Bad Boys for Hire_Nick_Christmas Holiday

by Rachelle Ayala

  “We were having a wild party. Bunch of bikers crashed it, so the girl I was with, guess she wanted to get me killed.”

  “What the heck does the naked part have to do with it?” Carol unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

  “I was playing twenty questions with the gang leader’s old lady.”

  “Old lady? You mean his mother?” Carol teased.

  “Nope. His woman. She hired me to make him jealous.”

  “Oh, so it was all part of the job, was it?” She tickled the hollow between his collarbone, and he licked his lips, swallowing.

  He was good. Real good. Whether he thought of her as a client or wanted to make her feel like she mattered, he could simply play it both ways. Part of the job. Lots of practice making women feel desired.

  “Your turn.” He captured her hand and held it still. “No cheating.”

  “Craziest thing I’ve ever done? I didn’t sleep for forty-eight hours. I had a project due and beep. I lose.” Carol removed a bracelet from her wrist. “Accessories count, right?”

  “Is that why you took so long in the bathroom? Blinging yourself up? Huh?”

  “Hey, I don’t have an IQ of a hundred fifty-five for nothing.” She huffed. “Your turn. Ask the next question.”

  “Sure, this is an easy one.” He squeezed her hand and kissed it. “What’s the nicest thing anyone ever did for you?”

  “Can I say what you just did? Letting Jason join us for the tree trimming party? I think he was very happy to be included.”

  “I’m glad he came, but your life is pretty pathetic if that’s the nicest thing anyone ever did. Are you saying I’m too nice of a guy to get you interested in me?”

  “I’m not attracted to bad boys, in case you’re wondering.” Carol twisted her lips into a wry smile just in time to catch him blink in surprise. “And you’re not so bad, you know, despite working for Bad Boys for Hire.”

  “Ouch!” Nick put his hand over his chest. “My reputation’s ruined. I’m not badass enough for you?”

  “I have to admit that when I first met you, I thought you were an ass and a bad boy. Yes, but now? You’re not so bad.” She leaned forward and kissed his lips. “I like good boys.”

  He brushed his fingers across the side of her head. “That was the nicest thing anyone did for me. Telling me I’m a good boy and that you like me.”

  “Ahhh … so who’s taking off something?”

  “Guess we tied.” Nick started to unbutton his shirt.

  Carol stopped him. “Wait. New rule. If we tie, I get to take something off you, my choice, and you can take something off me, your choice.”

  “I’m liking this game even more.” Nick feathered a kiss on her lips. “Okay, go ahead.”

  Carol swallowed and licked her lips as she peeled his shirt off, exposing all his tattooed glory. She couldn’t help tracing the outline. “Whoever did this is real talented.”

  “Would you believe my baby brother?”

  “You have another brother?”

  “Sam’s the oldest, I’m next, then Bryce who joined the Marines. Learned it from his buddies.”

  “It’s real nice, so detailed.” She dragged her fingertips over his skin, taking in the outdoorsy scent of his cologne and the warmth of his body heat. “I guess I owe you a piece of clothing, too.”

  “You sure do.” Nick helped her sit up and slithered her tank top over her head and shoulders. His eyes lit at the sight of her lacey bra. “Wow. Next question and that comes off.”

  He encircled her waist with his arms and kissed her below her belly button right at the edge of what she could feel. Licking and rubbing his face against her skin, he worked his way up until she couldn’t help but let out a long moan.

  Somehow, even the slightest touch singed like fire, and every nerve of hers danced with pleasure.

  “Is that nice?” He raised those sexy eyes of his to look at her, and Carol’s heart raced, wondering what would happen if he were between her legs.

  “Heck yeah. It’s like all the nerves are lined up at one place and begging to be touched.”

  “Then I’ll touch away.” He trailed kisses and caresses up from her belly and around below her breasts, making her nipples peak with eager anticipation.

  “Can you get to the next question?” Carol wanted her bra off. She wanted to be skin to skin with him and to let every part of her that was still alive vibrate with sensation and stimulation.

  A wicked smile creased Nick’s face. “Okay, then, what is the dirtiest thought you’ve ever had while having sex? Since I asked, you have to go first.”

  Carol could feel the heat radiating from her face. “Can I pass on that and just take off my bra?”

  He grabbed her hand to stop her from unlatching it. “Believe me, as much as I want to rip that bra off you, I want the answer more.”

  “Oh, gosh, this is so embarrassing. I grew up on a farm …”

  “Yes? And?”

