“Come,” he grits. “I'm gonna explode all over these beautiful tits and that sassy little mouth you got, but not until you come.”
His words slam into me as he adds another finger and I tense, screaming my release, my whole block probably hearing the name of the animal bringing me to my undoing.
“Fuckkkkkk, Nico baby, yes.”
He growls as I dip my head, wrapping my lips around his length and he explodes in my mouth, pulling out and shooting the rest of his release all over my breasts.
“What a fucking sight,” he groans pumping his fist, every ounce emptying from him.
I lean my head back licking my lips as I watch him, his brows furrowing as he finally stops his movements and braces his hands on the bed above my shoulders.
“Mmm back at ya, Hulk. I just may keep you a little longer,” I smile his gaze snapping to mine.
“I'm not going anywhere. Get used to it, you brat.”
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We walk into the bar to celebrate Damon and Bella's engagement, my fingers laced through Nico's. The past few months together have been incredible.
I bought a small house for myself since Bella and Damon are building their own and we gave up our apartment. It's nice having my own space. Nico stays with me whenever he's in Louisiana and things are moving fast but they've never felt so right.
My heart is so full, fuller than I ever thought it could be. My past is behind me; Weston, the terrible words from my mother's letter, all of it and I'm living without fear and with so much love for the man next to me.
We're not perfect, far from it. We fight on a daily basis, but our makeup is worth it. Sometimes I push Nico's buttons on purpose just to bring out the animal. I never thought I would find a man that would break down my walls, break down everything I've built to protect myself, but he did.
My counterpart, the chips to my guacamole. Chips are great on their own and so is guacamole, but they're so much better together.
I laugh as I think about the comparison.
“What's so funny,” Nico whispers.
“Nothin’ I'm feelin’ silly, that's all. Silly and really happy.”
“I'm happy too, Lace.”
He leans down and kisses me as we make our way over to the booth with everyone.
We cheers and drink, laughing and reminiscing about the past couple years since we've all found each other.
I climb into Nico's lap, whispering dirty things in his ear and Lance, the annoying friend that seems to follow this crew around, interrupts.
“So, Nico, those tickets are for this weekend, dick. Enjoy the game. Although, I didn't see the actual panties,” Lance says.
Nico shakes his head, as he glances towards me and I furrow my brows.
“How do I know Lace wasn't in on it so you would win?” Lance continues.
I feel Nico stiffen and my defenses go up.
“In on what?” I ask eyeing Nico.
“Our bet. He bet he could get Jackson Turner's daughter's panties I didn't think he could. Turner took his home run titles, so he'd take his daughter, I think those were his exact words. You weren't in on it, were you?”
I freeze, untangling my fingers from his hair. It...that can't be true. He wouldn't say that. His deflating dick between my legs is all the confirmation I need.
“No,” I snap, “I wasn't. He won fair and square.”
I get up from his lap, sitting down on the chair next to him, giving him my back. My body is shaking with anger, hurt, confusion. The old Lacey rearing her ugly head. Was this all a lie?
“Lace…” His voice is soft, pleading with me but I don't turn around.
“Playoffs start next week, right?” Bella asks changing the subject. “Anyone got Houston goin’ all the way?”
“I do!” I say quickly, “Ya know what? Let's fuckin’ bet on it, huh Nicholas?” I snap getting to my feet and brush past him towards the exit.
I slam open the exit door hearing it hit against the wall and I let out a frustrated groan.
“Blondie,” I hear from behind me.
I whip around and poke my finger into the big barreled chest of the most frustrating man I've ever met. He broke down my walls to do what? Break me?
“Don't Blondie me, Hulk. You're a bastard, ya know that?”
“It was a stupid bet, you still love me,” he smirks.
“Ya know what I would love? To smack that smirk right off your damn face.”
“Oh yeah?” he says stepping closer.
“Yeah,” I say with conviction in my voice, our noses inches away from touching.
“Do it, Blondie. You know I like it when you get all southern sass on me.”
“Fuck you, Nicholas. You don't just go and bet on people like that! That's so screwed up! I can't even believe those actual words came out of your mouth. Tell me they didn't,” I say.
I try and make my voice hard, but it breaks on the last word. I don't do this. I don't love men, I just fuck them and this is the reason why. Nico has made an imprint on my heart that I can never erase.
My thoughts come back to Weston and I grit my teeth. Never again was I to let a man treat me that way, even if I love him. It was all for a fucking bet. I was the consolation prize because my father hit more home runs than him? What kind of stupid asshole does that?
