Walk Off (Double Play Series Book 5)

by Nicole Rodrigues

  I flinch at his words but mask it quickly. This isn't the same, this is so very different.

  “I don't get on my knees very often, Hulk. Don't count on tonight bein’ any different.”

  “Mmm that southern sass is so fucking hot, Ms. Turner.”

  I smirk and put my hand behind his head pulling his head closer to mine, our lips finally touching, a fraction of an inch, barely a brush.

  “You gonna keep talkin’?”

  He smirks, his hands going down to cup my ass and lifts me in the air with such ease I swear I flew for a hot second. I gasp and his lips smash against mine, my hands fisting the back of his t shirt as I grind my body against him, brazenly taking what I want. I pull his tongue into my mouth, our lips wrestling, his fingers gripping my ass so hard, it's probably leaving a mark through my damn jeans.

  “You're so fucking beautiful,” he growls in my ear, biting my lobe.

  I latch onto his neck, dropping kisses from one side to the other, gripping him harder in my fist, my body screaming out for more, desperate for a release.

  His hand goes up and cups my breast, finding my nipple through my t shirt and bra and pinches it.

  “You like this, Turner?” he pants.

  I nod grabbing his cheeks to shut him up, kissing him again, dropping my body a little until my center collides with his hard length.

  “Grind on me, Blondie. Come on my fuckin’ jeans. One of many,” he smirks, pushing his pelvis into me harder.

  The rough material of my jeans pushes into my sensitive clit and my God, I'm such a rookie right now. I swear I'm gonna come without him even touching me.

  “You ain’t that good, Hulk,” I say instead. “Don't flatter yourself. It's gonna take a little more than a dry hump against the bar wall.”

  I launch for his lips again, my hand fisting his hair, the other fisting his shirt. He pushes into me, slow and hard, over and over and if we don't get kicked out of this bar it'd be a damned miracle. We're practically banging with clothes on before I hear Bella's voice from behind him.

  “Hate to break up this party, but I'm gonna head out. You comin’, Lace?”

  Dammit Bella.

  I untangle myself from Nico and wipe my mouth, smirking as if I wasn't about to just orgasm in public and I kiss him on his cheek instead.

  “Gimme your phone, Hulk,” I say reaching around to his ass pocket.

  He types in the code as I put in my number and slide it back into his back pocket.

  “Call me, okay?” I say patting his chest.

  I wink and start to brush past him, but Nico grabs my arm.

  “Wait, you're really leaving?”

  His face is pained and confused. Believe me buddy I'm right there with you. Babe blue balls are a thing. A terrible, terrible thing.

  “Chicks before dicks, even though I reallyyyyy wanted yours tonight. Like I said, call me.“

  Bella and I exit the bar, and I pray I get a phone call from him. I don't usually give a shit if they call or not, but the way Nico spoke to me, took my shit and gave it right back to me, that asshole in my bed would be explosive. I want it. I want it really, really bad.

  ----

  “So y’all had great chemistry from the very beginning, huh?”

  We both nod and reliving that story is making me sweat. I swear the temperature in the room just shot up and I feel a little lightheaded.

  “You need water?” Nico says, his voice rough and I know he’s thinking about it too.

  I nod and he gets up to walk over to the cooler. I watch his ass move in his jeans, clenching my thighs together. He comes back with the water and I guzzle it down quickly.

  “When was the last time y’all were intimate,” Rose asks.

  I choke on the last sip of my water and Nico pats my back.

  “We...we haven't been for...I...I’m not sure,” I answer.

  “Nineteen days,” Nico answers.

  I snap my head to him and arch my eyebrow.

  “You’ve been countin’?”

  “I mean I don’t keep a calendar and check off the days or anything but I...I guess yeah, I just remember.”

  “Okay, I want y’all to do something for me for next time. Nico you're goin’ to Miami for the week, correct?”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  “I want you to both write down a time in your life that you wish you could take back. The catch is that it can’t have anything to do with each other, it has to be from something that happened before y’all met. I usually like to say there should be no regrets, only lessons but I want y’all to dig deep and think of a time where maybe you weren’t proud of yourself. We’re gonna share them at your next session and then burn them, let them go and continue on with working on this relationship. Can y’all do that?”

  We both nod and get to our feet, say our goodbye to Rose and walk towards the parking lot.

  “So, when do you leave?” I ask Nico.

  “Tomorrow morning. I can...come by and bring dinner tonight if you want?”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I...I need to get some rest tonight.”

  “I’m sorry about the other night, I just...you were sleeping so well, and I didn’t want to wake you. If I’m being honest, Lace, I just wanted to lay with you. I miss you so much.”

