Make Us Yours (Sticks and Stilettos #3)

1. Veronica

Chapter one

Veronica

Never should have looked through those cracks…

~ First Week of June ~

“Yes! Right there, don’t stop.” My hand fists his hair between my legs as his tongue continues to work its magic against my clit. The sun is now up and shining through my semi-closed curtains, falling along his dark blond hair and giving it golden highlights.

Hmm, I wonder if I should dye my hair blonde next. Could be nice. I’ll have to ask Maze. Although she’ll probably tell me blonde is too boring, then dye it some awful seafoam green herself. What am I saying? She hasn’t steered me wrong yet; why would she now?

“You like that, babe?” He looks up at me with a smirk.

Oh shit. I totally zoned out.

I nod and push his head back down, the need to come rushing back to me. “Yeah, I love it. Now make me come. I have to get up soon,” I tell him, grinding up against his face as he chuckles.

“Always so bossy. You’re lucky I love giving you what you want.” He kisses my pussy and smiles, looking back up at me.

Ugh! What is with all this eye contact today? I force him back down again. “Then stop talking and give me what I want.”

He shakes his head slightly with a laugh but dives back in. All right. Focus, Ronnie. This is good, you like this. I shift my hips to the side an inch, the flicks of his tongue landing exactly where I need them. There, that’s better.

I’m not being fair. Nathan is actually really good with his mouth—and his dick. It’s why he’s the only fuck buddy I keep around. He knows how I am and what I want. He doesn’t pressure me into giving him more of myself and doesn’t complain when I kick him out after sex or the next morning.

He knows I’m not looking for a relationship and don’t want feelings to get involved, which he agrees with. In the last four months of us sleeping together, he’s never once made it seem like he wanted more.

He comes over, we fuck, we fall asleep, and then he leaves when we wake up. I know he sleeps with other women, just like I sleep with other men. We just have a good thing going, and sometimes it’s nice to have a regular instead of a new hookup every time the itch strikes.

I feel the pressure in my lower belly dissipate. Groaning, I drop my head back to the pillow and throw my arm over my eyes. “Ugh! I don’t think this is going to work. Just forget it.”

I let go of his head and begin to scoot up the bed, but he quickly grabs onto my thighs, forcing me back into place. My body immediately tenses beneath his touch, and I inhale sharply as my heart rate picks up.

His eyes snap to mine, and he quickly loosens his hold. “I’m sorry.”

He knows how I feel about being touched without permission. He doesn’t know the reasons behind it, but he accepts it and respects it. That’s another reason why our arrangement works so well; he doesn’t try to dominate me in the bedroom, instead, he lets me take the lead.

“It’s okay,” I say quietly.

“Just give me a second. I’ve got you.”

I nod and lie back into place. His hand comes between my legs, and he slowly pushes two fingers into me.

Curling them upwards, he moves back and forth, hitting that place that makes me see stars.

His mouth drops back to my bud, and he sucks it into his mouth, tongue twirling around it.

He’s right; it takes him only seconds, and I’m coming all over his fingers and mouth.

“Fuck, yesss!”

He pulls out slowly after cleaning me up with his tongue, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean as he stands from the bed and walks to the bathroom. Once I can breathe somewhat normally again, I get out of bed and search my closet for something to wear.

I decide on a high-waisted khaki plaid skirt with thigh-high black stockings and a tight white sleeveless button-down shirt.

Tucking the shirt into my skirt, I finish off my outfit with a pair of black stilettos, then exit my closet and sit down at my cosmetics table, where I get ready every morning.

My hair for the moment is half baby blue and half baby pink. Almost two weeks ago I had dyed it pastel pink for the gala, but I wasn’t totally in love with it, so I had Maze make some changes yesterday for my first day at my new job.

I split my hair down the center, dividing both colors, and twist them into two buns above my head, letting a few strands fall loosely around my face. I quickly do my makeup—vibrant pink eyeshadow, dark blue winged eyeliner, mascara, and a dark nude lipstick. There, all done.

When I set down my lipstick tube, the bathroom door opens and Nathan steps out wearing only a towel. His muscular body glistens with water droplets, hair damp and tousled.

His hair is short at the sides but longer on the top, it’s pretty sexy when he styles it. Actually, he’s pretty sexy in general. When he catches me checking him out, he winks, then proceeds to pick up his clothes scattered around my bedroom floor and pulls them on.