  “That’s all you’re getting from me.”

  His eyes popped wide. “You had sex with animals?”

  “No! Of course not.” She wriggled her hand from his. “You asked for my dirtiest thought.”

  “You fantasized about animals having sex with you?”

  “No! You pig.”

  “Oink, oink?”

  “I used to sneak out and watch when the stallions were brought into the breeding stalls.”

  “Ahh, so when you’re getting off, you’re thinking stallions mounting mares. Not sure I can top this one.” He stroked her head, playing with her hair.

  “You asked the question.”

  “Yeah, but sex isn’t dirty, and I wouldn’t call thinking about you coming in my face dirty.” He wiggled his tongue.

  “Since when have you had sex thinking about me?” Carol’s heart dropped to her stomach, wondering if he’d been out with someone else today. “Have you been hooking up?”

  “Actually, I was in the shower alone. Right before I brought the tree.”

  “You whacked yourself off?” Carol couldn’t believe how frank Nick was about his sexuality.

  “My big brother told me it’s a good idea before going on a date. Makes me a gentleman and I last longer.” He took her hand and placed it over his engorged cock. “Besides, having you in my head made it better.”

  “I sure hope I can deliver on your high expectations.” Carol’s pulse raced, and heat flashed all over her body, or at least the half she could feel. Tingles and sparks danced on her skin, and she could feel her muscles relax as Nick removed her bra.

  “Making love is not a performance.” Nick drew her nipple to a peak with his thumb and forefinger, before dipping his head and wrapping his tongue around the other one. He circled gently, sucking and kissing while he kneaded and massaged her heated, sensitive flesh.

  “Harder, Nick,” she moaned, arching into him as sweet pleasure zapped her like a bolt of lightning frying a lightning rod. She closed her eyes, moaning at the zillions of sensations fighting for attention. How had she never noticed this before when her lovers had always made the rush to the end zone?

  Nick expertly worked her breasts and every nerve in her upper body, kissing, nipping and caressing, as Carol moved her hands down and rubbed his erection through his pants. Even though he’d said it was not a performance, she had to make it memorable for him, too.

  Nick would never ask for his own pleasure. The man was an enabler. Since he was so busy helping and pleasing others, she doubted anyone ever paid attention to him.

  She would be different. She would focus on him and be the one woman he’d never forget.

  It would be so easy to lie back and let him pleasure her, maybe even climax from the skillful way he kissed and sucked on her breasts, but this night wasn’t only about her.

  Reluctantly, she broke away from his lips and mouth and scooted downward on the bed. She unsnapped the waistband of his jeans and pulled down the zipper, unleashing his humungous cock.

  The r
ascal hadn’t been wearing underwear.

  She dove in, teasing him by rubbing her cheek against his hard cock and cupping his balls. She inhaled his sexy scent and licked her lips, glancing up at him and meeting his glazed gaze.

  “Carol, come back here and let me kiss you,” Nick muttered, clearly uneasy with being the object of attention.

  “Oh, no, I want to go down on you. I want to suck on your sausage and lick up your cum.”

  Nick’s groan vibrated clear through his abdomen and chest. “I got tested today, but I can’t let you do that without protection. Not until everything comes back clean.”

  “Then put on your jacket, Nick, while I taste the rest of you.” She pulled herself from his crotch area and licked his abdominals. Meanwhile, her hand closed around his juicy cock and she stroked him, good and hard.

  Nick writhed and moaned, trying several times to get her to stop, but she paid attention to every signal, teasing him and making her touch lighter as his breathing got heavier, and then renewing her assault when he seemed calmer. Sweat broke out over his delicious skin as she lovingly kissed and nipped at his nipples, the crook of his elbow, the sides of his ribs and the column of his muscular neck.

  “Carol, stop. I want to be inside of you.” Nick wrenched himself away from her. “I want to feel you surrounding me when I come.”

  “I want that, too. I want to know you’re inside of me.” Carol was beyond caring if she could feel or not. After all, making love was not seeking her own gratification, but giving love to another—reassuring Nick that he was loved and desired.

  Nick fumbled with his discarded jeans and threw a strip of condoms on the bed. “Are you okay with this?”

  “Of course I’m okay.” Carol ripped a packet with her teeth and unrolled it down the length of his cock.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Trust me, you won’t.” Carol didn’t want him to check whether she was wet or not. Didn’t want him to explore. “Kiss my boobs and go for it.”

