Chapter 5
5
Kristie
N ick looks grumpy and a little mad, to be honest. He was efficient, and able to grab a first aid kit from the venue staff before bringing me to a private restroom.
It’s a luxe one within the hotel, and not at all gross or disgusting.
Instead, the space is divided into two parts: a small, carpeted women’s lounge, outfitted with a mirror, vanity table, stool and a small couch, and then the facilities in the space beyond.
Heavy damask covers the walls, and there are luxe curtain swags as well, although no actual windows.
A chandelier glints overhead as the handsome physician tends to my knee.
“There,” Nick growls low in his chest, eyes fixed on the white bandage pasted to my limb.
“That’ll help stanch the bleeding for now, but remove the dressing once a day, and rinse it with warm water. It’ll heal on its own. You’re lucky you don’t need stitches.”
I nod, my heart fluttering in my chest.
“Thanks Nick,” I say in an almost-whisper.
“I really appreciate your help.”
He nods curtly, still avoiding my eyes.
“Show me your hands. Are you injured?”
I hold my hands out, palms uplifted, and sure enough, they’re scratched and bloody, with some small rocks embedded in the skin.
He growls with displeasure.
“Go wash your hands in some warm water, and then I’ll clean that up for you,” he rasps.
“Go on. There’s a sink in the other room.”
Slowly, I get to my feet, totally aware of the alpha male’s presence.
After all, this is a tiny space, and Nick is huge.
Is it possible he’s even bigger than before?
His broad shoulders resemble boulders, and his chest is wide as well as massive.
Long legs are encased in suit pants, but that can’t hide the fact that his thighs are thick and powerful, his calves toned like a man who does manual labor for a living.
I suppose he’s on his feet in the ER, but still.
This is clearly the physique of a man who works out.
Yet there’s something in those blue eyes.
I can feel it. His azure gaze is stormy and yet magical at once, and my heart lodges in my throat.
I’ve never gotten over Nick Bradley, despite avoiding him for two years.
Thoughts of him continue to haunt my memory, making me come awake at night, panting and gasping his name.
But he doesn’t know about my pathetic longings, and I give myself a talking to while washing my hands.
This man thinks you’re a slut , the voice in my head whispers.
He believes you hooked up with his dad, when you did no such thing.
Not only that, but he never gave you a chance to explain.
Of course. Nick Bradley is an arrogant asshole, and I was a fool to forget it.
Slowly, I return from the sink, my hands still damp.
“Sit,” Nick barks, gesturing to the stool in front of the vanity.
“Let me see.”
I sit once more, cursing the betrayal of my body.
My nipples feel taut and my breasts heavy and achy.
There’s a low pulsing in my pelvis and my thighs are already damp with need.
It’s him . Merely being in his proximity arouses me, despite my mind’s warning.
What can I do? My curves long for this man with every ounce of my soul, and yet my brain is screaming like a five alarm fire.
Even worse, Nick hasn’t said anything remotely kind or romantic.
He’s only been civil, and acted the way a doctor should when confronted with an injured patient.
Plus, he’s still avoiding my gaze.
He kneels before me, big fists on my wrists to turn my palms towards him.
The scratches are relatively light and form pink dots on my skin.
“You’re fine,” he growls.
“No treatment’s needed here. Just don’t do anything crazy using your hands, obviously.”
I smile at his bended head, despite myself.
“You mean, no games of tug of war? I was thinking about getting myself some good rope burn,” is my playful murmur.
His head jerks up, and for the first time, our eyes fully meet.
The sizzle is immediate as we stare at one another, the connection intense.
“Don’t fuck around,” Nick warns in an unsteady voice.
“I’m not fucking kidding when I say stay off your hands. Now where else does it hurt? I’ll take a look.”
Something comes over me then, and it’s because of the electricity in the air between us.
My pulse is thrumming through my veins and my body heats.
I’ve wanted this man for two years , and he’s finally here with me, alone in a room.
I can’t resist the temptation and I smile coyly once more.
“It hurts on my thighs,” I murmur, spreading my knees just a bit as Nick kneels before me.
“I think I twisted something.”
His big body is completely still, and the air vibrates between us.
