Walk Off (Double Play Series Book 5)

by Nicole Rodrigues

  He braces his elbows above my head, caging me in as his hands push my hair off my forehead. He looks into my eyes as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him inside me, further and further until he's there.

  We say nothing, letting our bodies do the talking. His hips collide with mine, harder and without rhythm as he grunts, capturing my lips in his and then pulling back, studying my face.

  I bite my bottom lip feeling the orgasm slowly start to creep up my body, the bliss, the need to connect to him, to know this is real.

  A small bead of sweat drips off his forehead into my hair, his hands cupping my cheeks as he pumps, frenzied and crazed. I moan, throwing my head back and he groans, capturing my lips hungrily with his again, opening my mouth as I arch up off the bed. I chase his lips not wanting them to untangle, as his release explodes into my body, my walls milking him, greedily taking everything that he's offering me.

  He rolls off of me without a word, his cock still inside me as he pulls me up against his chest, wrapping an arm around my naked waist.

  I hear his breathing slow down and I link our hands together in between our chests.

  “He didn't get to do what he wanted. My friend Patricia saw us and...she stopped him. He did hit me though, once...that night because I didn't want to. We were at a party and there we people around. I wanted to go somewhere alone but…”

  His hand tightens around mine and he nuzzles his face into my hair.

  “I'm going to crush his skull with my bare hands, Blondie. No man should ever hit a woman or force her to do something she doesn't want to do.”

  “He's not worth it, Nico. It was a long time ago.”

  “But people don't forget those things, Lace,” he whispers, tracing a finger down the side of my ribs.

  “No, they dont, I don't...but bein’ with you these past couple months has slowly made my body forget his touch and replace it with yours.”

  “Sleep, Blondie. I'm not going anywhere tonight.”

  “Can we go to your hotel? I just want it to be you and me tonight,” I whisper rubbing my hand down his cheek.

  “Whatever you want to do, Blondie.”

  He lifts me to sit on the bed, buttoning his shirt on my naked body. He pulls underwear from my drawer and my sweatpants from the other.

  I watch as he reaches into his backpack for a t-shirt and shorts and I move to the edge of the bed biting the top of my lip.

  “You know it would be easier if you just left some stuff here, ya know, when you're in town. It just makes more sense, right? Instead of bringin’ a bag every time?”

  Nico stops rummaging in his bag and looks at me, his expression not giving anything away. Dammit Lacey.

  “I mean it’s not a big deal, I just thought-”

  “Which one can I have?” he says his mouth lifting into a smirk.

  I let out a relieved breath and stand, walking to my dresser and opening the top drawer.

  “You can share a drawer with my sexy shirts,” I smirk.

  “I would be honored, Blondie,” he says kissing my forehead.

  He takes the rest of his clothes out of his backpack and tosses it into my closet.

  We walk out of my room holding hands and walk down to his car out front, driving to his hotel in silence.

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  We undress in the room slowly, eyeing each other and walk to the bed, getting under the covers.

  I burrow myself further into his body as he pulls me flush against him, his ridge buried in between my legs against my opening and I want him so badly again but I'm emotionally exhausted. His big arm is draped over me, protecting me, loving me.

  After a few minutes I hear a small snore escape his nose and I smile.

  “I think I love you, Hulk,” I whisper.

  “You do, Blondie, but not as much as I think I love you.”

  “I didn't know you were still awake, I woulda never said that.”

  “I'm the Hulk, Lace. Break down those walls or I'll do it myself. Goodnight my love.”

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  “You know we didn't use a condom last night,” Nico says as he plays with my hair in bed.

  Bella woke us early for an emergency and I promised I would meet her at my mamas, but I don't want to leave this bed.

  “I'm on the pill and clean,” I whisper back.

  “Me too,” he says smiling. “Clean I mean, not on the pill.”

  I laugh and slap his chest and he grabs my hand kissing my knuckles.

  “I wanna do this, Blondie. This thing between us. I want to be your man, not just the dick, tongue and fingers you use to get yourself off.”

  I laugh and roll my eyes.

  “Oh my God, that is the most eloquent thing anyone has ever said to me. You're great at this boyfriend thing, I'm jumpin’ at the opportunity.”

  He rolls on top of me caging me underneath him and pushes his length inside me. I buck up, my back off the bed as he pushes deeper and deeper into me.

  “Nico…” I moan.

  “Yes, Blondie. The answer I'm looking for is yes,” he grunts, pumping harder into me.

  “You can't just fuck me into agreement, you savage.”

  “Fine,” he says pulling out.

  I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging into the meat of his ass.

  “Don't you dare pull out. Fine, you win. I'm yours, okay?”