Nathan and I met when I was working at a club in New York City.

He was a bouncer there, and I was a waitress until I got fired for punching a guy in the face who thought it was appropriate to put his hand down my shirt.

And well, Nathan got fired for helping me escape after I threw the perverted asshole’s free drink in his face.

Because yes, I lost my job, and he got free booze. Absolute bullshit if you ask me.

“Talk to me, babe. What’s got you all distracted this morning? You seem nervous,” he asks as he pulls his shirt over his head.

“I’m starting a new job this morning as a housekeeper for some hockey players.” I lick my lips and stare at myself in the mirror, going over all my features.

“Don’t you know those guys? Why are you nervous? Afraid you won’t do the job well?” I give him a frown through the mirror, and he laughs. “You’re right, what am I saying? You’re practically a clean freak. I’m surprised you don’t make me pick up my clothes after sex.”

That makes me smile because I think about it every time. “I would, but I’m too exhausted by the time we’re done to give you any more orders.”

“Nice to know I’m doing my job well.” He grins.

“I wouldn’t keep you around if you weren’t.” This time I’m the one to wink at him.

He laughs and sits on the edge of my bed, head turned my way. “All right, all right. Tell me what’s going on then?”

I sigh and look down at my makeup brushes placed neatly in their little cubicle, the tip of my finger brushing over each.

“I don’t know. I mean, yes, you’re right, I do know most of them.

I’ve met the whole team a few times, but I don’t personally know all of them.

And I wasn’t informed who exactly I will be working for. ”

I quickly glance up through the mirror, then look back down. “What if it’s someone I don’t get along with, and this job doesn’t work out?” I let out another breath. “I’m just tired of looking for a new job every other week. I feel like nothing is really made for me.”

Nathan gets up from the bed and comes to stand behind me. Slowly, he brings his hands up to rest on my shoulders and waits for my approving nod to squeeze them slightly. “Who is this woman talking to me? Because she’s not the Ronnie I know.” I smile and roll my eyes.

“You’ll do great, Rons. You’re a kickass girl and anyone would be lucky to have you work for them. And if they turn out to be assholes, just give me their name and address, and I’ll pay them a visit.” He winks, then walks back to the bed to put on his shoes.

“Oh, my hero.” I swivel in my chair and stand, faking awe as I clasp my hands and press them to my chest.

He looks me over, then smirks. “Fuck, you’re sexy. You look like one of those sexy Asian schoolgirls.”

“I have no idea if I should take offense to that or not. I’m Italian, not Asian.”

“I know, but maybe you could learn a few sexy words in Japanese, then we could get into some roleplaying next time I come over.” He looks me up and down, licking his lips.

I swat his arm and head for the door. “You’re an idiot. Come on, I have to get going.”

He stands and follows me out as we walk to the kitchen, where my roommate Aubrey Ford is busy making breakfast. She turns to us with a blushed face and speaks in a delicate, tiny voice. “Morning.”

“Morning, babe,” I say, walking to the fridge and taking out the orange juice.

“Well, I’m out of here. Nice seeing you, Brey. Sorry for any noisy inconvenience. Rons, thank you for breakfast.” He winks with a smirk and heads for the door as I laugh, while Aubrey flushes a darker shade of red.

“Bye, Nathan,” Aubrey and I say in unison as I pour myself a glass and sit down at the island, waiting on Brey’s delicious concoction.

“I’m going to have to invest in some very good earplugs. The ones I have are not doing the job as expected,” she finally says, and I can’t help but laugh.

Aubrey is what you’d consider a prude. Any talk about sex or the opposite gender makes her turn red and uncomfortable, yet she surrounds herself with people who talk about it incessantly.

Although I think that’s just the innocent virgin in her that makes her react that way.

How she even made it to twenty-three, almost twenty-four, without even so much as being kissed is beyond me.

She’s a stunning beauty. All natural with long ash-blonde wavy hair and the palest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. When she looks at you, it’s like she can see through your soul. Then there’s the splatter of light freckles over her tiny, upturned nose, with beautiful pillowy lips shaped to perfection.

And her body, God. You know those sexy models you see in magazines with flawless curves and tiny waists?

Well, that’s Aubrey. Even her breasts are perfect, not too big and not too small.

Just perfect. Jesus, she never even wears makeup.

At the charity gala we attended, she went completely bare with a simple green spaghetti strap dress and still looked absolutely stunning.