What is he thinking?
He must know this is a ploy to get his hands on me.
But then Nick moves, his chin jerking slightly.
“Where on your thighs?” comes his deep voice.
I spread my legs even wider, the hem of my pink dress riding up.
“Up here,” I invite in a whisper, waiting for his touch.
“Help me, doctor.”
Nick’s still for another moment as my pulse pounds in my ears.
Oh my god, have I totally humiliated myself?
If he gets up and leaves, I’m going to melt into a heap of embarrassment.
Heck, if the Earth opens up and swallows me at this very moment, I wouldn’t mind.
But the alpha male wants me too, and he takes the bait.
His big hands settle on my knees, gently pushing them even wider.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he rasps in a low voice, his dark head still bent.
“I’ll stop if it does.”
Then, those huge, warm palms begin sliding up the insides of my thighs.
I mewl helplessly because it feels so good.
His touch is magical, and goose bumps break out because I’ve wanted him for so long, and it’s finally happening.
He’s here, and we’re together.
“Here?” he asks hoarsely, looking up at me for a moment.
His hands are midway up my thighs now, my pink skirt pushed up so far that my pussy almost shows.
Almost, but not quite.
“Further,” I whisper, breasts trembling as the huge man nods.
Then, his hands slide up even higher so that the material of the skirt is bunched up around my hips as the outline of my bare cunt peeks out from beneath the hem.
“Fuck baby,” Nick rasps, those blue eyes glued to the glistening lips.
“You didn’t wear panties today. What a bad girl.”
My heart’s beating so hard that it feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest.
“No, I didn’t,” I mewl.
“But it’s for you, Daddy. It aches there, and I need you to take care of it.”
Nick can’t tear his eyes from my swollen folds.
One thumb reaches out and he gently caresses my clit, niggling the sensitive bud as I let out a pleasured gasp.
“Do you need me to kiss it better?”
I nod slightly, biting my lip.
“Yes, Doctor. Please do.”
Nick’s silent and unmoving for another moment, the tip of his thumb rubbing lazy circles around my clit as he watches the aroused reaction of my body.
But then he lets out a low growl and dips his head before plundering the moist folds of my pussy.
His tongue is out as he laves between my legs, tasting the nectar of my cunt while moaning with hunger.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
“It’s even sweeter than I remember.”
What’s sweeter?
Is he talking about my pussy juices?
Oh my god, he must be, and in reaction, my cunt gushes once more, flooding his mouth with another dose of honey.
“Yes!” I manage in a reedy voice, my head falling back as my eyes close.
“Right there, Doctor. Mmm, yes! It feels so good!”
Nick merely sucks hard on my clit before lapping at the tender nub.
“I’ve dreamed of you, Kristie,” he moans.
“So much and now you’re finally here. Oh fuck, baby, I need you.”
I’m insensate already.
It’s only been a few moments, and yet I’ve given myself fully to this man once more.
The world has shrunk until there’s nothing left except his hands, his mouth, his tongue, and his incredible caresses to my most vulnerable spots.
“Mmm!” I gasp again as he bites my clit before soothing the sting with a rub of his tongue along the underside.
“Oh my god!”
Nick chuckles low in his chest.
“You like that, sweet girl? I remember how you had such a filthy cunt, and how only Daddy’s hard fucks could make the ache go away.”
Oh my god, he’s alluding to our sensual time together two years ago, and the truth is that that encounter’s never left my mind either.
“Yes, I need it,” I cry out, my hands tunneling through his hair.
“I need you to pound my pussy, Daddy! Make it feel good! Mmm!”
Nick doesn’t lose any time because we’re both so desperate.
He tongue-kisses my twat once more, making me squeal, before pulling away and releasing the beast. His cock bounces out, nine inches of pure fuck power, and the air whooshes out of my lungs.
I’ve dreamed of seeing him like this, that club pulsing and aroused, almost angrily red with desire.
Veins snake along his length, and his balls are already high and tight against his groin, ready to explode.
But there’s no time to say anything because we’re both so desperate.
Within seconds, Nick has his club notched at my sweet opening, and he thrusts forward.
“Oh!” I gasp. “Ohhhhh!”
