Chapter 20
20
Nick
W hen I got back to my apartment, I spotted someone sitting on the steps leading up to my apartment. My inner sex beast got real happy, so there was no question who it was.
I walked over slowly, trying to catch my breath. I was a sweaty mess at this point, having run for what felt like hours, but was probably barely thirty minutes.
“Hey,” I said.
She looked up at me. She was wearing jeans and a blue hoodie. No makeup and her hair pulled back in a pony tail. She looked so fucking young. Too fucking young for someone as old as I felt sometimes. But it was too late. She was mine. I was hers.
Game. Set. Match.
“Hey,” she smiled like she was nervous and happy to see me at the same time. Which was exactly how I felt. “I thought we shouldn’t wait to talk on Monday. Because then it’s work.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to fire me?”
“What? Fuck no. I mean…do you want me to? Should I? Because now we’re…”
“Now we’re what?” she asked, like she needed me to tell her. I got that, she deserved that. She’d been so brave our entire lives together, laying claim to me when I’d had no one who cared.
I braced my hands on the railing and leaned down, bumping her nose with mine. She squealed as some sweat dripped on her cheek.
“Nora Barnes, would you like to go, with me, to a hockey game? I know someone who plays for the Bruisers who can hook us up with tickets.”
She smiled. “You mean like a date?”
“I absolutely mean a date. With me.”
Her lips twisted like she was considering it. “I don’t know. What would a date with you look like?”
“Let’s see. There will be popcorn sharing.”
“Nice,” she nodded. “I like a sharer.”
“Handholding, because I won’t want to lose you in the crowd.”
“Good point. I don’t like getting lost.”
“And at the end of the night…”
“A kiss?”
I shook my head and she frowned for comedic affect.
“Not on a first date-”
“I think we’re past that,” she huffed.
“On our first date, I will fuck you stupid.”
She shrugged her shoulders up around her ears. “That’s so romantic.”
“I try,” I chuckled. “So what’s your answer, Nora Barnes. Will you date me?”
“Nick Renard, I will. With one stipulation,” she said. “We really should keep it on the down low…just until we see how things go. If Mom and Dad find out, or anyone in town, really, they’ll make a huge deal of it and I don’t think we’re ready for a huge deal.”
I was never ready for a huge deal, but having come to grips with how I felt for Nora, I wasn’t interested in hiding them. I wanted to tell everyone I saw that this beautiful, strong, funny, special woman was mine. The sex beast wanted to cover her in hickeys and my scent and parade her around town.
But if she needed time and privacy, I would give it to her.
“Agreed. We’ll tell no one…except, well, Wyatt and Liam know. Sorry about that.”
“No, that’s okay. I told you, it’s a good thing to have brothers you can talk to. If Charlie weren’t at school, I’d probably be telling her everything too.”
“Would you tell her about how you smashed your pussy against my tongue until you came and then nearly fainted on top of me?” I whispered in her ear.
I pressed a finger to the blush creeping up over her cheeks. “You put a finger in my butt, Nick,” she whispered back.
“You liked it, Nora,” I wiggled my eyebrows at her. “I’ve been jogging to work off some steam, so I need to take a shower.”
“Okay.”
“I get lonely sometimes when I shower,” I said, in case I wasn’t being totally obvious. My sex beast rumbled and my dick got hard.
“That’s sad. Maybe you would like some company?”
“Company sounds nice. But I’m warning you, it’s a small shower so we might have to squeeze together.”
“A girl’s gotta do, what a girl’s gotta do.” She stood and turned, her tight little ass swaying as she went up the stairs. “Guess we’ll just have to see if we can make it fit.”
“Oh, it will fit. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Not here,” I said, kissing my way along her neck. She was soaked under the spray of water. I was teasing myself and her with nothing but gentle touches and kisses. Softness and sweet words as we showered together. Enjoying her slick naked skin against mine. Only she was getting impatient and she kept reaching for my dick.
I pulled her hand away and pinned her against the shower wall. She lifted her leg up and around my waist. The blatant invitation was mind scrambling. One pump of my hips and I’d be up inside her tight wet heat.
“Come on, Nick,” she said. “I want you inside so bad.”
“Not here,” I repeated, although it was getting harder to hold out against her.
“Why not?”
“Because I think this is going to get a little rough and we need a bed.” With more willpower than I knew I had, I pulled away from her. I shut off the water and pushed the glass door aside. I wrapped both arms around her waist and lifted her wet body out of the shower and onto the bathmat. She was warm and sleek and slippery under my hands. All my towels were too rough. She needed something soft and plush and all I had was utilitarian and boring.
“Listen to me,” I said softly into her ear, drying her spine with one of my substandard towels. “Last night…I was different with you.”
She traced the flame tattoo on my forearm, while I rubbed the towel down her thighs, over her ass. Fuck, she was beautiful. Perfect. Everything I could ever want in a woman. Like she was designed specifically for me and I’d just been waiting for her all this time.
