“We don’t have to do this, you know. We can wait until we go home,” Niyol mumbled as he stepped up behind me in our room. Pressing his lips to my neck, he wrapped his good arm around my waist as I set his duffle onto the desk.
His erection shifted against my backside, and I couldn’t help but moan. “Yeah, we really do.”
Plan in motion, I lifted my arms up behind me and wrapped them around the back of his neck. Like my neck was a magnet, Niyol lowered his mouth to the spot below my ear, just barely letting his lips caress the sensitive skin.
I shivered, my breaths increasing as his good hand moved up over my ribs, settling just between my breasts.
I wanted this man. Needed every piece of him.
As I whimpered from his teasing, he finally cupped the base of my heavy breast, kneading it like it was a gift from God. Taking his time, he used his thumb to graze my nipple, the hardness almost painful as it peaked through my wet shirt and bra.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he whispered against my ear.
“Now. Please.” I turned, facing him, and rose up on my toes to take the lead. This kiss was slow, everything I wanted and more. Just not right now. For some reason, I felt as if time was still running out, that there was an urgency I couldn’t explain.
Niyol opened his mouth first, inviting me in to explore. I took the opportunity and traced his tongue with long, fluid movements.
“Take my shirt off.” His voice was sure, the heat in his eyes primal as I pulled away from him. I reached for the base of his tee and lifted the still-wet material up and over his head and down his bad arm, in a matter of seconds.
Toned abs greeted me, along with his marred, tatted skin. He was bruised and bandaged, reminding me how close he’d been to death. I shuddered at the thought, tracing the ink on his chest. His belly twitched as I moved my hands back up to explore his arms and neck. It made me grin knowing I had such influence over his reactions.
I craved to feel every line, every indent, every mark, but my mind screamed at me to hurry once more.
Reaching for the button on his jeans next, I glanced up at him from under my lashes for silent permission. He shut his eyes and blew out a breath as he nodded, giving me just that as I slipped them down over his thighs.
“Summer.” He shuddered as the pads of my fingers trailed a gentle path over his bandaged and unbandaged hips and thighs. He was kind of a mess right now.
“Your turn.” I raised my arms up over my head, biting down on my lip as he reopened his eyes.
As I’d commanded, he slipped my shirt off with his one good arm, the pads of his fingers taking their time to explore my ribs, the side of one breast. I gasped, my body instinctively grinding against his thigh. His throat bobbed up and down, and he wrapped his good arm around my waist to hug me closer.
For a second, I feared he was having second thoughts, until I felt the slip of his hand curl around the clasp of my bra.
One lone lamp lit the barren room, setting the soft tone of his touches on my skin. And when he pulled back, slipping my straps off my shoulders, I couldn’t help but hiss. Cold air hit my skin when he backed away; my nipples grew even more rigid, desperate for his mouth or his hands on the peaks for warmth. But he did none of those things. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving my face as he beckoned me closer with his finger.
Knees shaking, I moved toward him, stopping when his hands reached for the edge of my shorts. He urged those down one-handed, leaving me only in my ocean-soaked panties. He leaned forward once he was done, kissing my hip bone, only to let his tongue trace a line lower and lower, until he hit the inside of my thigh.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he moaned.
I swallowed, my hands freezing in his hair. He blinked up at me in question, the thumb on his good hand tracing dizzying circles against my hips, dipping lower into the front of my panties. Seconds later, they were off, my doing, and he was on his knees, tongue buried inside of me.
“Niyol,” I gasped, knees nearly buckling as I gripped his hair.
“Tastes so fucking good,” he hissed, sliding his thumb against me too.
Bracing one hand on his good shoulder, I threw my head back, crying out as he teased me with his touch, his pierced tongue. “Please, I need more,” I pleaded, knowing I couldn’t hold off much longer if he kept at this torment.
Like a bolt of lightning sparked him to life, he stood, his boxers falling to the floor in the process. I pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his waist. The head of his erection pressed against my entrance, teasing the bundle of nerves he’d worked over so well with his lips and tongue.
