Locked In Tight

Locked In Tight
Kayla’s POV

The drive home was quiet but comfortable. Nathan’s hand rested on my thigh the entire way, his thumb occasionally brushing gentle circles against my skin. When we finally pulled into the apartment garage, it was already a few minutes past nine.

We carried the containers of food upstairs together. The moment we stepped inside, I headed straight for the kitchen.

“I’ll put these away,” I said, opening the freezer.

The containers from Eleanor were neatly packed with lasagna, grilled chicken, roasted vegetables, and even a small container of homemade chocolate cake. 

I smiled as I arranged them carefully, making space so nothing would get crushed. It felt strangely domestic…stocking our freezer with food from his mother like we were a real married couple.

Well…we are.

Nathan came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to the side of my neck.

“Thank you for today,” he murmured. “For giving my parents a chance.”

I leaned back into him. “They were wonderful. I didn’t expect that. And, I would love for you to meet Caden’s godmother downtown…she's been very helpful over the past few years,” I added, remembering the sweet old lady who dotes on Caden like he's her biological grandchild.

Before he could reply, his phone rang sharply from the living room. He sighed but went to answer it, giving me a rushed ‘of course. Anything for you, baby.’ 

I could hear his voice drop into that serious, professional tone.

“Yes…When? Alright. I’ll be there in twenty.”

He came back into the kitchen looking apologetic, already loosening his tie.

“There’s been a break in this big case we’ve been working on for months. I have to go in. I’m sorry, baby.”

I turned and cupped his face gently. “It’s okay. Just be careful. And please don’t come back with another bullet hole. I mean it.”

He chuckled softly and leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. “Yes, ma’am.”

He changed quickly in the bedroom…swapping his casual clothes for a dark shirt and jeans, clipping his badge to his belt and grabbing his gun from the safe. Before he left, he pulled me in for one more kiss, this one deeper and slower.

“I’ll try not to be too late,” he whispered against my lips.

Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

The apartment felt suddenly quieter without him. 

I walked around the house, looking at the framed pictures and taking in the entire space.

It really looks like a complete home now.

Sometime later, I took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away the stress of the day. 

I slipped into a soft, silky nightie…pale blue with thin straps…and climbed into bed with my favorite book, the one I’d been trying to finish for weeks.

At first, I was fully immersed. The words pulled me in. But as the clock ticked closer to midnight, my eyelids grew heavier. 

I kept glancing at the empty side of the bed, waiting for the sound of the front door.

Come home soon, I thought.

I fought to stay awake, rereading the same paragraph three times. 

The book eventually slipped from my fingers. My eyes fluttered shut, and sleep finally pulled me under.



Nathan’s POV

The interrogation dragged on longer than I wanted. 

One of the key members of the drug cartel we’d been tracking for months had finally been caught. 

Interrogation was my specialty, so they called me in despite me being on leave.

I was restless the entire time, checking my watch every few minutes, my mind drifting back to Kayla. I just wanted to go home to my wife. Is that too much to ask?

The suspect laughed in our faces at first, mocking us, refusing to give up names or locations. 

I lost patience after the third round of his bullshit. I grabbed him by the collar, slammed him against the wall, and applied just enough pressure on his pressure points to make him realize I wasn’t playing games. 

It took hours, but he finally broke…spilling names, hideouts, everything.

By the time the team was gearing up to raid the locations, I was in the bathroom washing blood off my knuckles.

“You're not coming, Captain?” one of the guys asked.

I shook my head. “I’m still on leave. Besides, my wife said I shouldn’t come back with any new injuries. I’m going home.”

They started teasing immediately.

“Whipped!”

“Our captain’s a goner!”

I grinned proudly as I dried my hands. “Go get married and see if you’ll still want to chase criminals when you could be chasing your wife in the bedroom instead.”

The room erupted in “Oooooh!” and laughter.

“Handle the op, Felix,” I told my second-in-command. “Keep me updated, but only if it’s critical.”

Minutes later, I got into my car and zoomed off, heart already lighter knowing I was heading home to her.



The apartment was dark and quiet when I got back. 

I closed the door softly and exhaled, a deep sense of peace settling over me.

This is what it feels like to come home to a wife.

I stood there for a moment, just soaking it in. Today has gone better than I could’ve imagined. Did I mention that I've taken care of Angela for what she did today? Oh yes. Just a few calls and she's out of our lives for good.

Kayla had finally accepted me. My parents loved her. Caden would be coming home soon. Everything was falling into place.

I showered quickly, dried off, and pulled on a pair of black shorts. 

When I entered the bedroom, the sight that greeted me made my chest tighten with warmth.

Kayla was fast asleep on her side, one arm curled under her pillow, the other resting on the open book beside her. She looked so peaceful in her soft blue nightie, hair spread across the pillow like silk.

I smiled and gently took the book from her fingers, setting it on the nightstand. Then I slid into bed and cradled her close, pulling her back against my chest. I pressed a simple, innocent kiss to her forehead.

Her eyes fluttered open.

“Nathan?” she whispered sleepily, voice soft and husky. “How did it go? Are you hurt?”

“No, baby. It went well. Just had to talk to a bad guy.” I kissed her cheek.

She nestled closer, wrapping her arm around me. The moment her soft body pressed against mine, my dick hardened instantly.

What the hell is wrong with me? I thought, cursing under my breath. I’d already had her three times today, yet I still wanted more.

I kissed her cheek again, intending it to be a goodnight kiss. 

But then my lips found her neck… then her jaw… then the corner of her mouth. What started as something sweet quickly turned hungry.

Kayla moaned softly, turning in my arms to face me. 

Her hands slid up my chest as she kissed me back, slow and deep. 

She pushed me onto my back and straddled me, her nightie riding up her thighs. She kissed me like she was starving for me, grinding slowly against my hard cock through the thin fabric.

I couldn’t wait anymore.

I flipped us, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. “I need you,” I growled against her lips.