16. Nick
Nick
“ T his place is great.” Sonya beamed a smile in direction across the small bistro table with mismatched chairs and soft rock playing for ambiance. “How’d you find it?”
I shrugged, not wanting her to know that I’d spent more than an hour online searching for something just far enough away from Seville before I settled on this place, forty minutes away with a big enough population that we wouldn’t stand out.
“I have my methods,” I replied with a slow smile, appreciating the sexy black dress that made it impossible to look away from her delicious cleavage.
“Well, I approve of your methods,” she said, lifting her martini glass with a smile. “I love the menu; it’s like all comfort foods but upgraded. Perfect for date night.”
Date night. That’s exactly what this was.
She’d dressed up and so did I; well, I wore jeans and a button-up shirt.
Even though we were basically hiding out all the way over here instead of going someplace closer to Seville, I was determined to have fun.
Sonya was here and that was all I needed.
“How’s my steak,” I asked in a teasing tone.
She’d gone for the bacon mac and cheese but we swapped plates at the halfway point.
Her eyes widened almost comically and she took another bite, a long, low moan rumbled its way out of her throat. “Best meat I’ve had all night.”
The little minx. “Tease,” I accused and shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
“Poor baby,” she cooed in a tone that didn’t sound at all apologetic. “Here, you can have the rest for your, ah…discomfort.” She laughed as she switched the plates once more.
“Thanks, but you’ll have much better meat in your mouth before the night is over.”
Heat bloomed on her cheeks as she sipped her martini. “Good to know.”
The food was incredible, but the company? It was out of this world. When I was with Sonya, I often wondered why I avoided dating. She was easy to be with and easy to talk to, actively listening when she asked about my day, the farm or just life in general. “So, Sonya.”
“Nick,” she grinned. “Inquiring minds want to know. Chocolate Sin Brownies, or peanut butter mousse pie?” She licked her lips and leaned back with a knowing smile that lit her eyes.
Watching her tongue as it slicked across her bottom lip was just the stimulus my cock needed to join the meal, and I let out an anguished groan. “Definitely the brownies. If I have to watch you lick mousse from your lips, I’ll embarrass myself.”
My words sank in and her eyes went wide, and her head fell back and she let out a husky laugh, filled with pure amusement.
The sound was contagious as hell and soon enough I was laughing with her.
It can’t be this easy, I thought to myself when our gazes collided over the mostly empty dinner plates.
“Can I interest you in dessert?” The server stood beside the table, completely unaware of the sexual tension.
“The brownie thing,” I bit out through clenched jaws before Sonya could answer.
She laughed again and raised a finger in the air. “And the peanut butter mousse, but make it to go, please.”
Heat flooded my body and I knew I’d have a zipper tattoo on my cock for the rest of the night. “Minx,” I growled, which earned me another giggle.
We split the brownie, which was sinful and so damn decadent that I ate more of it than I should have. Sonya’s moans of delight didn’t help my arousal, but I couldn’t bring myself to make her stop. “Definitely worth the extra time on the treadmill,” she sighed with satisfaction.
We left the bistro fifteen minutes later with two orders of mousse, hand in hand, walking down the busy street. “You are trouble, Sonya.”
She laughed. “Me? You must have me confused with someone else. I am a total angel.” She batted her lashes at me and my mind conjured up the last time she did that. She was on her knees with my cock in her mouth, using her eyes to tease me mercilessly.
I leaned forward until our lips touched and it wasn’t enough. The fire bloomed, as it always did, white hot and out of control from the first touch. Sonya moaned and pulled me closer with one hand fisted in the fabric of my shirt.
A car door slammed and we separated but she was still close enough that I could smell the chocolate on her breath.
A voice sounded. A familiar voice.
Too fucking familiar.
Sonya looked over my shoulder and her wide eyes told me my ears weren’t deceiving me.
Before I could look over my shoulder to confirm, she tugged me forward as she walked backwards until we were in a dark alcove, hidden from the world.
“That was close,” she panted, rubbing her hand up and down my chest. “But this is nice.”
Her touch was perfection but the reason we were hiding wasn’t. “I don’t like this,” I whispered. “We’re grown ass adults, hiding from your dad.”
The heat disappeared and was replaced with disappointment. “I know.” There was a weight to her words that made me believe her. She didn’t want this either but she believed it was necessary. Her arms wrapped around me and she pressed her cheek to my chest, a soft hum sounded deep in her throat.
“It feels dirty and not the good kind of dirty.”
She laughed. “I know. It’s not fair and I know that, I promise I do.
But the secrecy is more for me than you.
” She pulled back and stared up at me until I met her eyes.
“I like you Nick, more than I think I should. If I didn’t, I’d have no problem throwing this thing in my dad’s face but this isn’t about him. It’s about us.”
Us. I really fucking liked the sound of that.
And the crazy part in all this? I believed Sonya.
I didn’t think this was just some bullshit line to make me feel better.
She wasn’t slumming it with a hockey player to get a rise out of Coach Mac, but that didn’t make me feel any better.
It made the sting burn even more. “I feel like we know two different people.”
Sonya’s painted pink lips tipped up into a humorless smile.
“To you guys, he’s the lovable and dependable coach.
To me, he’s the absent father who is now, for some inexplicable reason, trying to be better.
” Her use of air quotes told me exactly what she thought about his efforts.
“That means he will overreact and I really don’t want that to come down on you, Nick.
You’re doing well in your career and you guys are vibing as a team.
One wrong move could derail your momentum.