  “Thank you,” he smirks, pushing all the way inside me again. “I should get it in writing now that you're under my spell.”

  “Shhh, stop talkin’ or I'll take it back. Make me come, baby,” I say my voice dripping with desperation.

  He reaches between us and his fingers pinch my clit as he sits up, his mouth diving down to my breast descending on my nipple, biting it between his teeth as I look down.

  I like watching him hypnotize my body, seeing him bring it to the brink just from his touch. He looks up at me and smiles around my nipple. He hollows out his cheeks as he sucks it further into his mouth, the feeling a straight jolt to my pussy.

  “Yesss,” I moan, grabbing the back of his head. “Like that, everything, all of it, oh God.”

  His fingers continue to pinch my clit, his mouth moving to my other breast as his cock brings me closer and closer to the edge. He pops my nipple out of his mouth and pushes in until he meets resistance and I explode, taking him in further than I've ever taken a man before, so damn deep that he touched my heart.

  His. I'm his.

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  “Y’all did great today,” Rose says smiling as we walk to the door.

  “Thanks,” I mumble.

  Remembering Weston, all the men I’ve caved to and then released, Nico in my bed, in my heart. I’m so done for today. I just want to curl up in my bed and sleep until I can’t remember any of it.

  “We should eat, you look exhausted,” Nico says quietly putting his hand on my back.

  I nod and don’t have a smartass remark. I don’t tell him to take his hand off my back and I don’t refuse to let him drive me when he opens his passenger door for me.

  I get into his car willingly, leaning my head against the window and feel myself drift off before he even starts the car.

  Chapter 10

  Nico

  I look over and see Lacey’s chest rise and fall as I put the car in park outside my sister in law’s restaurant. I remember when I took her here for her birthday in the beginning of our relationship, pre-bet mayhem, before we finally decided to give this thing a real go. How she literally inhaled crawfish like it was a sport.

  Two years ago...march

  I look at myself in the floor length mirror and smile. My blonde, curly hair is pulled up in a messy updo, my little black dress hugging my tiny frame.

  “Knockout Turner. Fuckin’ knockout.”

  I smirk at my reflection and hear the buzzer to the apartment ring.

  “Yes?” I answer.

  “Your chariot awaits madam,” says Nico in a wistful voice.

  I laugh and shake my
head.

  “Cut the shit, Hulk, we both know you're the furthest thing from Prince Charmin’.”

  “Fine, tried to be a gentleman. Get your sexy self down here in less than a minute or your birthday present is gonna be a nice red ass,” he says in his commanding tone.

  “Much better.”

  I grab my purse off the front table and lock the door behind me. I tried to avoid this at all costs, but someone has a big damn mouth, aka my mama. Somehow Nico got word that today was my birthday and he texted and called until I finally agreed to let him take me to dinner.

  He's been back in Miami the whole week so I would be lying if I said I didn't miss him. All week. All fucking week he's tortured me. Called at night and had me panting on the phone with my fingers against my clit and smug voice on the other end, his growls as he came from the sound of me moaning. Moaning and orgasming from his goddamn voice.

  This scares the shit out of me, truthfully. I know once I finally let him in, that's when it all will come crumbling down. The moment I ignored my mother's letter, ignored her warning, Weston Parker happened.

  This time it would be worse, so much worse. I think I'm falling for him, dammit.

  Those thoughts swirl around my brain as I walk out of my apartment building and see Nico leaning against his red Nissan GTR. His arms are folded and draped in a white button-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The top button is undone, and his black slacks strangle his muscular thighs. He looks gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous and I want to say fuck dinner and come upstairs to fuck me.

  “Breathtaking, Lacey Lee. Like fine wine, Blondie, you get better with age.”

  “Stop,” I laugh. “How do your balls breathe in those? I hear them cryin’ out in pain from here,” I say walking closer and placing a hand on his chest.

  “Always with the comments. Am I ever gonna get you to take something serious for once?” he asks moving a stray hair behind my ear.

  “Nico…”

  “Let's do this another time, sorry. It's your birthday. Time to celebrate, yeah?”

  I nod thankful for the change of conversation, shelving those terrifying emotions for another day.

  “So, where ya takin’ me?” I ask buckling myself.

  “You'll see.”

  Nico reaches his hand over the middle console and grabs mine putting it on the stick.

  “You wanna control my stick, Blondie?”

  I laugh and shake my head reaching into his lap and rubbing him.

  “Both?” I smile.

  “Don't be naughty, birthday girl. Keep your hand off this stick until later. I love this car and I don't feel like crashin’ it.”

  I roll my eyes and take my hand away.

  “Okay, when I say pull the stick down, do this,” he says going through the motion.