“Different how?” she asked and rolled her head against my shoulder, her ass against my cock. I dropped the towel and tugged on her nipples, which were tight and hard. Perfect pink buds begging for more.
“Aggressive,” was the word I landed on. “I felt a little unleashed.”
She turned in my arms, pressing those tight nipples into my chest, her belly up against my erection. She traced the tattoo on my chest, the one above my heart, a bird and a whisk entwined in a single design, with the date of my adoption. Julian and Mads names were added underneath when they were born. My family by choice.
“That’s because when you’re with me, you are who you truly are. No mask. No lies.”
“And you…like that?”
She nodded. “I like everything about you, Nick. Rough and gentle. Quiet and loud. Grumpy and sweet. Silly and –” I kissed her. I kissed her until she was gasping, up on her tip toes, her arms around my neck.
“Birth control?” I whispered into her mouth.
“Pill.”
“Condoms?”
“No,” she whispered. “Not between us.”
I pressed my forehead against hers and took the leash off everything I wanted. “You’re going to take my cum like a good girl.”
Her body shivered. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
I let out a slow breath and walked her backwards to my bedroom, kissing her until we hit the bed.
“Nick,” she breathed.
“Get on the bed,” I told her. And she lay back, her arms above her head. I stroked my cock and she arched her back. The most seductive smile ever to be smiled on her face and I felt my control leap nearly out of my hands.
“On your stomach,” I said and she rolled over, her thighs slipping against each other. “Up,” I said and put my hand on her hip bone, lifting her onto all fours. She was so revealed to me this way. So trusting.
“I won’t hurt you,” I said.
“I know,” she whispered, her head bowed against the bed.
“I would never hurt you.” I ran my hand down her spine, over the perfect curve of her ass, and she reached back and grabbed it. Her eyes on mine.
“I know, Nicky,” she said. She knew what I was scared of, the way my father’s blood ran in my veins. What she didn’t know, what I barely understood, was how much I felt for her. How friendship had kept the locks on this beast and now I wanted everything. All of her.
I nodded and she let go of my hand, trusting me to take care of her. To make her feel good. To make all the pain I’d put her through, worth something.
“You wet enough for me, baby?” I slid my middle finger into her pussy from behind and her head fell back on the mattress. “You’re slick, but I want you hotter, baby. Let’s see if we can find that…”
Another finger, a careful turn of my wrist, the stroke of my fingers against that special place on the other side of her clit.
She stiffened like she’d been electrocuted
“Oh! Nick! What is that?”
“Never had this?” I asked, using my finger tip to push against her G-spot again. She gasped again, then groaned when I started making strong circles.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
I slipped my finger from her and brought it between my lips. Her flavor was my new favorite thing.
“Nick! Shit! Do it again. I was so close.”
“Hmm,” I said, getting off the bed. Opening the night stand, I took out the bottle of lube. “Watch me.”
Waiting until she had her glazed eyes on me, I poured some lube onto my palm and stroked my cock with it. “Let’s see if I can hit it with my cock.”
She bit her bottom lip between her teeth and I knew she was thinking about sucking me off again. Just like I was thinking of sliding face first between her legs. But we had time for it all. And if I didn’t get inside her soon, I was going to explode.
I knelt on the bed, took her tiny waist between my hands, and notched my cock against her entrance. “This is the first time I’m going to fuck you. First fucking time and I already know it’s going to be perfect.”
I pushed the round head of my erection inside her, let her feel the pressure of it.
“Nick! Please! I’m dying, I’m dying,” she was pushing up against me, trying to get more. Greedy. So greedy, my girl.
With a hard snap of my hips, I slid deep inside her pussy. The lube and her slick heat made for an easy entry. The trick to hitting a woman’s G-spot with a cock was the angle. I pushed her ass into exactly the height I needed her.
“OHMYGOD!”
Over and over with quick snaps, I nailed her. She was trembling beneath me. The walls of that perfect pussy squeezing me like a fist. She was getting close. “You getting there that fast? This was just supposed to be for me. Take my fucking edge off, because I plan to fuck this pussy all night long, Nora. Long and slow, hard and fucking fast.”
She was making some keening sound I’d never heard any woman make, and it only made me want to fuck her harder. “You comin’ for me, baby girl? Yeah, you are. You’re squeezing me real tight.”
She collapsed against the mattress, flat like a pancake, but I stayed inside her, sliding my cock inside the sweetest pussy I’d ever known. My balls got tight and I slammed my hips against her ass.
“Take it, take it all,” I growled as I exploded inside her. Another thrust, another. It was all so good.
The orgasm rolled over me and the sex beast inside me howled until I collapsed against her back.
“You’re squishing me,” she muttered.
“The sex beast doesn’t care,” I said. I traced patterns over the tops of her hands which were stretched out across the bed.
Her head turned and she stared at me through her messy hair. “Sex beast?”
