17. Guy
GUY
Nicole texts me before I even make it to her apartment complex. “Park at the building across from mine. Far end of the lot.”
I stare at the message and grit my teeth.
I don’t want to do it. Every part of me wants to pull right up to her building, walk through the front door with her, and stop acting like we need to hide the fact we want to be together.
Reluctantly, I turn into the lot she told me to use and park beneath a tree at the far end.
I’m willing to follow her rules for now.
Only because I don’t want to push her too hard and scare her away.
I remind myself that she is younger than me and scared.
I get it. But this isn’t temporary for me.
She may not understand that yet, but I’m in this for the long haul.
I get out of my truck and walk across the parking lot. Nicole opens her door before I even knock. I smirk at her. “Were you watching for me?”
She shakes her head way too quickly. “No.”
I smile. “Liar.”
She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me inside before looking down the hallway to make sure no one saw me.
I wait until she closes the door before saying, “You know, sneaking around is starting to make me feel like I’m a teenager in high school or something.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’ll survive.”
I put my hands on her shoulders. “Oh, I’ll survive because I know eventually you’re going to be okay with us telling the world we’re together.”
I see the panic flare in her eyes. “You’re pushing it, Brody.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against me. “Well, I got you alone now, so kissing is okay, right?”
She laughs and pushes at my chest. “Kissing is good, but first, let me show you around.”
The apartment isn’t big, but it suits her.
Most of the rooms are still empty except for a few boxes stacked against the wall.
Her living room is bare, and there are a few things scattered across the kitchen counter.
“This is the living room, obviously. Kitchen. Bathroom is down there, and my bedroom is at the end of the hall.”
I look toward the front door we just walked through. “What kind of lock is that?”
She stops. “What?”
I walk over to the door and point at the knob. “Your front door.”
She blinks at me and shrugs. “A regular lock?”
I turn the little knob and pat up and down the door. It’s obvious there’s no other lock, but I’m amazed that the only lock is on the knob.
Nicole stops next to me. “Guy.”
I look at her, worried about her safety. This lock is not going to stop anyone from coming in. “You need a deadbolt.”
She points at the knob. “I have a deadbolt.”
I shake my head. “Honey, that’s not a deadbolt. That’s a lock, and a flimsy one at that. Can I put some better locks on the door? I’m going to worry about you when I’m away at games if this is the only thing stopping someone from coming in.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Are you inspecting my apartment?”
“Yes.” I move toward the window and check the latch, and with one flick of my finger it’s loose. “Nicole, you’re on the first floor. This lock is not going to keep anyone out. You need new locks.” I peek out the windows. “And cameras. You need cameras.”
Her mouth drops open. “Why would I have cameras?”
I put my hands on her shoulders. “Because you’re a beautiful woman living alone.”
She gives me a look.
I ignore it and glance toward the door again. “I can get you a doorbell camera tomorrow. And a better lock.”
“Guy.”
She slides her hands up my chest and loops them around my neck. “You know, I’ve lived alone for years. I lived in an apartment while I was in college. I can take care of myself.”
The grunt, followed by a growl, comes out of nowhere. I don’t know what it is, but I hate the idea of her living on her own. She shouldn’t be. Hell, she should be living with me. “That doesn’t mean you don’t need good security, Nicole.”
Her expression softens, and I slide my hands around her waist. “I’m serious. I don’t like thinking about you here by yourself.”
She’s searching my face. “I’ll be fine.”
“I know you can take care of yourself.” I lower my forehead to hers. “That doesn’t stop me from wanting to take care of you too.”
For a second, she doesn’t say anything. Then she rises onto her toes and kisses me.
Whatever argument I was about to make about security disappears. My arms close around her, and I pull her against me. She kisses me harder, and her body melts against mine.
She takes my hand and starts walking backward toward the hallway. “I appreciate you wanting to take care of me, and I promise that tomorrow, I’ll work on the doorbell camera and locks, but I was hoping tonight we could spend it doing something else.”
My eyes travel down her lush body. “Please tell me you have a bed in this place.”
She stops. “What if I don’t?”
My whole body is tense. “Then I’d take you on the kitchen counter.”
She seems to think about it but then steps into the open doorway of her bedroom. “I have a bed. Not much else, but I do have a bed.”
She pushes me backward until the backs of my legs hit the mattress. She reaches for my shirt and pulls it over my head. Her hands trail down my body, and I sit, expecting her to climb on beside me, but instead she drops to the floor between my knees.
I look at her. “What are you doing?”
She tilts her head to look at me. “Really? You don’t know?”
She doesn’t wait. She reaches for the waistband of my pants and pulls at them.
“Nicole,” I say, thinking I need to slow things down.
She shakes her head. “It’s my turn.”
There’s something different in her expression. She has more confidence tonight, and my already hard cock bulges in my briefs.
I lift my hips, and she pulls my pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. My cock bounces between us, and I stare into Nicole’s wide eyes.
She licks her lips, and my hips jerk just watching her. As she presses her tongue to my tip, my head falls back, and a groan escapes me. Fuck, I’m not going to last.
She fists my cock as she takes me down her throat. I lift my head, wanting to watch her even though it’s pure torture. She’s bobbing up and down, and I try to hold myself together, but I’m so close I pull her off me.
Her lips are swollen and wet. “But…”
I kick off my shoes and pull my pants the rest of the way off and then reach for her. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
She stands up and watches me as she pulls her shirt over her head. I grip the side of the bed in my hands. It’s either that or I’m going to reach for her, and I don’t want to do that yet. I want to enjoy this.