But it was his voice that stopped me short. Not because it made me not want him. But because it made me want him even more than I already did.
“Condom.”
I bit down on my lip, lowering my forehead to his. “Um, I don’t have one.”
One side of his mouth tipped up into that adorable smile as he whispered, “Guess it’s a good thing I do.”
I slipped off his body while he reached down to the floor to grab his wallet. The sound of ripped foil indicated he’d somehow gotten it open with only one hand—probably paired with teeth. Rolling over, it took him but a second to crawl on top of me and straddle my thighs.
“Are you sure?” His cock hovered just at my opening, his eyes serious, full of emotion as he looked down at me.
“Are you?” I asked, watching as he tried to hide a wince.
He met my eyes with a nod. “Very.”
And then he lowered his mouth, kissed me, and entered me with a gentleness that should have been forbidden.
“Niyol,” I moaned against his mouth, our lips not quite touching. I arched my back to let him in even deeper, helping him, in case he hurt too much to move.
Incoherent rumbles sounded in the air as he settled his face into my neck. “Fuck, Summer. It’s not supposed to feel this good so soon.”
I smiled, shutting my eyes as he held himself still inside of me. “Not true.” When feelings were involved, sex was so much better.
“Not gonna last long.”
I stroked my fingers over his back, kissing his neck, the familiar tingles of my orgasm already coming to life. “Me, either.”
Like he feared the process, Niyol began to move with tentative pushes of his hips to mine. My body responded of course, urging him to go faster, but the growl in his throat insisted I lay still. He sat up, reached for my hands with his one good one, then pressed them above me on the mattress over my head.
“Keep them there. I won’t last with you touching me like you are.”
I cried out at the loss of control, my body craving the intensity. And when he pulled back, staring down at me with his heavy-lidded gaze, I understood then what it meant to speak with the body and nothing more.
His hips moved faster as he lowered himself onto his good elbow, spurring my own hips to do the same. I cried out once more, not caring that the headboard was crashing against the wall. Not caring that the sheets were coming off the bed, the mattress scratching at my naked back. I reveled in the sound of our bodies together, our skin sticky from sweat. Unbridled and out of control, I screamed his name as he angled his hips and pushed in deeper.
“Summer, God.” He pressed our foreheads together, crying out my name louder than I did his. My fingers ached from gripping the edge of the mattress so hard, but nothing else mattered other than this moment of him and me, together.
The tingles hit, the warmth in my belly coming fast. Our gazes locked, and I couldn’t help but wrap my legs around his waist. I had to do something, the pressure brought me to the edge, the intensity too much. The angle, his looks, the feel of his thickness buried so deep inside of me, pushed me into a mindless state of orgasmic bliss.
“Yes, Niyol,” I moaned, meeting his thrusting hips beat for beat. I came hard with a force, harder than any orgasm I’d had in a long while. Seconds later he was behind me, groaning so loud I couldn�
�t help but smile into his neck at the sweetness of the moment.
Gasping for breath, we remained locked together for minutes, his body never fully losing the erection as he stayed buried inside my clenching body.
“Are you okay?” I ran my fingers along his spine. His skin was slick with sweat and cold, but his breath was hot against my neck.
“Mm, hmm. Never fucking better.”
I giggled then, lost in the euphoria of happiness and sex.
Lost in Niyol, our moment, and everything we suddenly were.
Thirty-Three
Summer
He was going to break one of my fingers. Or my entire hand at the rate he was going. When Niyol mentioned that airplanes were not his thing, he wasn’t freaking kidding. For the entire flight, he’d clung to me. And by the greenish tinge of his cheeks, I wasn’t about to tell him to stop.
He gritted his teeth as the plane descended into the airport back home. “You didn’t tell me that landing in one of these things would be like that.”
I smiled, laying my head on his shoulder. “Is your stomach in your knees?” A nod. “Don’t worry. We’re just circling the runway now.”