Shit. Had I said that out loud? “Yeah, forget I said that.” Carefully, I slid out of her, my whole body suddenly cold without her heat around my dick. I put a hand on the small of her back. “Stay there, and I’ll get a washcloth to clean you up.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you think I can still move?”
I laughed and left the bed. I made a trip to the kitchen to fill up two glasses with ice and water. I gulped down my own and filled it back up again. It was Sunday afternoon. Neither one of us needed to work. I wasn’t letting her out of my bed until I had to.
On the way back to the bedroom, I stopped and got a washcloth that I soaked in cold water. The sight of her laid out flat on my bed, her cheek resting against my pillow, hit me right in the gut.
Was this the freak out I’d been waiting for? All my childhood bullshit was going to rear up and ruin this for me? I rubbed that spot on my chest where it hurt the most, right between my ribs, and I realized it wasn’t a freak out. Not at all.
She was beautiful and I was just lucky, and there was nothing to freak out about.
I pressed the cloth between her thighs and she sighed with pleasure.
“Oooh, that feels good,” she said, lifting her hips so I could get the cold cloth against her clit.
“Was I too rough?” I asked.
“No,” she laughed like the idea was preposterous. “You’re just big.”
I could not control the blush that roared up over my chest.
“Here, I brought you some ice water too.”
She rolled over onto her back and propped herself up on one hand. Her tits were so gorgeous. She took the water from my hand, gulping it down like I had.
“I think this is called aftercare,” I ran a finger down the center of her chest, between her breasts, then traced each rib under the skin.
“You know you didn’t hurt me, right?”
My eyes met hers. There was no trace of regret. No trace of uncertainty. But there never was with Nora.
“I wasn’t gentle with you,” I confessed. “I don’t know why I’m not more gentle with you.”
She handed me the empty glass back, the cubes rattling. “Nick, what do you think you’re doing now? You’re good. Now come cuddle me.”
She opened her arms and I was helpless to resist. I set the glass down and crawled up her body to rest my cheek on her plump boob.
“Hmm,” she sighed, scratching the back of my neck in that way I liked.
“I feel like…” My breath caught. A swell of emotion stuck in my chest, I thought my voice might crack.
She squeezed me harder. “You’re okay, Nicky. I’ve got you.”
“Where are you going?” I asked, my head popping off the pillow as soon as I felt her shift off the bed. The last time, she’d just been getting up to use the bathroom, but I knew the sun had already set and my time was running out.
We’d spent the day in bed, fucking, snacking, talking shit. I’d never been as naked in my life as I was sitting on my bed with her.
“I have to go home,” she said quietly. “We talked about this.”
We had. She’d explained in very rational terms, why it made sense to keep us a secret. From the town. From her parents. From my parents. Although, when they got back from California, I didn’t know how that was going to be possible.
Both Antony and Birdie knew me too well. They would see it in my face.
That I was different. Changed.
I reached out and grabbed her wrist, not letting her finish putting on her bra.
“Stay,” I said. I thought very authoritatively. “We’ll deal with the fallout. I don’t care.”
“I do,” she said and sat back down on the bed. “It felt like everyone in the world knew about my life a few months ago. And everyone had an opinion and something they felt they needed to say to me.”
“I’m not Rene.”
“Of course not, I’m not saying you are. I’m saying, having people know really private information and passing all kind of judgement about that information – sucks. It really really sucks.”
Of course. This wasn’t about me. It was about her.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “You’re right.”
“It’s not that I’m ashamed. Or that I don’t want to get back in this bed with you. But I just want us to be private for a little bit. Once my parents know…”
“Roy’s not going to like this.”
She laughed and stroked my hair back. “He will start asking about your intentions and none of us are ready for that.”
I was. But now was not the time. She wanted privacy. She wanted time. I’d give her everything she needed.
“You’re right,” I said and I kissed her hand. “Go on. I’ll be your dirty little secret for as long as you like.” I leaned back against the pillows, putting my arms behind my head, shamelessly flexing all my muscles.
She groaned.
“I’ll just…” I reached under the sheets, cupping my actually exhausted dick in my hands. “Be here waiting for you when you want to come over and use me.”
“You’re the devil,” she said. She put on her hoodie and tried to make her hair right. There was no making that hair right. It was properly fucked hair. She pulled the hood up and blew me a kiss. “See you tomorrow, boss.”
“Oh my God,” I groaned. “The things I’m going to do to you in that office…”
Her laughter was cut off by the sound of the door closing, and I collapsed in bed, wondering if this haze of sex and happiness was going to wear off. Sore and exhausted, but still buzzing from Nora, I got out of bed and padded into the kitchen, looking for some food.
My phone buzzed and I realized I hadn’t checked it at all today. I unplugged it and keyed in my pin. The first thing that came up was my app with the video Nora had made. The smile on her face was pure sin and the look on mine as I watched her…I was a fucking goner.
It took a few seconds to close out of the app. I’d never been on this page. I clicked a couple of red buttons and I was finally out. I ordered a pizza and sent Nora a text.
Me: Miss you already.
All in all, it was the best day of my life.