I laugh hopping off the counter and reach for his jeans popping the top button.
“You should feel special, Hulk, I don't do this very often,” I whisper in his ear.
“So you've said.”
He backs away from the stove a little as I drop to my knees in front of him. I pull his zipper down as he springs free and I grip the base of him.
“This could be dangerous, Blondie,” he rasps.
“Concentrate on the food, Hulk, not on my mouth wrapped around your cock.”
“Fuck, Lacey,” he growls.
The fork slams on the stove and his hands grip the counter as I wrap my lips around him, licking around his head as I drop down further and further until he presses against the back of my throat. The taste of me and him mixed together is arousing. I lick him like I can't get enough of it, because I can't.
I was telling him the truth, I really don't do this very often. I don't actually, ever. I only ever did with Weston but since that night, I promised myself I would never get on my knees again. Something about Nico calls to me though, I want to make him feel even a fraction of what he made me feel tonight. Desire, lust, a crazed need that has never hit me with anyone else.
He reaches for the back of my head and I stiffen. He grabs my hair and moves it to the side, running his fingers softly through my curly locks. I relax as he plays with my hair, not pushing my head down towards his body.
“Like that Lace, feels so good. So sexy...you're so sexy,” he moans.
His deep, raspy voice invades my brain and I reach down between my legs, stroking my folds, his sounds bringing me to the edge.
“I'm gonna come, Lacey, right down that beautiful throat,” he whispers running a thumb down the front of my neck. “Come, Blondie.”
I nod, my mouth and hand pumping him, my fingers desperately moving against my clit.
“Mmmm,” I moan around him as he spills himself in my mouth, slamming a hand on the counter.
His control evaporating is my undoing and I rock against my fingers, my release crashing into me as he pulls himself out and I pant, catching my breath.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans. “Funny how I called that one at the bar, no?” he laughs.
I get to my feet hurriedly and smooth out my hair. I can't believe I just did that without panicking, without freaking out and I actually...enjoyed it. Shit. Don't analyze, Lacey, don't analyze, just feel.
“You...thank you for breakfast I…”
“Did I hurt you?” he asks concern on his face. “I was only makin’ a joke I-”
“No,” I respond not looking him him.
“I get it. We're done I'm guessing?” Nico's voice is hard, and I flinch at his tone gritting my teeth as he zips himself back in his jeans.
“I told you, I don't do sleepovers,” I retort.
“Loud and clear,” Nico says throwing his hands up.
He shuts off the burner, plating the omelet and bacon and sets a dish on the table.
“I don't know what the fuck just happened but enjoy,” he says with a fake smile plastered on his face.
He grabs his keys off the table and stomps towards the door, shutting it loudly behind him.
“Dammit,” I grumble sitting down at the kitchen table.
I move the food around my plate, taking a small bite and enjoying the flavors. He really does make an amazing omelet. I put a leg underneath my butt and feel the soreness. The smell of Nico coming from his shirt that I'm wrapped in, comforts me.
Bella will be home soon then he'll be off my mind. I finish eating and sit on the couch, flipping through the channels and my phone buzzes.
Nico: I'm at the Hilton on Route 4. Room 523. I'm not done with you, Blondie and I know you're not done with me either.
I shake my head throwing my phone.
Dammit. Damn him.
I mindlessly watch a rerun of Teen Mom and punch the pillow next to me. I'm still so turned on, my body shaking with need for him again. I shouldn't give in to it, I should ignore it.
“Oh fuck this,” I mumble.
I go to my room, throwing on leggings and grab clothes for work tomorrow, just in case. I grab my keys off the hook and lock the door behind me as I walk to the parking lot and get into my car.
My mind is racing the whole twenty minutes to the hotel and I cut the engine in the parking lot.
Don't do it Lacey, drive back home.
I put the keys back into the ignition and my body fights with itself. To turn it or not, that is the question.
I take the keys out quickly and get out of the car, reaching into the backseat for my backpack and walk into the hotel, smiling at the woman at the front desk.
The elevator ride is long and finally I'm at the fifth floor walking down the hall to Nico's room. I pace outside his door, whispering to myself, trying to talk myself out of this.
It's just sex, you said one night this is still the same night. So what if the first time I give a man a blow job since that night makes me want to do it again. I've probably just grown out of the fear, it has nothing to do with the man himself. I've always been able to separate sex and feelings and Nico is no different.
But he is, he's so different.