“Please don't ‘Nicholas’ me, Blondie. Don't be angry with me. I said that before I knew you, before I fell in love with you. I promise you, Lace, I'm not with you because of that.”
“I should have just fucked you and bailed like I always do. I'm the fool for goin’ back. Don't follow me,” I say brushing past him.
I walk towards the outside door and open it, walking towards my car. I hear my phone ring but ignore it as I climb up into my truck and drive home.
I feel the tears start to stream down my face and remember my mother's words now. For so long I forgot them. I let my love for Nico block out her warning.
‘You have my DNA Lacey, no matter what you do, no matter where you go, it'll never leave your veins. You're destined for heartbreak just like I was.’
I slam my hand down on my steering wheel and curse, as I make the turn onto my block. I pull the truck into the drive and put it in park.
I hear my phone ring again and glance at it. I see Nico's name pop up. I swipe the screen and press the button to answer it.
“I told you to go fuck yourself. What more do you want?” I snap hiding the fact that I was just crying in the car.
My wall is back in place and I hear him let out a breath. He knows it.
“I'm comin’ over.”
“Like hell you are, I'll shoot your ass if you take one step in my drive.”
“Then get out your shotgun, Blondie, because I am.”
He hangs up the phone and I let out a frustrated yell. I stomp to my front door and reach under the mat to grab the spare key.
“Get out your shotgun, Blondie because I am,” I imitate. “Good luck gettin’ in without these, jackass.”
I unlock the door and shut it behind me turning the lock. I throw my purse down by the front door and walk into the kitchen, opening the fridge for a beer. I hear my phone buzz and ignore it, pressing the cool bottle to my lips.
The carbonation of the beer burns my throat, but I push past it and swallow it all down.
I hear a loud knock on my door and Nico's voice from the other side.
“Really Lacey? You took the key? Come on, open up. You're gonna give up, just like that? End all this?”
“End what? This has been an extended one-night stand and now it's over!” I yell.
“We both know it’s never gonna be over, Blondie. One-night stands don't fall in love,” he yells back.
“Love is just a word.”
I shake my head feeling a tear leak out of my eye and angrily brush it away. There's silence on the other end of the door and I finish my beer.
See? It was easy for him to walk away, that wasn't the real thing. It was all for the bet.
I reach into my fridge for another beer and crack it open, drinking half of it before putting it down on the counter.
All of the sudden I hear the back door knob jiggle and Nico crashes through the door stomping towards me with a determined look in his eye, grabbing my cheeks and plunging his lips into mine, backing me into the counter.
I break our kiss and slap him right across his face, the contact shocking me but also waking me. I'm not a weak bitch. I’m Lacey fucking Turner.
“Don’t you dare kiss me like that again,” I growl at him.
“There's my girl,” he smiles.
I push at his chest, but he doesn't move. There's a reason you call him Hulk, Lacey.
“Move outta my way,” I say loudly.
“I love you. Don't push me away, Lace.”
“You don't know what love is because that ain't love. Bettin’ on gettin’ into someone's pants ain't love, Nicholas!”
“Just listen to me for a damn minute, Lacey! That was before I slept with you. I would never make that bet after getting to know you! Trust me dammit!”
“Why should I?”
“Because I'm not gonna abandon you like your mother did and I sure as fuck am not Weston! I swear on my life, Lacey Lee Turner, I'm not going anywhere, you're stuck with me for life.”
“Don't come in here thinkin’ this has anything to do with that. You're the one that fucked up. Don't blame it on my past and act like you can fix me, Nico because you can't. From now on, this is all you're gettin’ from me,” I say pulling his neck down and crashing our lips together.
I reach for the buckle on his jeans and he stops me, gripping my hands and pinning them against the cabinet above my head.
“This all you want?” he says motioning down to his crotch.
I nod, not breaking eye contact.
“You want the fuck but not the forever, huh?”
“Either fuck me or let me go, Nico. You know I can easily take care of this by myself. I never needed anyone and don’t think you’re any different.”
“Can you?” he says whispering in my ear.
He bites the side of my neck and I moan, pushing my body into him. He holds my wrists with one of his hands and the other hand comes down on the button of my jeans, flicking it open, pulling down the zipper.
I shimmy free of them standing there in my barely there thong and his hand comes under my ass, effortlessly lifting me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Unbuckle my jeans,” he growls, letting go of one my wrists but keeping the other in place.
I reach down between us, unbuckling his belt and pulling at his button, quickly freeing his erection and stroking it, feeling his grip on my hand tighten above my head as he grows harder in my hand.
“This how you want it, you little brat?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Slide this thick cock inside that wet pussy for me, Blondie.”
