Indy
TWENTY-SEVEN
“Shh!” Nick’s palm covers my mouth after another too-loud moan escapes. I slam my eyes shut and my head falls back on the pillow.
“Please,” I gasp.
He gives another thrust. He goes so deep his balls rest against my ass. Each move is slow and calculated to drive me to the edge and then hold me there, not letting me tip over. And every time I reach for my cock, he slaps my hand away.
“I fucking hate you,” I gasp when he, once again, pulls almost all the way out, and then starts to slowly sink back into me.
He laughs softly, chest vibrating against mine.
“You’re going to wake somebody up, and this will be very awkward to explain,” he whispers into my ear.
“Yeah,” I pant against his hand. “And then will you fuck me?”
“I am fucking you. Should I be worried that you can’t tell?”
His cockhead drags over my prostate. I let out an indecipherable noise.
“I hope this house has thick walls,” he murmurs into my ear.
His hand over my mouth becomes tighter, and without warning, he slams into me. The he takes his hand away and replaces it with his mouth. Our tongues clash violently while he slides into me at just the right angle.
He swallows the shout of pleasure I let out when my orgasm slams into me. Jets of cum coat our stomachs when my dick pulses between our bodies. Nick’s cock slides in and out of my ass once more before he buries his face in my neck as he follows me over the edge.
We sneak into the bathroom in the middle of the night to take a shower and then we sneak back into my room. He doesn’t even hesitate before he climbs into my bed. And throws his arm over me. And presses his nose into my hair.
And takes another piece of my heart for safekeeping.
I wave goodbye to Isla and Tory, one of the owners of Bayside Paddling.
“See you tomorrow,” Isla calls out before she goes back to her conversation with Tory.
“See you,” I reply.
I’m not in a hurry. Nick’s still at work for at least another two hours.
Then again, if I head there now, that’s an extra two hours I get to spend with Nick.
The restaurant he works at is one of those open-concept places where you get an excellent view of the kitchen from the dining area.
And a view to the kitchen equals a view of Nick.
I’m so busy planning all of it out in my head that I don’t notice Dia and Bridge until they’ve both shouted my name in unison.
I turn around and find them standing in the parking lot.
I change direction and make my way toward them.
“Hey!” I say as Bridge throws herself into my arms. I catch her and twirl her around. “You’re back.”
Bridget’s been in Texas, visiting her grandparents and a bunch of extended family there.
“Flew in this morning. Aww, did you miss me?”
“It’s like the house is empty without you there. Every minute. Of every day.” I pretend to wipe away a tear, and she swats me on the chest while she grins at me.
“Be nice to me or I won’t ask you to come to dinner with us.”
“I’m so glad you’re here!”
She throws her head back and laughs. “That’s better. Come on. We have a reservation.”
“Where are we headed?” I ask.
“Al’s. I’m dying for a burrito,” Bridge says.
“Al’s?” Dia asks. “Seriously? Don’t you remember when the whole football team got food poisoning there?”
“Allegedly. Anyway, the risk is what makes it so tasty.”
We get in the car, and in less than five minutes we’re sitting at one of the tables in front of Al’s. It’s hot outside even in the partial shade of the trees. Heat comes off the pavement in waves. The sinking sun makes everything around us glow in different shades of gold.
I stretch my feet out and lean back in one of the rickety plastic chairs that makes up the patio furniture at Al’s.
“How’s the family?” I ask Bridget.
“I’m nineteen, so by my grandparents’ and aunts’ and uncles’ estimation well on my way to becoming a spinster.
I was introduced to every eligible, good ol’ hometown boy they could find.
I’m talking marched around at every party they held.
And there were a lot of parties. I did learn some things about myself, though.
Apparently I’ve got childbearing hips and a nice, sturdy handshake. ”
“Do I hear wedding bells?” I ask.
“It’s why we’re here. I wanted somewhere special to ask you to be my maid of honor.” She presses her palm to her chest and sniffs. “Will you do me the honor?”
“Hey!” Dia protests. “Like… I’m sorry, but what am I? Some random extremely beautiful woman you can just throw aside like that?”
“Dude. You’ll officiate. And my groom will try and grab your boob halfway through, and then you’ll, you know, torch him with a flamethrower, and we’ll have ourselves a good party at my grandparents’ expense.”
“Make sure you book the honeymoon for three.” I angle my face up to the sun.
“Santorini, baby,” she says, and we all laugh.
I missed her, and I’m glad she’s back. I’m glad they’re both back.
“Again, why do your parents insist on going there every summer?” Dia shakes her head. “You could’ve come with me to LA.”
Bridge waves her off. “It’s not all matchmaking attempts. I went horseback riding every morning with my pops and one time I saw a bobcat. It was really cool. Anyway.” She aims her gaze at me. “You.”
“What about me?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know. What’s been going on with you? I barely heard from you the whole time I was gone.”
I shrug. “Nothing much. Work, mostly.”
Dia snorts, and she and Bridge exchange looks before they both turn their heads in unison and pin me with identical looks.
“He’s got something going on,” Dia says. “He keeps disappearing all the time.”
I’m trying very hard not to fidget and to sound casual. “I have a job.”
Neither of them looks like they believe me.
“I’m pretty sure he’s seeing somebody,” Dia says.
Bridge quirks her brow at me. “Come on. Share with the rest of the class.”
I try to figure out what to say, and I take way too long because Dia and Bridge exchange another look and then both lean forward. “Who is she?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” I say.
“How specific. Is that you trying to say you’re hooking up with somebody?” Bridge’s grin widens. “Scandalous. You dog.”
I sigh while they snicker.
Bridge holds her hands up. “Fine. Keep it to yourself.”
I take a slow breath of relief.
“For now,” Dia adds. “We’ll find out eventually.”
Great.
They drop it, though. We get our burritos, eat, and talk.
When Dia starts to yawn and almost falls asleep at the table we decide to wrap it up. We drop off Bridge at her place. By then, Dia is snoring softly in the back seat.
Bridge throws her a look and shakes her head. “She fell asleep when we were hanging out at my place earlier, too.”
“Yeah,” I say. “It’s like she was awake the whole time she was in LA and now she’s catching up or something. She’s been taking naps.”
“Really?” Bridge frowns. “But she hates napping.”
“I know. She keeps saying it’s jet lag.”
“Weird. Guess it’s lucky we still have plenty of summer left, so she can rest and recover.” She kisses me on the cheek. “See you tomorrow.”
I wave to her, and then I drive back home.
Nick climbs onto the roof through my window and lies down next to me. He balances himself on his elbow, puts his palm on my cheek, turns my face toward him, and kisses me.
“Hey,” he says when we finally manage to pry ourselves away from each other.
“Hey.” I smile at him. “You’re back.”
“The night really drags without anybody stalking me,” he says.
“Aww. You missed me.” I’m teasing and hoping at the same time.
His eyes are soft, and his hand on my cheek is gentle. His thumb keeps swiping over my skin like he can’t stop himself from touching me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says.
Growing up, I was mostly just skinny, and even if years of rowing have moved me from skinny to lean to wiry, it’s never really seemed like enough to earn the word beautiful. Handsome. Maybe? Beautiful? No.
But when Nick says it with that hoarseness in his voice and that intensity on his face, it’s difficult not to believe him.
He slides the pad of his thumb over my lower lip, and I bite it. He smiles.
There it is again.
The l-word.