Just when I decide on bailing, the door swings open and Nico stands there in skin tight, baby blue boxer briefs. My gaze drops to his crotch and I push through the doorway dropping my bag on the floor and jump into his arms. I attack his lips, whipping his t shirt that I'm still wearing over my head and drop it to the floor as he shuts the door and presses me against it.
“I thought you don't do sleepovers, Blondie,” he whispers in my ear.
“Who said anything about sleepin’?”
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I roll over when I hear my alarm and reach over to my nightstand to snooze it. My hand drops over the side of the bed and I fall off, my body connecting with the hard floor.
“Dammit,” I groan.
I glance down and realize I'm naked and freeze.
Shit!
I look in the bed and see Nico sleeping with his giant arm across his forehead. I smile remembering last night. This man is insatiable and I get to my feet, feeling the ache between my legs.
I take quiet steps towards the bathroom and grab my backpack from the floor, wincing as I bend down. I suck in a breath as my body aches all over, spots I didn't even know could ache.
“Mission accomplished,” I hear a groggy voice say from the bed.
I flinch and squeak as I drop my backpack and turn.
“What?” I ask breathlessly.
“I told you that you were gonna be walkin’ funny today, Blondie. Mission. Accomplished,” he says smugly getting up from the bed.
I cross my arms over my naked chest, and he strides forward pressing my warm back against the cool wall. I suck in a breath and Nico's finger plays with my nipple. It hardens immediately under his expert touch and I smack it away. I grab his balls in my hand and squeeze as his hand slams into the wall above my shoulder, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Careful, Hulk, or I just might make some lemonade,” I smirk squeezing his balls a little harder.
“Not nice, Blondie,” he grits, opening his eyes and staring at me.
“I'm showering before work. Are you gonna behave and join me or do I need to nix the shower and just go to work smellin’ like you?”
“Mmm as intriguing as you naked and wet sounds, I might like my smell on you all day better,” he whispers in my ear.
He pinches my nipple harder and I squeeze his balls in retaliation.
“Blondie…”
“Hulk…”
“Let go on the count of three,” he laughs. “One, two, three.”
We both let go of each other and I push his chest and turn towards the bathroom.
I look over my shoulder and crook my finger.
“Let's go, Hulk. You're gonna lick me clean.”
“Keep that up and you won't be making it to work today, Blondie.”
He runs towa
rds me and I squeal as he lifts me and swats my ass. This giddy feeling I get when I'm with him, after only a week of knowing him should make me nervous, should put my walls up but it doesn't and that's the scariest part of it all.
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I roll over in bed, the throbbing between my legs is agony. My sex dreams have been sporadic but every time I woke up and then fell back asleep last night, I dreamt of him. I groan as I feel something warm against my forehead and slowly open my eyes.
Nico.
Oh God yes, I'm still dreaming.
“Best dream ever,” I say smiling.
I pull on the back of his neck, bringing his lips to mine and my body relaxes. I hope I never wake from this dream as his tongue slides into mine and I’m pushed to my back.
He pulls my tank top up and squeezes a nipple between his fingers.
“Don’t stop fuckin’ me. Even when I beg you to stop, don’t,” I moan against his lips.
His head drops down sucking a nipple into his mouth and I fist his hair, keeping him in place.
“Yesss,” I moan lifting my body up further into his mouth.
“I’ve missed this, Blondie, so damn much.”
I freeze hearing his voice and open my eyes wider.
“Oh my God, get off me!” I say pushing against his chest.
“What...what happened?” Nico asks confused getting to his feet.
“I thought I was dreamin’ I...I didn’t mean to do that, this is not...this ain’t happenin’ between us,” I say scrambling against my headboard pulling the sheet higher against my naked breasts.
“Fuck, Lacey. I...I’m sorry. I just meant to kiss your forehead and then you dragged me down I...I’m sorry. Breakfast is downstairs okay?”
I nod and he walks over to me and I put up a hand.
“Just the forehead this time,” he whispers.
He leans down pressing a kiss to my forehead and starts to walk out of the room.
“Take care of the both of you this week, okay? Call me if you need anything, anytime, at all.”
His expression is regretful as he attempts a smile and I nod.
“I will. Good luck.”
He turns and walks out the door and I throw my head back groaning.
“Jesus Christ!”
I reach over to my nightstand to text Bella and Normani and then get dressed for work.
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A couple of hours later I am walking across the hall to Double Play Physical Therapy for lunch.
“Hey there Mama!” Bella says smiling. “Ordered Tai.”
“Ugh, no thank you. Baby Hulk is not a fan of Tai. I brought a peanut butter sandwich,” I say holding up my brown paper bag.
“More for me, baby caveman lovesssss Tai,” Normani says from the other side of the room.