She sucks in a breath and then undoes the button on her jeans. I’m literally holding my breath as she pulls the denim down her legs. She steps out of her jeans and then stands up to her full height in only her bra and panties.
I tilt my chin up. “All of it. I want to see all of you.”
A sliver of panic slides across her face, but she pulls her shoulders back and stands taller. My eyes are glued to her as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. The straps fall from her shoulders, and I’m drooling as she pulls the material off.
Her breasts are round and her nipples erect. It takes everything in me to stay seated and not reach for her. “More,” I say huskily.
She puts her fingers into the waistband of her panties, peels the silky material down her thighs, and steps out of them. Completely naked, she stands in front of me, and my cock is covered in precum just from the show.
She takes a step toward me, and I tense suddenly. “Wait. I don’t have any condoms.”
She freezes. She opens her mouth and then closes it, shaking her head.
“What?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I uh, am on the pill, but I mean…”
Her voice trails off, and I realize how big this moment is. “Are you sure?”
Her nose scrunches up. “Am I sure I’m on the pill? I mean, yeah, I take it every day to help with my periods.”
I slowly let out a strained breath. “No, I mean are you sure you’re okay with that? I’m safe. I wouldn’t hurt you.”
When she realizes what I’m asking, she nods and takes the final steps toward me. She pushes me until I’m lying on my back, and then she straddles my hips. My cock is long and hard, pressed against the cheeks of her ass.
She hovers over me. “I’m sure.”
I put my hands on her hips, and she leans over and kisses me.
I let her lead. But it’s hard because I want to be inside her.
I break the kiss long enough to look at her. Watching her become more confident with me does something to my chest that has nothing to do with sex. She trusts me.
She rises to her knees and brings my cock in front of her. She positions me at her entrance, and I’m holding my breath as she slowly slides down my length.
My moan fills the room, and she stops. Her eyes search mine. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’ve never…” I shake my head, trying to pull myself together. “I’ve never been bare. Fuck, you feel good, baby.”
She pauses. “You’ve never…?”
I grit my teeth because her pussy tightens. “No… damn…”
She puts her hands on my chest and slowly lifts up. “So this…”—she slowly lowers herself—“feels good?”
I groan as she sinks down on me. “Fuck, yes, you feel so good.”
She slides against me, up and down, back and forth, finding her own rhythm. All of it feels good to me, so I put my hands on her hips and let her take control.
She’s grinding into me, and as soon as a moan leaves her lips, I’m on the brink of losing it. I reach between us and put my finger on her swollen clit. She arches her back, riding me, and I can’t take my eyes off her. I love seeing her like this.
“Fuck, I need you to come, Nicole. Come for me, baby.”
Her body jerks, and her pussy clamps onto me. There’s no more holding back. I grunt, lifting my hips, meeting her thrust for thrust as we ride out the orgasm together.
I fill her up with my seed, and for the first time in my life, I’m wishing that something would come of it. Just the thought of making babies with Nicole makes me wild.
She lies sprawled on top of me, and I’m brushing my hands up and down her back. She tries to move, but I hold her to me. “No, not yet. I don’t want to move.”
She lifts up just enough to look at me. “That was… amazing.”
I smile. “That was perfect.”
She kisses me, and I swear I can feel my dick lengthening while I’m still inside her.
Her eyes widen in shock, and she breaks the kiss. “Uh… is that normal? I thought…”
I shrug. “I’m beginning to think that anything with you is possible.”
She gives me another quick kiss, and before I can stop her, she raises herself off me, stands up, and makes her way to what I’m assuming is the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
I hear water come on, and then she peeks out the door. “I’m going to shower real quick, okay?”
I rise up. “Can I join you?”
Her eyebrows lift to her hairline. “You want to shower with me?”
I nod. “Yes.”
She seems to think about it. “Sure.”
She leaves the door open, and I get out of the bed and follow her. By the time I get in there, she has her hair in a top knot on her head and she’s standing under the spray of the water.
She looks at me curiously, but I step in next to her.
The shower is big, but I don’t give her any space.
It’s almost as if I think if I give her space, she’s going to freak out or something.
She reaches out of the shower and comes back with a washcloth for each of us.
I make quick work of cleaning myself up, and then I focus on her, taking her cloth from her hands.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I smile as I trail my hand down her body to cup her womanhood. “Taking care of you.”
She gestures to the bedroom. “I think you just did that.”
I kiss her neck. “You know what I mean.”
I don’t take advantage of the situation. I get us both cleaned up, and we stand next to each other drying off. I love that she’s getting more and more comfortable with me seeing her body.
I pull her naked from the bathroom and help her into the bed, sliding in next to her. Neither of us says a word as we thread our arms and legs together.
She goes quiet for a few minutes before saying, “You know you don’t have to stay.”
My entire body stills. “Do you want me to leave?”
She answers instantly. “No.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Then why would I?”
She shrugs against me. “I don’t know. I figured you might have somewhere else to be.”
I pull back enough to look at her. “Nicole, when I’m with you, there is nowhere else I want to be.” I brush my thumb across her cheek. “You’re going to have to get used to me.”
She smiles. “Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
I pull her closer again. Because whether she realizes it or not, I’m already planning how to make this work. The secret. Her dad. The press. Whatever else gets in our way. I’ll deal with all of it. As long as I get to keep her.