Chapter 28 Nikki
Nikki
The startling ringing of Sutton’s phone wakes me as he peels from my side, reaching over to his bedside table to grab it.
“Fuck. What?” he grumbles into his cell before he looks at me through tired eyes, the blanket moving and showcasing my naked torso, easily taking his attention.
“Good morning…” he murmurs to me, looking lust drunk and completely ignoring whoever is on the other end of the call. His eyes look hungry, and I’m not sure how; we had each other three more times last night. But my grin is instant as I suppress a giggle.
“Morning,” I whisper as my lips kiss up his bare chest to his neck, the guy on the other end of the call talking so loudly I can hear him.
“Who was that?” the man barks, and I pull back to raise an eyebrow to Sutton, who just gives me a cheeky smirk.
“None of your business.” Sutton kisses me wholly when I meet his lips.
“Like hell it is. Where are you?” The man barks again as Sutton takes his turn to explore me, trailing down my body, his lips touching every inch of my bare skin, from my jaw to my neck, across my shoulders. I melt for him every time, my skin pebbling in anticipation.
“What do you want, Bobby? It’s too fucking early for your calls.”
I bite my bottom lip as Sutton reaches my breasts. I’ve never been big-chested. I hated that fact growing up. I didn’t really need a bra until I was older, and now my B-cup is average.
When his tongue circles my nipple, I stretch out, tingles rippling across my skin as I arch into him a little.
His other hand smooths lower, curving around my back, holding me to his mouth.
It’s still dark out, the sun barely up, the two of us in a mess of blankets and sheets from a night of exploring.
“If you answered my fucking calls any other time, I wouldn’t have to call you so early,” the man says, and even though the phone isn’t against my ear, his anger comes through clear as day.
“What do you want?” Sutton repeats himself as he moves down my stomach, his lips caressing my skin the whole way to his destination. As he hits my pelvic bone, I suck in a sharp breath. Looking up at me, he gives me a wink.
“What I want is for you to come back to LA. I’ve locked you in for a movie. You start in a week.”
My breath hitches in my chest at hearing the news.
Does that mean Sutton is leaving now? Is this guy his manager or something, and now that he has a deal lined up, my fairy tale in Whispers is already over?
But Sutton’s lips edge deliciously close to my core, and I push my head back into the pillow, the teasing sensation overwhelming me and any worrying thoughts.
“No movies. Not interested.” Sutton ends the call abruptly, throwing his phone across the room, and I hear a thud on the floor where it lands, just as his lips suction fully onto my clit and I see stars.
“Yeeesss.” Moaning, I roll my hips against his mouth. I can’t remember the last time a man went down on me. Probably some drunken college night that isn’t worth remembering.
“You taste so good.” His hands grip around the backs of my thighs, tilting my hips, bringing me closer to him and pulling me wider at the same time.
I bite my bottom lip to keep quiet as he nibbles and licks, devouring me like he can’t get enough.
My hands shoot up, and I grip on to the pillow around my head as my hips start to move in earnest against his face.
“You do that so well,” I say through another moan. “Shit, right there.” I don’t even recognize my own voice with the way he has me panting with every flick and swirl his tongue makes.
I feel my orgasm closing in on me quickly, and I have no idea how I’m going to function today. The lack of sleep, combined with the muscle soreness, I could probably rest for days.
“Fuck my face, baby… That’s it.” His lips don’t leave me as his words, hot and rumbly, caress my skin.
And if I thought I was wanton a moment ago; I wasn’t.
At his comment, I unleash any inhibitions, rolling against his face with abandon, dropping my hand to his head to grip on to his hair.
The world could end right now and I wouldn’t know it.
He groans with satisfaction, and the vibration has me tensing all over.
“Sutton!” I almost hiccup, my orgasm taking me by surprise. He doesn’t stop, keeps his lips on me through every wave of my release like I’m his favorite meal.
As I come down from heaven, I’m panting, my body shivering in aftershocks, and he kisses me a little more tenderly, his hands squeezing and massaging my ass.
“Mmmmmm, well, good morning to you too…” I say cheekily, knowing that I probably need to get up and showered before the boys wake and then head to the library before making our way home.