I don’t want that for you.” She pushed up on her toes, tits pressed against my chest, before she kissed me, soft and slow, her tongue teased me but that almost inaudible moan that slipped out went straight to my cock.
That moan flipped a switch in my brain and suddenly the only thing I wanted was more kissing, not dancing, which had been the original plan. I smiled against her mouth and gripped her fine ass. “Wanna make out in a movie theater?”
She laughed and nodded, her lips still on mine. “On one condition.”
“Tell me,” I insisted.
“It has to be a shoot-’em-up movie. I always wanted to make out during one of those.”
I didn’t question it, I just put distance between us, took her hand and went in search of the ticket booth for the small movie theater. I found the first movie with a gun on the poster and bought two tickets, ignoring the knowing look on the kid who sold me the tickets.
“Wow, you’re efficient,” she laughed as I dragged her down the carpeted hallway to the last theater, and to the last row inside the small theater. “I like it,” she whispered when we were seated in the dark theater as the previews got under way.
“I like you,” I told her before hooking one arm around her waist while the other hand slid through the soft waves I wanted to touch all night. “And I really like kissing you.”
“Kiss me,” she demanded and licked her lips.
I hesitated, hovering just above her lips for a long second until I heard the anxious hitch of her breath.
When she was hungry for it, I gave it to her, slow at first, just tasting her lips and her tongue.
But soon enough I deepened the kiss and with every pass of my tongue I grew hungrier for her. Needier.
Sonya brushed her knuckles up and down my aching length, teasing me until a shiver shook my entire body. She smiled, moaned low in her throat and then gripped me through my jeans.
My pulse hammered. My need grew. “You’re trying to kill me,” I muttered against her lips.
“Not me,” she whispered in reply and nipped my bottom lip before she licked it. And then the top lip. Then her tongue was inside my mouth, dancing with mine, teasing me while my pulse hammered in my throat.
I unhooked my arm from her waist, laying that hand flat on her thigh and sliding up. Quickly. I found the heat between her thighs and then the moisture. Too horny, too hungry to tease her, I slid the fabric—lace—to the side and found her wet and swollen. “That for me?” I asked in her ear.
“Why don’t you tell me,” she replied breathlessly, opening her legs to give me better access.
She was hot and wet, swallowing my fingers until my knuckles brushed her clit. That sharp intake of breath hit me right at the head of my cock and I plunged in long, slow strokes that yanked mewls and soft cries from her throat.
“Fuck!” She cried out at the same time her hips jerked.
I kissed her again, because I needed another taste of that sweet mouth but also to keep her quiet. The theater was small and it wasn’t completely empty. My tongue mimicked my fingers, thrusting into her mouth while I fucked her with my fingers, pulling her closer and closer to the edge.
She began to pulse around me and my cock wept behind my zipper. She tore her mouth from mine and looked right at me. “Nick, please.”
“Tell me, Sonya.”
“Please, make me come, Nick.” Her words were soft and breathy.
I couldn’t deny her anything, definitely not this. My thumb found her clit and I added a third finger into her slick heat, which sent her flying apart within seconds. Her pussy pulsed around me, squeezing my fingers and making my cock jealous.
“Holy shit, that was hot.” She beamed another of those breath-stealing smiles my way and I was lost.
Utterly and completely. “You’re hot. I love watching you come, Sonya. Your face twists up and then when the orgasm hits, this serene expression takes over before you smile.”
She cupped one side of my face. “That’s exactly how you always make me feel. Always.” She breathed heavily until she caught her breath and turned to me. “Are we still going dancing?” She asked the question as her fingers crawled up my thigh to fist my cock through my jeans.
I swallowed before answering. Dancing wasn’t at the top of my list but if that’s what she wanted.
“Yep. Absolutely.” I’d spin her around the dance floor all night if it meant keeping her close.
What I wanted was to strip her naked and devour her until she begged me to stop, but I just wanted to be with her.
She nodded, shivering when my thumb grazed her clit. “I was thinking,” she began, stopping when I slowly pulled my fingers from her body.
“You were thinking,” I repeated the words to get her back on track but Sonya’s gaze was fixed on mine as I slid my fingers in my mouth and licked them clean.
“Oh fuck. Why is it so hot when you do that?”
I wiggled my brows. “Because you love it when I feast on your pussy and this makes you think of that.”
She sucked in another breath, nodding. “Yep, that’s it.” Her breathless words and racing pulse told me she was already turned on again. “Anyway, I was thinking, there’s plenty of room to dance at my place. Or yours.”
I watched her carefully, saying nothing.
“And we have that peanut butter mousse. One for dessert and one for…fun.”
Relief slammed against my chest and in the next second I was on my feet, tugging her to hers with one hand and pulling down her dress with the other. We tumbled from the movie theater, singularly focused on the exit.
“Have a good night,” the ticket kid called after us.
“Oh, we plan to,” Sonya shot back with a laugh. She teased me the entire ride back to my place. She sat close, hand stroking my thigh and my balls, every once in a while she grazed over my cock. “I think I’ll have to take care of that first, before you explode.”
I grunted.
She laughed. “It’s okay, Nick; you can explode in my mouth.”
“Sonya,” I growled through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” she purred the word before she slipped from the passenger side and rushed to my front door.
I counted to five, stepped from my vehicle and joined her on the porch with a smile.
I knew we couldn’t keep this up, the hiding and dodging, pretending to be strangers in public while we grew closer behind closed doors.
But with her mouth on mine, one hand sliding up my shirt, I couldn’t think about anything except tonight.
We would talk about it soon. We’d figure out a plan and go from there.
But tonight? Right now?
I had her.
And that was enough.