29. Riot
Riot
I ’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me nervous. Nicolette knowing the truth. For over ten years my greatest fear had been a reporter or someone with her credentials finding out whathappenedthat night.
And even though an innate sliver of doubt still clung to my subconscious, a sense of comfort settled over me, knowing she knew the truth.
For the longest time, the only person I had no secrets from was my brother.
It was like a ten-ton weight had been lifted off my chest when Nicolette whispered those words to me.
Weshareda secret from the whole world and although itwasa secret that could destroy what littlewasleftof my family, a part of mewasexhilarated to know that she wasthe other half of my secret now.
“What do you think?”
Iturnedto see Nicolette emerge from the lanai, her perfect bodydrapedin a small sundress, red with small white flowers.
She didn’t wear a lot of color often,I’dnoticed, so itwasalmost likeseeingher for the first time.
She did a little spin, and itfannedaround the tops of her thighs and I could feel the heat shoot right to my groin.
Her long legshada crisp tan now and the way the white flowers complemented her skin was captivating.
Her hair, normallypulledup high, nowfellin waves around her shoulders.
It, too,fannedaround her while shespunin seemingly slow motion.
“I take it from the extended silence and ogling that you're a fan. Good.” She smirked, and I cleared my throat.
“Yeah, wow. Um, you look really nice,” I stammered. Glancing at my watch, I snagged my keys off the hook.
When we’d parked in the back of the ball field, I fiddled with the radio, tuning it to the station that broadcasted the sound of the movie, something about a dog, I wasn’t sure.
“Did you go to prom?” she asked abruptly. I looked over, and she was squinting like she’d never heard of the term.
“I did.” I nodded, cautiously curious. She nodded, a vacant expression on her face. “I was Prom King,” I muttered.
Sheraisedher chin like a memorywasflooding back to her.“Yeah, I think I rememberhearingthat. I didn’t pay much attention but I remember Jeremy being butthurt about it.”Nicolettelookedover at me and the subtle sadness in her smilepulledat me.
“You went with Jeremy,” I stated almost like a question. Had I known that? The sound of his name burned a little hole in my confidence.
“For about an hour.” She rolled her eyes. “I never went to mine.” A contorted smile twisted her lips and I couldn’t tell if I saw sadness or regret there. A few ideas danced in my mind as she fiddled with her jewelry.
“Could you help me with this? It keeps getting tangled.” She motioned to the thin gold necklace that was unclasped around her neck.
I swallowed hard. She inched over, flipping up the armrest so there was no barrier between us.
My heartbeat caught in my throat as she swept the wavy mass of hair over one shoulder, handing me the clasp of the delicate chain.
We’d spent all week exploring each other’s bodies but every moment I spent with her was like the first time and I was a jumbled mess of nerves.
My fingersfumbled. Small goosebumpsspreadover her skin where my fingertipstouchedher. The overwhelming urge to press my lips to the back of her neckwasinterruptedby a motion out the front window .
We turned our gaze to see two women, one holding the hand of a toddler staring at us through the windshield. One muttered something to the other, and she shook her head, distastefully.
Before I could process the judgment, Nicolettewhippedher head around andgrabbedmy face in her hands,pullingher lips to mine with eager desire.
Out of the corner of my eye, Isawone of the women bring ashockedhand to her mouth beforeusheringher child away. Idrankin the light grin on Nicolette's lips. Somethingbloomedin my chest at how fearless shewas, how possessive of meshe’dbecome. I wanted to consume all of her.
My hands moved to the back of her neck, that soft, tender skin I knew lit a fire in her.
I parted my lips, letting my tongue explore her mouth.
She met me, motion for motion, just as she always had, not backing down, not shying away, but greeting everything I offered with passion and fire of her own.
“They’re gone,” I murmured against her teeth, her lips spreading into a mischievous grin.
“I know,” she whispered low and lascivious, moving closer. She pressed her chest into me and I was undone.
My armswrappedaround her backside. Ipulledher closer to me. Sheslidher right leg over my lap and I could feel mystrainederectionpushinginto the warm center of her body. A low cursehissedthrough my teeth. Her thighsfellto either side of my hips.
Iwovemy fingers through her wild, blonde locks andlether golden hair fall over me. Shewasa tidal wave of lilac and beauty and fierce femininity.
Her hands moved to the top of my jeans. I sucked in a breath. “Someone might see,” I said, pulling back to gaze into her eyes.
“Let ’em watch,” she replied huskily. We had parked in the back but, still, I scanned the crowd. Everyone appeared to be nestled into their seats, their attention on the screen ahead.
My heart ticked up another beat in anticipation when she unzipped my jeans, letting me spring free before running her hand along my length.
My head rolled back, eyes squeezed shut, reveling in the feel of her lips on my neck, her body pressed against my chest. She seemed eternal, perched there on top of me and I’d never get enough.
I opened my eyes and studied her face. She positioned herself right above me.
I slipped a finger beneath the lacy cotton under her dress and sensed the wet heat there.
Pulling it to the side, I let my tip slide easily across the slick opening to her body and I memorized the perfect arch of her parted lips. Her eyes flashed open and met mine.
Something tightpassedbetween us. Tender, but heavy. Her expressionwasserious and sincere when sheloweredherself on top of me,stretchingher body to envelop me entirely. Iclutchedher to my chest,wishingher heartbeat could touch my own as shemovedrhythmically above me.
“Riot…” she exasperated and her words tightened my lower abdomen. Our collective breath fogged the windows with the warm exhalations of our shared air.
As her head tilted back I brought my lips to her breasts, pulling down the neckline of her sundress to expose her beaded pink nipples. I let my tongue lave over her and the small noises I heard in her chest were everything.
Her forehead crushed itself against mine as she tightened around me. A high-pitched squeak escaped her throat. Her fingernails raked through my scalp and it was all I could do to stay in one piece while I shattered underneath her, endlessly inside her.
We remained entwined there for several minutes, our breath catching up to us. I inhaled everything about her. She lifted herself off my lap.
We were jolted out of our little reverie by the loud sound of a horn honking. My eyes bolted wide, and a humored chuckle exhaled from her lips. Her ass had hit the horn on the steering wheel.
Her cheeksreddened. Sheclampeda hand over her mouth and Itriedto muffle a snort but couldn’t help myself. Iletmy head roll back, a deep laughrumbled through my chest.
"So much for not bringing attention to ourselves," I muttered and she snickered harder.
As she collapsed against my chest, I brushed my fingers through her hair. After a minute I grabbed a small towel from the backseat to clean ourselves. She shifted next to me but settled into my arms, her warm cheek pressed against my chest. I loved it there. I loved her there.