“It’s a very fucking good morning…” He kisses back up my body, and I have never felt sexier.
Waking up a little more, I hum as I stretch. “This bed is so comfortable.”
“And you look so good in it.” He grins at me.
“Someone woke up on the right side of the bed?” I tease.
“Any side of the bed is a good side, as long as you’re in it.” His comment takes my breath away.
“I like being with you too,” I whisper honestly, his eyes never leaving mine.
He lowers his head again, kissing my neck and shoulders. “Hmmmm… not sure I want to let you leave…”
“I’m not sure I want you to, either.” But I will be leaving soon, and before I do, I have to ask, “Sooo… that guy?”
“My manager.”
I nod. Thought as much.
“He has a movie for you? Does that mean—”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right where I want to be.”
“Oh yeah?” I can’t help smiling as he leans on me, his warm hands connecting with my own and our fingers entwining together.
“Yeah. I don’t know if I told you, but I kinda met someone…”
I roll my lips, feeling giddy.
“Well, she must be a catch. You’re a Hollywood movie star, after all,” I say playfully, but he’s taken on a more serious look in his eyes.
“She’s fucking amazing. And I’m completely smitten.”
I swallow, feeling truly happy for the first time in a really long time.
“I think she’s totally smitten as well.” His smile he shines down on me has butterflies going wild in my belly.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. She’s a goner…” I laugh lightly at the giddiness on his face, then snort, and Sutton laughs right along with me. Dropping his head, his lips touch mine briefly before we reluctantly get up, shower, and start the day.
I look around, seeing it quiet.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I whisper to Sutton, his hat pulled down low as we walk through the library.
“Why not?”
“Because someone will recognize you. This isn’t Delish; Rochelle isn’t here to save you.”
“Yeah, but you will. Besides, no one’s looking for me here, surrounded by books on gardening and nature…
” He picks up a book, one on beekeeping, and flicks through the pages.
Odd, considering he’s allergic. I look at the few in my hands that I picked up to try to learn more about grafting apple trees and pollination, still wondering where I can get some wildflower seeds.
“Okay, all done.” James heads back over to us, his library books now all returned.
“Wow, did you know you can get stingless bees?” Sutton glances up from his book, wide-eyed, and I smile at his clear surprise.
“Where are they found?” I ask, having not heard of them before, and he lowers his head to continue reading.
“Australia, Asia… Not here.” He sounds a little miffed at that, before putting the book on a small new pile James has collected, obviously wanting to bring it home.
“I’m just going to look at the noticeboard real quick.” I stride over to the board to start my weekly examination. James comes to my side, looking carefully as Sutton approaches my other side.
“What are you looking for?” Sutton asks.
“Anything and everything. I need some parts for the turbine… I also want to find some wildflower seeds to plant around the apple tree. This board has been my lifesaver since we arrived. It’s where I found the cottage, my job, and the bikes.” My eyes narrow in on one notice. “Bingo.”
“What is it?” James looks over my shoulder to see the piece of paper I grabbed.
“Peter, the local taxi driver, is having a garage sale, and if anyone would have a spare battery, surely he will.” I feel confident. If he doesn’t have what I’m looking for, I’m sure he’ll have some other things I’d find useful.
“Yes! Look.” My brother points, and I look back at the board.
I give my brother a deadpan expression. “We’re not getting a cat, James.”
He huffs. “Why not? I always wanted one.”
“Because we don’t have the time or money for one.”
“Sutton, tell her we can get a cat,” James says to Sutton, who looks at him seriously before he looks at me.
“She’s the boss,” is all he says, and my brother sulks before wandering off to look at more books.
Sutton watches him before he leans into me, his lips against my ear as he whispers, “I only like one pussy anyway, and it isn’t for fucking sale.”
Goosebumps line my skin, even as I chuckle. “We need to go!” I say quickly before I combust right there in the library.
“Your chariot awaits.” He swings his arm out ahead of us, and me and my reddened cheeks walk ahead, with him and James following. The two of them giggle at something, having playful banter, and all the while, I’m unable to remove my smile.