13. Nicky
Chapter thirteen
Nicky
T his day is getting shittier by the minute.
It’s my fucking fault that Booker isn’t here having a meal with his family. All because I can’t keep my hands to myself. He is irresistible. I want to sink into his hold as he sinks into me.
But I’m hurting him.
I saw the flash of hurt in his eyes as I pulled away from him when Kenny came into the room. I saw the annoyed flare of his nostrils when I didn’t take his hand.
I fucked up. The fear of losing another family has my heart in a vice grip.
And sitting here eating dinner with an oblivious Stella, a worried Kenny, and a hostile Reed is not making my day any fucking better.
Just worse.
I know Reed is only fifteen and has feelings about having me suddenly being forced on their family, but I am so over all the snide, hurtful comments. I’m twenty-three. I shouldn’t be letting a teen get to me.
So many thinly veiled comments about Mom and Brian. Stella and Kenny don’t even notice it. Booker is the only one who did.
Another pang hits me right in the heart.
“So, Nicky,” Reed says. Here we go again. “I’m really interested in how your parents celebrated your birthday growing up. I bet they showered you with presents, right?”
He smirks at me.
I sit frozen, staring at him with only two thoughts running through my head.
He heard me talking to Kenny. He really hates me.
I look at Stella, who just looks at me kindly, waiting politely for me to answer. Then I turn to Kenny, who is looking at Reed with a slight frown on his face.
This is what I’m trying to hold on to? When I could be with Booker doing literally anything and be happy.
I stand up so quickly the chair falls over, and I look Reed dead in the eye. “You win.”
“What do you mean?” They look at me, nerves clouding features so similar to mine.
Ignoring him, I turn to Stella and Kenny. “Thank you so much for having me, but I’m leaving.”
“What? But you haven’t finished your meal,” Stella says, frowning.
“No, stay, please, Nicky,” Kenny says, getting up too. He knows what is happening and looks devastated. I fucking hate that I’m going to hurt him too.
“I spent twenty-plus years in a family where I wasn’t wanted. I’m not doing it again, Kenny.” I smile at him sadly, and I walk around the table, pulling him in for a hug. He wraps his arms around me tightly. “We’ll still keep in touch. The two of us can meet up, okay?”
Pulling back, I see a tear escaping down his cheek. “I’m gonna go back to the clubhouse. I’ll leave in the morning after breakfast if you want to say goodbye.”
“Of course I want to say goodbye,” he sniffs. I nod and turn to a bemused Stella.
“I’ll make sure to send you Bron’s mom’s gravy recipe.”
“I don’t understand what’s happening. Why are you leaving?” She looks close to tears now too.
“Goodbye,” I choke out and rush out of the house, ignoring the sound of a sob as I shut the front door and head to my bike.
The ride to the clubhouse goes by in a blur of half-formed thoughts and sadness. I know I did the right thing, though. My parents hurt me so fucking much, and I know Reed is just a kid, but he’s hurting me. And I have enough self-worth that I am not going to spend time with someone who makes me feel shitty about myself. That is never happening again.
I can get an apartment close by. I know I saw a cute house for sale, two towns over as I was driving in. Only an hour’s drive. Kenny could do that easily.
So could Booker.
I run up the steps to the clubhouse and crash through the doors, immediately scanning the room for the one face I want to see.
“You didn’t need a DNA test to prove you're Kenny’s kid. You walk through doors just like him,” Mac grumbles from the bar.
“Where’s Booker?” I ask him, sounding desperate even to me.
“He went up to his room as soon as you left,” Toni says, handing Mac a fresh beer.
With a quick thanks, I rush through the bar to the stairs. By the time I’m outside his door, I’m panting.
“Who the fuck is knocking so loudly?” Just the sound of his voice makes my fucking heart swell. “I told you all that I wanted to watch Grey's Anatomy and sulk.”
I don’t say anything, just knock again. His bed creaks, and then a few seconds later the door is swinging open, and a nearly naked Booker is standing there looking like all the wet dreams I’ve ever had rolled into one.
So.
Much.
Skin.
“I have eyes, you know,” Booker grumbles, crossing his arms. Shit. I just can’t seem to stop fucking up today.
“I love your eyes,” I say, wanting to just dive into the deep brown pools. “Can I come in and talk?”
“No.” he says simply.
“No?”