  “Nico...I can’t do this right now,” I say turning away from him.

  “I know, I’m sorry. Can I see you before I leave tomorrow though? What time do you get into work?”

  “I have a meeting at 9, so maybe 8:30.”

  “Can I bring you breakfast to the house? I have to be on the tarmac by 8. Even if you’re sleeping, leave the key and I’ll come in and drop breakfast. I just want to see you before I go...please.”

  “Okay. Tomorrow then. I’ll leave the key under the mat.”

  I reach for my door handle, but Nico is already there, opening it for me and our hands touch. After this session, I’m fully aware of my need for Nico’s body, the chemistry we have when we’re this close.

  He clears his throat and takes his hand off my door and I turn to give him a small smile.

  “Bye, Blondie.”

  “Bye, Hulk.”

  Chapter 6

  Lacey

  Three years ago...february

  Nico: Thank you for the blue balls yesterday, Blondie. Much appreciated. Great to meet you.

  Lacey: Don't act like you're the only one that suffered.

  Nico: See me tonight and we'll rectify it.

  Lacey: Friday.

  Nico: 4 days away? You little tease. I don't think there will be anything left of me by then.

  Lacey: There better be. Call me later and maybe I can help keep you alive.

  Nico: Promise?

  Lacey: As long as you answer the phone with that dirty mouth.

  Nico: You want my dirty mouth, Blondie, maybe as much as I want yours.

  Lacey: I'm at work. Stop making me picture filthy things, Nicholas.

  Nico: Ever taken a man on that desk you're probably leaning against? Those legs clamped together, trying to forget what my cock felt like rubbing between them?

  Lacey: What part of ‘I'm at work’ don't you understand?

  Nico: I'm taking you on that desk one day, Lacey. Slide that tight skirt up and over that sexy, little ass.

  Lacey: Stop, I ain't kiddin’. I don't fuck at work, my mama is right next door.

  Nico: Blondie, I'm disappointed in you. Thought you were gonna be a fun one.

  Lacey: I know what you're doin’ and it ain't gonna work.

  Nico: Call me later when you find that sexpot from the pub.

  Lacey: You have no fuckin’ clue what you're gettin’ yourself into, Nicholas. I'll eat you alive.

  Nico: God, I hope so. Get back to work on the desk that I'll eventually bend you over.

  Lacey: Fuck you.

  Nico: Ha! Now we're talkin’, Blondie. Talk to you later ;)

  ---

  “Knock, knock,” says a voice from my doorway a
t the office.

  I nearly choke on my tongue as I see Nico stroll through the door holding a box.

  “What the fuck are you doin’ here?” I whisper yell as I get to my feet.

  I walk to my door looking out in the hall and shut it quickly.

  “Brought you donuts. Cinnamon bun explosion. Heard that was a thing around here,” he says shrugging putting them down on my desk.

  “Oh, you heard, huh? Let me guess, you had Damon do the dirty work for you? Y'all got played, those are my mama's favorite,” I laugh walking around to sit in my chair.

  Nico watches me cross my legs and I lean back bracing my hands on the arm rests.

  “If you're picturing me bent over that desk, keep picturin’. Ain't gonna happen, Hulk,” I say arching an eyebrow.

  “I wasn't picturing that,” he says his voice low.

  He walks to my side of the desk and before I can push away from him, he grabs the back of the chair, keeping me in place. His head goes down and his lips brush my ear. “I was picturing you sitting on that desk and my face between your legs.”

  I exhale, fully aware that I still haven't fucked this man and my body is screaming at me to make his words true. Just a small taste, it's begging.

  “Again, like I said this mornin’, I don't do that here,” I say trying to make my voice as stern as possible.

  “A shame really, because I can smell how much you want to.”

  He takes a deep breath in and kisses my cheek. I clamp my legs together tighter.

  “Why deny your body what it wants?” he whispers.

  “My body wants a lot of things I don't allow it to have. The slow torture makes it worth it when I finally succumb.”

  He sucks in a breath and I smile. Two can play this game buddy.

  His finger comes up to my chin and traces a slow, alluring line down my throat, over my collarbone, down towards my breast and I grab it before it goes any further.

  “My lunch break is over,” I say breathlessly.

  Nico laughs, a low throaty laugh and stands, walking out of my door without a glance back.

  That bastard.

  ---

  “Knock, knock.”

  “Oh, for fucks sake, Nico, stop this!” I say throwing my hands in the air as he walks into my office the next day.

  He laughs and sits in the chair opposite me.

  “I come for business this time. I’m interested in doing some charity stuff. You're the queen of it I've heard.”

  “You heard right,” I say arching an eyebrow. “What are you thinkin’?” I ask leaning forward on my elbows.

