Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
NICK
“ I feel disgusting.” Rachel fans her shirt away from her as I open my front door to let us inside.
It had been a long day, and would have been even longer if the other firefighters hadn’t stepped in to help us break everything down after the event. Even Chief helped, who was unexpectedly gloating after the judges announced him the winner of the chili cookoff.
“Do you mind if I get a shower?” she asks, her voice lowering as she looks around at the darkened living room. The only source of light in the place is coming from under the closed door of Tanner’s room. At least he’s making good on his promise to stay scarce.
“Yeah, of course.”
I lead her to my bedroom, the air between us still a little tense after our talk at the fire station.
I don’t want it to be that way, especially tonight of all nights, but I can’t help it.
Even though I understand logically where she was coming from not involving me with what was going on with Kyle, emotionally…
it stings. I want us to be a team. To have each other’s back. To share in the good and bad things.
But maybe I’m wanting too much, too soon. Trust isn’t something you can rush. And like I told her weeks ago, I want to earn her trust, especially knowing she doesn’t blindly give it.
She sets the bag she brought with her on my dresser, fiddling with it for a moment before turning around to face me. “I don’t want what happened earlier to affect tonight,” she says bluntly, watching me with careful eyes.
I set my phone down on my nightstand. “I don’t either.”
She crosses the room, sliding her hands over my shoulders to loop behind my neck. Instantly, the tension drains from me. “I’ve really been looking forward to tonight.”
My hands move to her waist, squeezing. The action already feels familiar, as if I’ve been doing it for years. “Me, too.”
She moves closer, whispering in my ear, “Will you join me in the shower?”
That spark of lust inside me ignites. It doesn’t take much to get me going when it comes to Rachel. “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”
I pick her up, surprising her, and she yelps.
She quickly covers her mouth, glancing toward the door. “Should I be quiet with Tanner here?”
I grin at her. “I’m pretty sure he knows we’ll be loud tonight. I guarantee he has his noise-canceling headphones on.”
She bites at her bottom lip, grinning back at me as I carry her to the en-suite bathroom.
Setting her down gently, I twist the lever in the shower to get things going, and turn to her, loving her mischievous smile as she brings her hands to the hem of my shirt and tugs up.
I pull it over my head, but I can’t get hers off because she’s already reaching for the button of my jeans next, impatiently pulling down the fly.
“Hey,” I murmur, stepping in closer. I place my hands on either side of her jaw, tilting her face up. “We have all night.”
She nods, and now that I’m looking, I can spot the hint of nerves surrounding her.
“What’s wrong?”
She stares at me for a moment before admitting, “I don’t want to mess this up.”
“You can’t,” I assure her. “If anyone’s going to screw it up, it’s me,” I joke, trying to put her at ease.
Her hands run along my forearms, tracing the veins there. “This is important to me. You’re important to me.”
I nod, understanding what she means. Tonight is the start of something momentous.
I kiss her, waiting as she relaxes by degrees, until the room turns steamy from the hot water running and she’s putty in my arms. I undress her slowly, pausing after each article is removed to touch her, gliding my hands over her perfect body.
By the time I take off her panties, my dick is hard, straining to be let out of my boxers. She gives me a knowing smile as she finishes undressing me, too, and I hold the shower door open for her, steam enveloping us as we step inside.
My cock bobs between us, but I ignore it for the moment, getting wet under the spray.
She reaches out to the products in the shower caddy, flipping open the lid of the shower gel. “Desert cedar,” she reads off the label. She turns to me with a smile as she inhales. “This is what you smell like.”
“Is that a good thing?”
I position her facing away from the spray so I can wet her hair, then turn her again, reaching for the shampoo.
“It’s very good.” She continues reading as I lather the shampoo and massage it in her hair. “Sun kissed cedar from the Eastern Sierras—” She stops, tilting her head back, and lets out a groan. “Oh my God, that’s good. Why haven’t you been giving me scalp massages all this time?”
I smile to myself. “You only had to ask.”
She makes a contented sound as I continue to shampoo her hair, rubbing her scalp in long strokes that have her melting into me.
My cock presses against her ass as she moves closer, but she doesn’t shy away. If anything, she leans further into me.
Hissing in a breath, I turn her around to rinse her hair, the barely there smirk on her lips indicating she knows exactly what she’s doing. If she wants to play, I’m more than willing, though.
Moving her back against me, I grab the shower gel and squeeze some into my palm, then bring my hands to her breasts, sudsing her up.
She lets out a half-laugh, half-moan. “That’s where you’re starting?”
I move my hands and she grabs them, bringing them back where they were. “I didn’t say stop.”
Grinning, I kiss the side of her neck, watching as I fondle her.
Her breathing picks up, pushing her chest further into my hands, and as I flick the tips of her nipples, she squirms against me.
My cock is wedged against her back, slippery against her spray-soaked skin, but I don’t move away this time, letting her arch into me.
By now, all the soap is long gone, and I snake a hand down further to her slit.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Uh huh,” she breathes, bringing her hands up to lock behind my neck.
I enter her with one finger, discovering she’s telling the truth, then slide another finger in, pumping in and out. My other hand matches the tempo, gently shaping one breast, then the other.
She groans, her nails scratching the nape of my neck, and rubs her ass against me. Ah, fuck, that feels good.
I love watching her gradually lose control as I work her up, the bathroom getting even steamier. Her hips jerk against my hand, her nails digging in. A part of me wants to tell her to dig harder, to leave a mark. To lay her claim on me. I want everyone to see I’m hers.
“You like that?” I growl in her ear, increasing the rhythm. “When I fuck you with my fingers?”
She nods, almost frantically.
“You ready for me to fuck you for real tonight?”
“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”
There’s excitement in her voice, and it ramps up my own desire.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I confess. I drag my lips over her neck, tempted to suck, to leave my mark on her, too. “To fuck this perfect pussy.”
I’ve never been this explicit, but with the way she gets me going, it feels natural. Especially because she’s right there with me, matching my energy.
“Take me rough,” she pleads, sliding her ass further against me.
“Anything you want.”
This is dangerous with how slippery we are. How easy it would be to—
She gasps, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes.
I wrap an arm around her waist to support her, murmuring, “That’s my girl,” as she continues to ride my fingers.
When she’s finished, she slumps against me for a moment before turning to face me. Her hand immediately goes to my cock, encircling me tightly and pumping up and down.
As much as I love it, I stay her hand, pressing my forehead to hers. “With the way you’ve already worked me up, I’m afraid I’m not going to last long. And I really want to come inside you.”
She nods and kisses me, then shuts the water off and opens the shower door. I love seeing her enthusiasm, that she’s as eager for it as I am.
We barely dry off, droplets still on our skin as I carry her back to the bedroom and lay her on top of the comforter, then get a condom out of my nightstand and roll it on.
She turns her head to watch me, biting at her bottom lip with anticipation on her face, and as I approach, she parts her thighs for me, her pussy lips swollen with arousal. God, that’s fucking hot.
“You ready to take me?” I ask, positioning myself between her legs.
“Please,” she says, reaching for me.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I feed myself into her, gliding in easily with how aroused she is. When I’m in all the way to the hilt, I pause. I’m in Rachel. I’m in fucking Rachel.
She smiles up at me and I swear my knees weaken at the sight.
She’s a balm to every rough part of me, soothing me from the inside out.
I don’t know how I managed to make it to this point, for this woman to somehow have let me in this far, but I wish upon every unspent wish still left to me that she never lets me go.
She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, my heart aching with undeclared love. I want to tell her tonight.
I just have to find the right moment.