A few minutes later, he lifted my chin with his finger, forcing my gaze to meet his. For a long while, he studied me, only to lean forward and whisper against my lips, “Thank you.”
I touched his cheek, heart swooping. “For what?”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Everything.”
With a sigh, I shut my eyes and kissed him once, lingering with my version of a You’re welcome. This was the beginning of something I was scary unsure of. A territory I’d never known I’d be in. Something unsaid, unscripted, and un-plotted out. But it was exactly where I wanted to be.
There was a jolt as the wheels skidded to a stop. Niyol’s head jarred back against the seat and he cursed under his breath. This time I squeezed his hand. “It’s all over now.”
His head fell to the side with a shaky breath and another nod.
“Don’t forget, I had both of our bags delivered to my dad’s house by the insurance agency. My father was supposed to pick them up and keep them until we got home.”
He scratched at his neck, an uncomfortable look passing through his gaze. “Home, huh? Not real sure where that is at the moment.”
“I mean, I don’t know what you have planned, or where you’ll be living, but you’re more than welcome to stay with me.”
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” His dark brows rose in question, but the smirk on his lips had my tummy twisting with insecurity.
“I mean, if you want to. No pressure.” Was it too soon? Probably. Was I crazy? Most likely. Did I want to stick my head in the dirt and hide away? Absolutely.
The engines rumbled beneath our bodies, while the captain spoke his thanks over the speakers. I paid zero attention to anything else, my focus now on Niyol, and his on me.
He nuzzled his nose against my cheek, inhaling my hair as he said, “Let’s just take this one day at a time. Figure things out as they come. I’m gonna be wrapped up with club business for a day or two, I’m sure, so there’s no need to make a decision about anything yet.”
“Right. Yeah. Totally.” My face went hot from embarrassment, my sudden need to rush into things making this entire conversation cringe-worthy. And then there was the matter of the club business he was referring to.
Still. I’d told him I wanted to give this a chance. And I did. But something just didn’t feel right yet. And it was unsettling.
“Summer.” He urged my chin back with his fingers. “Don’t shut me out.”
I frowned. “I’m not shutting you out. I just…” I took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to imply that you actually move in with me, in with me…” Which I had. “I just meant, you’re more than welcome to hang out at my place anytime. If you want to, that is. Like, you know… do the normal, dating-sleep-over thing.”
I gnawed on my lower lip, suddenly unsure of where we stood. Him and I, together, this thing we shared… It was so new, with so little time in between. Landon and I had dated for six months before we slept together. It took a month for the two of us to even kiss. To say things were moving fast was an understatement.
Yet somehow, I felt closer to Niyol than I ever did Landon. He was everything I never thought I’d want. What suddenly scared me the most though, was one very important question: What if he changed his mind about us once he got back in with his club?
He reached into the overhead compartment and grabbed our two small bags, handing me mine as he said, “I know what you meant, by the way. And I don’t mean to be a dick, but I got some things I gotta take care of first. Flick’s likely gonna give me shit for taking so long as it is. I just wanted to warn ya.”
“Oh!” I feigned disinterest and scrunched up my nose, waving a hand out in front of my face. “Yeah, I mean, of course. Whatever it is you need to do.” I just wished he’d tell me what his club business entailed.
When I got to my feet, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to his chest. “Don’t overthink this.” He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “This is all new to me. Gotta get my legs back. Figure shit out. Just know that you and me? We’re end game, Princess.”
I tried to smile, especially since he’d turned that dreaded nickname into an endearment. But everything weighed on me regardless. Still, I said what I could. “Okay.”
Uncertainty hung in the air as we walked off the airplane and into the airport. Even with his hand in mine, I felt like every bit of progress we’d made over the last two days was about to be wasted, regardless of his reassuring words. I knew nothing of how a motorcycle club worked, and if he was going back to them, did that mean he’d be doing illegal things again? That whole drug-running endeavor… I couldn’t be a part of that. Which meant there would always be a side of Niyol I’d be missing out on.