  I nod and pull the stick when he gives me the command and the car revs.

  “Ohhh can I drive this later? It's my birthday, please?”

  “Sorry, Blondie. Love ya, but no way in Hell.”

  I freeze at his words and he smiles looking over to me. He sees my face and clears his throat focusing back on the road.

  “My brother's fiance, Heather, owns this restaurant. Best crawfish in all of Louisiana. Do you like crawfish?” he asks.

  My mind is reeling at his words and I nod numbly as I take my hand off the stick and sit back in my seat.

  We drive in silence the rest of the way and he parks in the front of a small little shack named Heather's Heaven and Hell.

  “I've heard of this place,” I say getting out of the car.

  “Lots of people have. It was on one of those must eat places on your trip to Louisiana lists. She's been swamped since. Had to hire on five more people just to keep up with the rush.”

  We walk inside and the smell of spices hits my nose. God, that smells so good.

  A curvy redhead comes bouncing our way and wraps her arms around Nico. He laughs hugging her back and I feel my body heat. I feel my fist clench and my teeth grind together. What the hell is this? Is this...jealousy? Oh God!

  “Lacey, meet my soon to be sister-in-law, Heather. Heather, this is the birthday girl, Lacey Turner.”

  I feel my body relax but the sinking feeling that I'm in so deep with Nico remains. I feel the pit of anxiety in the bottom of my belly.

  “It's so nice to meet you. Nico's told us nothin’ but great things,” she gushes bringing me in for a hug.

  “Well I've heard amazin’ things about this place! I'm excited to try your crawfish, it's my all-time favorite.”

  “Well then I got a special treat for y'all! Come on.”

  She motions for us to follow her and walks through the restaurant through a hall to a door at the end.

  She pushes it open and there are tea lights all around the ceiling and a table set for two with a candle in the middle.

  “Oh my Gosh,” I whisper.

  “All Nico's idea, we just set it up. I'll have someone come by and take your orders, but I already got a fresh batch of the goods cookin’ up special for ya.”

  She leaves the room and I turn to Nico.

  “This is...nice, really thoughtful of you, Nico, you didn't have to do this.”

  “Listen, I know we...well I don't know what we are,” he laughs. “But I like spending time with you, I like fucking you and I wanted to do something special.”

  “My gosh, how did I hook such a gentleman,” I smirk.

  “All kidding aside, I wanna keep doing what we're doing, whatever it is. Deal?”

  “I...what if I wanna think about it?” I ask crossing my arms over my chest.

  “Funny, Blondie. I wasn't really giving you a choice.”

  He puts a finger under my chin and lifts my face to his, capturing my lips against his in a slow, loving kiss.

  Shit.

  “Want your present now? The one I can actually give you in public that is,” he smirks breaking the kiss as I was just getting started.

  “Nico, why did you get me somethin'? Dinner is enou-”

  He shuts me up with a kiss again and I melt into him, taking the passion that drips off his lips, seeping into mine.

  “Anything else to say? Because next time I'll shut you up with my cock.”

  I scoff and swat his chest, his deep laugh pulling my heart closer to him.

  “Thank you. Is that allowed, you kinky fuck?”

  He laughs again, throwing his head back and then wrapping me in a big bear hug I swear he might break a rib.

  “God, you are the best, you know that right? Where the hell have you been all my life, Lacey Turner?” he whispers dropping me to my feet, his gaze holding mine.

  “Let's eat,” I say smiling turning towards one of the chairs, trying to defog my brain.

  He takes my chair and pulls it out for me then drops a small box in front of me on the table.

  “Happy birthday, Blondie,” he whispers cupping my cheek.

  I open the box and pull out a silver charm bracelet. On it there are four colored charms, a L, the female symbol, and a fist.

  I look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

  “You said your family is important to you. Your dad and mom’s birthstones, your brothers, L for your name, that symbol because you are one badass woman and the fist to remember me. Whatever this is, whenever it ends, if it ends, at least I know you'll think of me sometimes,” he says smiling.

  I close my eyes stopping the tears. I've become so good at shutting off my feelings, it's become easy, but he is testing my limits tonight and there's only so much pushing I can do without falling flat on my face.

  “Thank you, Nico. This is a really thoughtful gift,” I say smiling at him.

  He reaches over the table, taking my wrist in his hand as he clasps it for me. He takes my hand, pulling it up to his mouth and kissing the top.

  “Don't thank me yet, Blondie. The night is still young.” He winks and that's it, I'm a puddle of mushy desire on this damn floor. I'm Frosty the fucking Snowm
an at the end of that damn movie and there is no amount of resistance left in my body. I'm his. God dammit, I'm so his.