After all, the alpha male is relentless.
With a forceful jerk, I’m impaled on that huge monster, every inch of him buried in my sopping cunt.
“You’re so tight,” my stepbrother moans hoarsely before dipping his head down to suck at one of my taut nipples.
“Oh fuck. I’ve needed this for so long.”
The incredible fullness in my twat is almost unbearable, and I cling to his broad shoulders as my body tries to adjust.
“Oh,” is my faint mewl.
“Oh my god.”
Nick captures my mouth for a passionate kiss, holding still as I squirm uncomfortably around the huge club buried in my most sensitive spot.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a low voice, his breath warm on my cheek.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Kristie.”
This time, it’s me who captures his lips with my own before looking into those blue eyes.
His cobalt gaze is almost glowing, and a rush of adoration fills my heart.
“You could never hurt me, Nick. I want this,” I whisper as he clasps my curves close.
He’s still for another moment, but then surges into motion.
Lifting me by my round ass, Nick stands with my pussy still wrapped around his dick and strides over to the small couch before dropping us both on the seat.
Then, he begins to move between my legs, that huge shaft penetrating my small twat as I moan in agonizing pleasure.
“Yes,” I cry out. “Mmm, yes!”
“Oh fuck,” he rasps, his huge body moving like an unstoppable wave.
“You’re so tight and sweet, baby, and you’re gushing like a waterfall. You look so beautiful.”
I think what he means is that I look utterly slutty because the top of my dress has fallen away, and my big breasts are bouncing in time to his furious fucks, the white orbs like giant sacks of cream.
“Yes, take my body,” I mewl again, looking up at him with lust in my eyes.
“Use it to make yourself feel good, Nick. Trash my cunt. Fill it with your cream because it belongs to you.”
The answering gleam in that cobalt gaze is undeniable.
He pauses for a moment, and then the fucking becomes even more frenzied.
His hips pound like an automaton, driving me up into the arm rest, and I cry out again because the possession feels so good!
How did I live without this man?
How did I survive for two years without his touch?
The flames are so high and hot, in fact, that we both reach our peaks far too soon.
I feel it coming and my juices thicken with need, my cunt swelling even further.
“Yes, baby,” Nick rasps.
“Come for me. Let me feel your pussy ripple along my cock.”
I scream out his name then as my vision goes blindingly white.
“Nick!” is my agonized cry.
“Mmmm, yes! Ohhhh!”
Hot jolts of lightning seize my pussy, causing it to clamp in pleasurable bursts.
A flood of nectar courses down his shaft, lubing up his frenzied movements and driving him even further up the peak.
“Yes, baby,” he moans in return.
“Almost there, almost there ... oh SHIT!”
Then, his dick jerks inside me as powerful sprays of semen douse my interior.
It feels so good and I moan, almost coming again from the intimacy of the situation.
“Yesss,” I hiss. “Mmm, yes, fill me up.”
Nick doesn’t hear because he’s moaning as his cock spurts wildly, his come shoot pulsing with the force of his climax.
“Oh fuck,” he bites out, that massive chest covered in a sheen of sweat as his six pack flexes.
“Goddamn.”
But then, panic sets in his eyes.
“Oh shit!” he screams. “We’re not using protection!”
He pulls out immediately but it’s far too late.
The majority of his load is already inside me, thick and creamy, and even as he pulls back, the tip of his dick is connected to my intimate spot by a long string of gooey spunk.
Hell, he’s still coming, and hot spurts of semen jet onto my thighs as he screams again.
“Shit!” he shouts, looking down at our bodies with unadulterated terror.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill.”
I shake my head, biting my lip, panting from the sheer pleasure I just experienced.
“No, I’m not, but it’s fine,” I say quickly.
“It’s not that time of the month for me. I mean, not “time of the month” as in my period, but a woman’s fertile only for a few days each month.
I’m not there.”
Nick’s breathing hard, his handsome expression frozen as he stares at his dick.
It’s still oozing cum, the glimmering liquid virile and thick.
“Oh god, I hope you’re right,” he rasps.
“Fuck fuck fuck, what have I done?”
I sit up then, taking his handsome mien between my hands.