“No. Not tonight. Tonight I am going to drink hot chocolate and watch Meredith Grey boss bitch her way through life. If you want to talk, it can wait until tomorrow after work.” He goes to shut the door, but I shoot a hand out to stop him.
“I’m leaving tomorrow after breakfast.”
He opens the door back up. “For how long?”
“I know I’ve been an absolute dick, but can I please come in and talk?” He looks like he’s wavering. Time to pull out the big guns. “Please, Dimples.”
“Fine,” he leaves the door open for me as he turns around and walks back into his room, leaving me to follow him. He sits on the edge of the bed and just looks at me expectantly.
“I’m leaving for good.”
His face hardens, and he stands up, moving toward me like a lion stalking its prey. He’s so fucking beautiful. I am gone for this man. His arms come to either side of my head as he crowds me up against the wall.
“You are not leaving.”
“I am, but I’m not going far.”
“Explain.” Those beautiful eyes storm with emotion.
“Reed hates me. I can’t be in another family where I’m not wanted. He was trying to hurt me, and I got this realization that I am missing out on being with a really great guy for something that was causing me harm. So I’m going to check into a hotel over in Humberton and look into buying a house there. It’s only an hour away, so I can still see Kenny and have a relationship with him.” I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “And with you. If you want me.”
His face gave nothing away. “What kind of relationship?”
“The boyfriend kind.” I whisper. His face softens, and I literally sigh at the sight of his dimples. I’m going to come on them one day. Feel those sexy dimples to the brim. And then lick it off.
“I would definitely take you in that way,” he says, before I have the chance to say anything else. His lips descend and are finally on mine. I sink into his kiss. Hands going to his hips, pulling him towards me so he can feel my hard cock.
“You mean that?” I say. Gasping for air as I pull away from his lips. “After all the shit I’ve put you through these last couple of weeks?”
“I’ve hardly been an angel myself. I’ve been telling you how I will wait until you’re ready, and then I pushed you to be in a relationship.” Booker rests his head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Nicky.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m the sorry one for giving you so many mixed signals.”
“How about we just accept that we’re both sorry and move on?” Booker presses a kiss to my throat as his hands slowly work their way down to my ass. “And get to the makeup sex part.”
I drop to my knees and start unbuttoning his jeans.
No need to tell me twice.
“What are you doing?” Booker says, placing his hand over mine, stopping me.
“Freeing your cock so I can suck you. ”
“I need in your ass, Nicky. I need to cum in you.”
“You will. You’re going to come down my throat, and then you’re gonna fuck me bare and come in my ass. I’m going to be so full of you and I can’t fucking wait.”
He stares at me, speechless, but lets me into his pants. I take it all in. I didn’t get to suck him the first time we were together. He has a perfect cock. Average length and extra girthy. I can’t wait to be stretched out on it.
A bead of precome beads at his slit. Leaning forward, I lick it off, savoring the taste that bursts onto my tongue. Delicious. I need more. I wrap my lips around Booker’s thick shaft and start sucking like my life depends on it.
Because I think it actually does.
I will die if I don’t get more of Booker’s taste. Grabbing the backs of his thighs as leverage, I go to town, sucking and slurping. I finally look up at him through my lashes, and the sight causes my own rock hard cock to twitch. The lust in Booker’s eyes is unrivaled to anything I’ve seen before. This man wants me. Only me. I try to smirk, but honestly, I can barely open my mouth wide enough to fit him in.
His breath hitches, and he runs a hand through my hair, grabbing it and forcing my head up.
“I am about thirty seconds from unloading into your pretty mouth,” he smirks at me. “Get ready to swallow, Nipples.”
Fuck yes.
I suck him so fucking hard, my jaw is going to ache for a week. Worth it.
Hot cum pours down my throat and out the corners of my mouth as he groans out my name like a prayer.
As soon as he’s done, Booker slips from my mouth and drops to the floor in front of me. He grabs the sides of my face and starts licking the cum that escaped down my chin. I surge forward once he’s done and claim his mouth like he just claimed mine.
“Nicky, I don’t think you realize how fucking sexy that was. I need you naked and on that bed. Now.”
Of course, I scramble to my feet to get bare for him.
Coming here to see him, I hoped that he would hear me out, and I was fully prepared to leave here heartbroken. Instead, I have a belly full of my stepbrother's cum, and my ass is next.
I’m the happiest man in the world.