Chapter Thirty-One
NICKY
Nicky tucked Lucy closer to his right side, snuggled in his bed, basking like a house cat in her warmth and nearness. He could feel every curve of her naked form and would happily hand over every single one of his Grammys to spend his life in that position.
‘What’s this one about?’ she asked, lifting his left arm and pointing to the narwhal tattooed there.
‘A bet with Hoop.’
‘You lost?’
‘Fuck no,’ Nicky bellowed. ‘I won. And now he can’t ever get a narwhal tattoo ever .’
Lucy laughed. ‘How about this one?’ she said, pressing her finger into the ridge of muscle over his left hipbone in a way that made his cock twitch.
He moaned, and threw his head back enjoying the lick of tingles she’d sent to his middle. ‘I don’t know – what is it?’
‘You don’t know what you have permanently tattooed into your skin?’
‘Maybe?’ he answered, glancing down for a look.
‘Nope,’ she said, slapping her hand over the spot, her forearm dragging over what was rapidly becoming a chub situation. ‘No cheating.’
With her arm putting pressure on his dick, his brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders. He asked, ‘Color or black?’
Lucy barely lifted her palm and leaned over him, bringing her head in close like she was peeking at a poker hand. Her warm exhaled breath skated across his cock. And, yep. Fully hard.
‘Color. Also, don’t think for a second I don’t notice what’s going on down here. It’s not going to work. Guess.’
‘Uh,’ he said, trying not to focus on the fact that her breasts were rubbing on his thigh. ‘Okay. It’s the stylized “s” from the cover of the first Super album.’
‘Correct!’ she said, dropping a kiss to the head of his dick like a prize.
Lucy stretched back out, lifted her knee so that the smooth skin of her inner thigh slid against ev-ery-thing .
‘How about the one on your back?’ she asked softly.
‘Which one?’ He knew which one.
‘The cassette tape.’
He made sure she was with him, focusing her blue eyes on his, so she wouldn’t miss anything.
‘I wanted to put it here,’ he said, moving her hand from his waist to the left-center of his chest, right over his heart. ‘But I knew that seeing it every day would be too hard. I put it back there so I could choose when I look at it. When I need it.’
Lucy’s expression stumbled from amazed to confused to reverent in about ten seconds. Her mouth came down over his. Stole his breath and his thoughts and any lingering doubts he might have had about the two of them.
As she lifted up on all fours and straddled him, Nicky knew – knew like he knew his own fucking name – that he and Lucy were meant for each other.
Nicky understood that he would always be more fearless than she was.
Maybe his disappearing act had made her careful and guarded.
Maybe she was always that way. Didn’t matter.
It was how things were right then. Confident and intrepid were a way of life for him.
Stripping away pretense and humility were the norm.
Hell, baring his damn soul to the world was the first line of his fucking job description.
He just had to make her see what he saw in them.
That was it , he thought to himself as Lucy took all control and took him deep inside her.
It was the calming.
It was the fit.