  “Something with kids.”

  I eye him and command my heart to sit the fuck down. Nope. You too ovaries. Sit. The. Fuck. Down.

  “Okay. We have Second Chances or the YMCA. We also do programs at the local elementary school.”

  I open my laptop and nod for him to come around to my side. He stands, slowly striding over to me and leans forward, putting his hands on my desk, caging me in.

  “I like the Second Chances idea. If we could squeeze in an elementary school visit, that would be cool too.”

  His chest touches my back and I control my desire to turn around and crash our lips together. He worked me up enough yesterday that I considered taking a long bathroom break to release some of the tension after.

  “Second Chances has an Olympics event coming up. We actually have your team already on it. Adam is a fuckin’ dickhead, but he agreed on 60%. So be a part of that and I'll set up some type of assembly for the Elementary school. Something like this maybe?”

  I say pointing to my screen. Nico leans forward, his hand moving down to my upper thigh as his other grips the desk harder.

  “Oh yeah, this could be cool. Can we make it schoolwide? Not just for the upper grades?” he asks inching his hand higher.

  I shut my eyes and breathe through my nose, getting my composure then opening them.

  “We can do whatever you want,” I say my voice rougher than normal.

  “Whatever I want, huh?” he whispers.

  He moves his hand in between my legs, and I open them, my brain telling my legs to close. Close immediately! They don't listen.

  “Whatever you want,” I say breathlessly.

  “I like you compliant, Blondie,” he says in my ear, his lips on my skin, lighting it on fire.

  He moves his hand higher, grazing my panties and I close my eyes again dropping my head back to his shoulder.

  “Mmm, you don't know how badly I wanna see if you taste as good as you smell. You make me wanna fuck you until my damn dick falls off.”

  His growl in my ear makes me whimper as his finger rubs against my clit, the flimsy lace separating his promises.

  “Nico, I want you to-”

  “Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you had a client, Lace,” interrupts my Aunt Charlotte in my doorway.

  Nico laughs, keeping his fingers where they are, slowly moving them against my clit and I stifle a moan.

  “We were actually just finishing,” Nico says taking his hand off me.

  I grab his wrist and look at him.

  “No, we weren't. We were just startin’,” I say through gritted teeth.

  He laughs taking my hand off his wrist.

  “I think you said we should continue our discussion Friday, no?”

  He winks, walking towards the doorway and I grit my teeth.

  “Nico Johnson by the way,” he says extending his hand towards my aunt.

  “Charlotte Gavinwood,” my aunt smirks not taking his extended hand.

  I feel my cheeks heat at her knowing gaze and Nico laughs taking his hand back as he walks past her and out of the office. I groan, rubbing my forehead in frustration.

  That shithead.

  “Do all your clients get to sample the goods before they buy?”

  I scoff and shake my head getting to my feet.

  “Gross, Aunt Charlie. Don't act like you don't let Uncle Gabe “eat in” for lunch every Friday. Nico is just a client,” I say crossing my arms over my chest.

  “Okay, okay. If he was more than a client, that would be okay too, ya know.”

  “I know, but he's not. Definitely not.”

  ---

  “Knock, knock.“

  I shake my head not looking up because I already know who it is.

  “Ya know, you've totally ruined knock, knock jokes for like, ever. I kind of want to just punch you in the face, not fuck you.”

  I'm still looking at my computer and not at him, but I see him move out of the corner of my eye.

  “I'm burying my fingers in that pussy in about five seconds and you're gonna moan my name into my fuckin’ mouth when you come.”

  I swallow, trying to remain calm as I slowly turn my chair around to face him.

  “I am, huh? A comment like that will get you a knee to the balls, Hulk,” I say crossing my hands over my chest.

  “Only if I'm speaking out of line. Tell me, Blondie, tell me to go fuck himself and you know I will. I have every damn night since I met you. My right hand can break a damn brick from the workout its been getting.”

  “Why are you pushin’ this so hard? I know I'm irresistible, but you can get any damn woman you want. I ain't lookin’ for reassurance, I have more confidence than a fuckin lion, but why?” I eye him skeptically.

  “Because you may ooze sex appeal like a lot of other women, but I don't spar with them like I do you. This is fun as fuck and makes me want you even more. Don't deny that when I finally bury my cock in you, the whole world is gonna explode, Lacey Turner. You know it,” he whispers.

  “So confident, yet so naive,” I smile pinching his chin between my thumb and pointer finger.

  “Maybe I'm a mastermind at reverse psychology,” he says putting a hand on my thigh and inching up my pencil skirt.

  He stops at the top of my stockings, fingering my garter straps. I smile as I hear his breathing pick up.