“Niyol!”
His eyes narrowed at the voice. I stared over his shoulder inside the bustling airport, only to find Lisa shooting her way through the crowd. Dressed in black jeans, a hot pink blouse, and lacy black scarf, she looked incredibly young for her age.
“I’m so happy to see you!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed, the sight doing warm things to my chest. Niyol claimed he had no one, but he was wrong. Lisa held him like a son. Like she hadn’t seen him for months, not days. Most importantly, she looked at him as though her heart held nothing but love for the boy she’d taken under her wing pre- and post-prison.
With a deep laugh, Niyol picked her tiny frame up and twirled her around in a circle. I grinned, despite the weird jealousy creeping up inside. More than anything, I wished my dad was here. He knew I was flying in today, even knew about the tornado and my Rover’s destruction. But supposedly he couldn’t get off work to pick me up. We’d agreed to do dinner that night at least, but after everything Niyol and I had gone through, I was wishing, for once, that he’d put work aside for his only daughter.
“Good to see you, Lisa.” Niyol set his stepmom down on the floor, a wide grin plastered on his face.
She patted his cheek once, then looked to me, her arms going wide. “And you…” Lisa put her lips to my ears and whispered, “Thank you for bringing him home to me. I’m so glad you’re both all right.”
Tears filled my eyes, and I nodded, squeezing her closer. Before I could speak, a brunette bombshell came running my way. “Summer!”
Lisa backed up, making room for Emily. I frowned, happy to see her, yeah, but confused as to why she wasn’t on her cruise.
“I’m so happy you’re back.” She rocked us back and forth, never letting go. “Sam and I left Orlando just as soon as we heard what happened to Niyol. Got back in late last night.”
“Hi to you too, Em,” Niyol said behind her, winking at me before guiding his stepmom toward the exit, likely giving us space.
Emily rolled her eyes, ignoring him as she kept her gaze solely locked on me. “I’m so glad t
o see you.” I buried my face into her neck. “But how did you know what happened?”
“One of Niyol’s idiot club brothers called my mom. In turn, she called me. We cut our trip short, and voila, I’m here.” She pulled back and smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
The stress of the week, my crazy emotions, were grabbing me in a chokehold. Adrenaline and Niyol’s touches and kisses had kept me together, but now I felt like I was seconds away from crashing. Seeing Emily, hugging her, it was my last straw.
“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” She held my face between her hands and frowned. “I knew I should have been the one to go with him. I feel awful that you’ve been dragged through so much.”
I looked to the floor and shook my head. No matter what had happened, I would never regret the time Niyol and I spent together. The good moments, even if they were few and far between, would always outweigh the bad.
Sensing his gaze on me I looked up, finding Niyol a ways ahead of us now, looking back at me with a sly grin.
My face grew hot in turn, and a smile beat back my tears.
“Oh, God.”
I lost my grin at my best friend’s voice, meeting Emily’s eyes once more. “What?”
Shaking her head, she reached into her purse and handed me a tissue. “It all makes perfect sense now.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, wiping my tears. Niyol’s gaze was locked on Lisa’s profile now as he laughed at something she said. “Emily, I asked what you meant.”
She lowered her hands, along with her voice. “What happened between you two?” she hissed at me, her mood flipping so fast, it made my stomach twist.
“Nothing happened.” At least, nothing that I was ready to get into.
Stupidly, I’d thought she’d be excited over Niyol and my new relationship. But, apparently, I’d played that out wrong in my head.
“You’re the reason he’s back,” she said.
“Well, part of the reason, I suppose.”
“No, no, no.” A loud huff escaped from between her lips. “I didn’t want him to leave,” she said. “But him coming back here is even worse of an idea.” She sighed, the sound tearing me to bits. “That club is toxic. Those terrible men will ruin him again. And now he’s about to bring you on the ride to hell. I thought this would work. I thought…” She froze, raising both hands to cover her face.
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