’re gonna get just what you deserve.”