“Nick, it’s not the end of the world,” I murmur.
“I wanted this, and besides, I’m not fertile at the moment. It’s fine. It’s going to be fine.”
But he’s still panicked, reaching to yank up his pants.
“I’ll get you some Plan B,” he babbles.
“Where’s the nearest drugstore? Fuck fuck fuck!”
It’s almost insulting how frenzied the alpha male is, but I get it because we’re not in a relationship.
He doesn’t know that I’ve yearned for him for two years straight, and how I’ve lost multiple nights of sleep to this man.
Hell, maybe my stepbrother hates my guts.
It’s very likely, seeing that we parted on bad terms last time.
“It’s fine,” I try again, already feeling a little defeated.
I reach for a tissue and dab gently at the mess on my thighs.
To be honest, I love having his semen on me and in me, a reminder of our intense coupling.
But now the real world has intruded, and I have to be cognizant of the situation.
Clearly, Nick’s freaking out, and it’s beginning to freak me out too.
“It’s fine,” I say in a firm, even tone, shooting him a look while pulling my skirt down and straightening the top to cover my breasts.
“We’ll be fine, Nick. I promise.”
But the alpha male’s panic is building, and he rises to his full height in the small room, glowering down at me.
“You may be fine, but I’m not,” he snaps.
“I’m getting you some Plan B.” Then, he strides from the room, car keys already in hand, leaving me in silence.
Meanwhile, I’m left to pick up the pieces.
That was certainly a roller coaster because I went from the peak of pleasure, to the depths of hard reality.
Sure, we both climaxed and enjoyed each other physically, but that’s all it was.
Nick wants nothing to do with me, and obviously, he definitely doesn’t want a baby with me either.
With slow movements, I clamber to my feet before limping over to the sink in the next room.
I certainly look like a well-fucked female.
My hair’s a mess, and my lips look bee-stung and unusually red.
There’s a glow on my cheeks, even if inside, I’m disappointed and cold.
But the show must go on.
My little sister is getting married, and guests will notice if I suddenly disappear.
With trembling hands, I splash water on my face, and then stare at my reflection.
Get it together, Kristie , the voice in my head warns.
This isn’t the time to lose it.
There are too many eyes on you, and on Nick as well.
Put the situation from your mind, and act normal for a few more hours.
I nod jerkily, and pat my hair and straighten my dress again.
Nick’s cum is seeping from my pussy, and there’s no way to stop it because I don’t have panties that can catch the drip.
Okay, I’ll just have to continue making trips to the bathroom every half hour to take care of the mess.
Yet I love feeling the warm, sticky ooze on my thighs.
Even if Nick one hundred percent regrets our encounter, I don’t.
I can’t, because I’ve yearned for him for so long.
But I can’t hide out in the women’s lounge forever, mooning like a lovesick dunce, so with a determined exhale, I spin on my heel and exit the restroom before striding out to the wedding party once more.
Once I’ve reached the communal area, who greets me but my stepdad, Steve.
He looks incredibly handsome with his silver hair brushed back, a twinkle in those blue eyes, and a perfectly cut suit decorating his form.
“Hi sweetheart,” he murmurs, stopping before me with flowers in hand.
“You dropped the wedding bouquet after catching it, so I swooped it up and saved it for you. Here you go, honey.”
Then, he leans forward to give me a hug, except my stepfather is far too familiar.
His lips brush my cheek and then snake over to my lips, even as I try to turn my face away.
But it’s too late and we’re in an intimate liplock as every cell in my body curdles with disgust.
“Uck!” I shriek, pushing him away with my small fists.
“What the hell? What was that about?”
Steve steps back, his expression regretful.
“I’m sorry, honey, it just happened,” he apologizes.
“I’m unsteady on my feet these days, and slipped a little. You know me. I’m old and basically need that Life Alert device for seniors in case I fall.”
Steve continues to speak, but my heart plummets because I can already see movement from the corner of my eye.
There’s another person who just witnessed our kiss, and sure enough, it’s my stepbrother Nick.
The handsome doctor turns away with repulsion before storming out of the room, and I swallow heavily because once again, we’re back at square one …
as enemies instead of lovers.