I take his length in my hand lining it up with my entrance and he slams into me pulling a loud moan from my lips.
“Shit,” I whimper.
My head drops down to his shoulder as he walks us to the nearest wall, pounding me into it, his large hands squeezing my ass. His thrusts are relentless, his growl against my neck is primal and I fight the urge to come. Not yet, please not yet.
He grabs my wrists again with one hand putting them above me and grabs my chin with the other, making me look at his face. His sturdy legs the only thing keeping me from falling on my ass.
“You don't want to listen to me, Blondie, I'll make you listen. I'm gonna fuck this into you every day for the rest of our lives if I have to. I love you,” he growls.
He pumps harder into me and I close my eyes, trying to concentrate on his hips pounding into me and not his words, pounding into my heart.
“Stop talkin’, I don't wanna hear it. Just make me come, I don't want anything else from you,” I rasp out.
His shaft is rubbing against my clit as he barrels into me, again and again and I clamp around him, my body trying to hold him hostage.
“Yes..fuckkk right there,” I groan.
He pulls out of me quickly and my release vanishes into thin air. I open my eyes and he drops my wrist, unwrapping my legs from his thighs and takes a step backwards.
“What the fuck, Nico?”
“I'm not giving you this, Lacey, this escape. You want this,” he says squeezing his length with his hand and pumping it. “You’re going to have to work for it.”
He continues to pump his cock and my pussy clenches as I watch the movement.
“You expect me to get down on my knees for you?” I scoff.
I take the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head throwing it onto the floor along with my bra. I'm standing in my kitchen butt ass naked, watching the man I love jerk himself off and I'm shaking with desire. That or hatred. God, he makes me insane.
“You're not thinking about it?” he says softly. “Wrapping those gorgeous lips around my thick cock, feeling me tense in your mouth, hit the back of your throat and explode? You know you want that power over me, Blondie, don't deny it.”
“You know what I want? I wanna come. And if you ain't gonna do it for me, then I guess I'm on my own.”
I slide my hand down my bare stomach to my swollen pussy and run my finger through, feeling the wetness and closing my eyes.
“Yes, that feels good,” I moan.
I move two fingers to my entrance, slowly putting them inside and run my thumb across my clit.
I brace my hand on the counter in front of me as I move my fingers faster, in and out and feel my legs tighten as my orgasm starts to build. My thumb frantically rubs across my clit and I pump my fingers, feeling myself slowly start to clamp down around them as I feel a big hand come down and smack my ass then rip my fingers out of my channel.
“I make you come, Blondie, don’t fucking forget it.”
I'm about to protest when I feel a warm tongue slide along my slit and Nico's hands come around to my front. His thumb and forefinger pinch my clit as he kneels, his mouth devouring my pussy from behind me, licking from my clit to my ass and back again.
He lifts me in the air, his hands on my ass and I'm bent over the counter, his mouth digging inside me further, not even giving me time to breathe. I lift my legs higher, bracing my shins on his shoulders and he grabs my hips, pulling me hard onto his face.
“Nico,” I gasp.
“Come, Lacey. Come all over my fucking face.”
His words slam into me and I grip the counter moving my body crazily on top of him, chasing down my orgasm and I explode on his tongue, shaking like a leaf as he drinks down my release.
He grabs my hips and puts my feet back down on the floor and bends over my back nipping my ear.
“No man is ever gonna make you come like that, Lacey Turner. No one before me did and no one after me will. Do you hear me?”
I feel his thick head slide through my lips and rub against my clit and I buck against him.
“You're so goddamned arrogant, ya know that?” I snap.
I gasp when I feel his shaft pound into me and his balls slap against my sensitive clit. His hand goes up to my shoulder and the other on my hip as he rocks into me, his movements jerky and desperate.
“Fuck, Blondie. This pussy...you drive me crazy.”
He pumps a couple of more times before I feel him release inside me and I drop down on the counter, my cheek pressing against the cool granite.
He runs a hand down my hair and pushes it off my back kissing my bare shoulder.
“Lacey, I swear to you, I'll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I haven't thought about that bet since I made it.”
I slowly lift my body off the counter and turn around towards him.
“What did you win?”
“What?”
“For gettin’ in my pants, what did you win?”
Nico lets out a breath
and closes his eyes.
“Lance’s box seats for the Saints game, but I'm not going. I told you I forgot about it until he mentioned it tonight.”
I shake my head.
“That's all I'm worth, huh?” I Iaugh bitterly. “You should go. Have fun. You earned it. Do you need these as proof?” I say reaching on the floor for my thong and throwing it at him.
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