I laugh and walk towards the hall and into Bella’s office.
“Can I ask y’all somethin’?” I say taking a big bite of my sandwich.
“Yes, your tits will get bigger,” Bella says pointing her fork at me.
“That’s not my question but cool, I’m not complainin’ about that.”
“Except when they hurt and leak milk everywhere, but sure, keep thinkin’ it’s cool. Now what was your question?” Bella says smiling.
I roll my eyes and take another bite of my sandwich.
“Are sex dreams normal? I keep havin’ dreams about fuckin’ Nico and then last night I had a dream about the first time we had sex. It’s like my body is remindin’ me that it ain’t gettin’ any, only in my dreams. I...he came over this mornin’ to say goodbye and the dream was so real I thought it was...I made out with him this mornin’, actually he made out with my tit,” I say quickly covering my face.
“Oh my God, Lacey!” Normani gasps.
“Fuckin’ finally!” Bella says throwing her hands in the air.
“What the hell does that mean? He cheated on me Bella!” I snap.
“Come on, Lacey, maybe it’s just your hormones but do you really think he would do that? The man fuckin’ worships the ground you walk on and he knows the only reason he still has his balls in tact is because you’re carrying his baby. He loves you but he’s also petrified of you. He would never cheat on you, you’re a little crazy.”
“Well thanks, asshole, but you’re forgettin’ one small detail. There’s a picture, Bella. It wasn’t from the past either so don’t try and defend him. He was at that club that night and doesn’t remember anything except drinkin’ and goin’ to the bathroom.”
“Miguel called me,” Normani says. “Nico is askin’ him for help. He thinks someone fucked with him that night.”
“He...he does? Who would…”
My stomach drops as I think of my mother and the shit she pulled two years ago. She wouldn’t go as far as to drug Nico, would she?
You’ll never get your happy ending Lacey, I’ll make sure of it.
This bitch...
Chapter 7
Lacey
Two years ago...November
I pull my car in my driveway and notice a woman sitting on my front steps.
She looks worn down, tired and old with ratty blonde hair, ripped jeans and a t-shirt too big for her frail body.
“Can I help you?” I ask walking closer to her.
“Well if there was one thing your daddy and I did right it was makin’ you. You're even more beautiful up close,” the woman says in a raspy voice.
I freeze when her words register.
“You're...you...Kat?”
“Oh come on, drop the hardass act. I'm your mother, Lacey,” she laughs getting to her feet. Looking at her now she looks the spitting image of me, just older and skinner, like she's had a hard life.
“Don't you dare come closer to me,” I seethe. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Alright fine. You may have your daddy's heart, but I guess you have my no bullshit attitude. I'm in trouble and I need money.”
“What the hell makes you think I would ever give you anything?” I laugh.
She reaches behind her back and for a second I think she's going to pull a gun on me and I panic.
She pulls out a manila envelope and nods for me to take it. I eye it and reach for it, opening it slowly.
There are pictures inside, pictures of Nico.
“What the hell is this?” I snap looking through each one.
Nico punching someone, it looks like they're fighting. Him carrying a woman that is bruised so badly you can't even see her eye.
Did he do this?
“Your boyfriend likes to play knight in shining armor with Queens that aren't his own. That's Weston Parker that he beat the piss out of and then took his girlfriend.”
“Weston...what the...? Why is she hurt? Who did that to her?”
“Weston.”
“Jesus Christ. That son of a bitch. So Nico saved her? Why are you showin’ me this?”
“This is under wraps, and your boyfriend wants it to stay there. Apparently this led to a DWI and they pushed it under the rug. It would hurt him more than help him if this got out.”
“How do you figure that? I'm pretty sure domestic abuse is a lot worse than a DWI. Look at her!”
“They’ll both go down in flames.”
I hear the evilness in her tone and now know exactly why she showed this to me.
“You're blackmailin’ Nico? Are you kiddin’?”
“Your boyfriend has the money. Get it and I won't bring these to the press instead. I could make a pretty penny off of it but I'm bringin’ the offer to you instead?”
“And why the fuck would you do that?”
“I care about you, Lacey. You're still my daughter. I grew you inside my body for Christ sake, we will always be connected.”
“Ha!” I laugh sarcastically. “You made it perfectly clear in that letter you gave me that you want nothin’ to do with me and I ruined your life. You also ruined mine. Every word you said I've lived with, hauntin’ me, remindin’ me that I'll never be loved beca
use of you.”
“I was high when I wrote that. Bitter because your father and that whore got their happy endin’.”
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