  “You might be surprised.” He moved quickly until his head and shoulders were between her legs.

  “There’s nothing there. I can’t feel a thing,” she protested, not wanting him to waste his time. “Let me give you pleasure.”

  “Don’t worry, you are very pleasurable. Put your legs over my shoulders,” he ordered. “And just let go.”

  What did she have to lose? If it made Nick happy to go down on her, then it shouldn’t matter whether she felt anything or not.

  Carol grabbed her legs, one after the other and propped them where he wanted. Just looking at him down there did funny things to her insides.

  He licked his lips and kissed her right in the center where her clit was. A ghostly twinge, like one in a dream flashed in her brain. She remembered what it was like, and yet, it was way too bad she’d never met Nick until after she lost her sensations.

  Opening her eyes, she stared at Nick in wonder as he bobbed his head, no doubt, his lips and tongue going to work without hope for any results.

  “Play with your tits,” he mumbled. “You’re so sensitive there. Go ahead.”

  She closed her eyes and cupped them, pinching her nipples and in her mind, she was writhing and rolling on the bed, as pleasure built, ebbing and flowing like tiny waves at the beach, creeping over the sand, back and forth, and back and forth. Whether it was real or not didn’t matter. She could pretend it worked. She had a hot man between her legs, and she would remember this and replay it in her dreams.

  She let herself go into that zone where the animals played in the barn, picturing Nick mounting her long and hard. Her body came alive and glowed in a muted way, and the sensations, whether they were from her breasts or somewhere else, grew incredibly. She let out a long, prolonged moan, letting the waves lap at her feet as she raised her face to the sun and breathed deeply, excited and fast.

  Droplets of sweat broke out over her chest, and her breasts seemed to balloon with her rougher pinches and squeezes. Truthfully, could anyone pinpoint exactly where the pleasure coursed from? It was there, over her entire body, whether she could tangibly feel her toes or not. Everything was experienced in her brain and everything came together as one, as passion flooded her, firing all the nerves in her body, and crashing over her in waves and waves of heat.

  She grabbed Nick’s head and held it tight against her core as she shuddered. “Oh, Nick. Nick. Fuck me good, Nick. Do it now. Don’t wait.”

  He swooped over her, covering her with his hot flesh and the moment he joined her, entering deep, she knew it.

  “You’re in,” she breathed deep in and out, in and out. Grabbing his ass, she confirmed that he was indeed a part of her.

  He raised himself up on his arms and looped her legs over his shoulders. Grinning, oh so sexy and wickedly, he slammed into her, hitting her with an intense pleasure that felt like it began in her heart and exploded over every inch of her body.

  She cried his name and went over spiraling at the same time he shuddered and grunted, calling out her name.

  It was different. But so good, and it didn’t matter one bit whether her nerves communicated or not, or if it had all been in her mind. The incredible feeling of oneness, of being whole, of being loved—that had never happened before when her body was intact.

  It was all Nick.

  And it was all that mattered.

  Breathing unevenly, he let her legs down and arranged her onto her side away from him, and then he held her, spooning her while his hand ran up and down her shoulder and arm, and his breathing warmed her ear.

  “You are incredible,” he whispered. “You kissed me inside and marked me for life. I want us always to be like this.”

  Thirty-One

  Nick didn’t want to get out of bed the next morning—didn’t want to let go of his sweet Carol. She had a lot more going for her than she imagined, and his heart just about exploded at her cries of pleasure.

  She’d been wet and aroused, whether she knew it or not, and even though he worried he would hurt her, she’d wanted him inside so fast that it had surprised him. Usually, he took it slow, especially the first time, and he’d never lost control and went straight to thrusting and slamming her. But she’d needed it. Demanded he go harder, and if that’s what it took to get her off, then he sure wasn’t hurting her—not one bit.

  Add to that, those sweet and sexy sounds she’d made, the way she rubbed and pinched her breasts, and her final cries of his name had his heart tripping over itself. He’d never, ever been with someone so real, so genuine that he was one hundred percent sure she hadn’t put on a show for him. The flush of pink over her body and the tiny kisses he felt inside had to be real, especially since she had no voluntary control of her vaginal muscles.

  She’d also cared about his pleasure. She’d wanted to put him first, and that had never happened before. The way she kissed and caressed him, exploring his body and treasuring every square inch of it—how the heck had he thought he could do without it?

  He listened to her even breathing and breathed in her sweet, clean scent. He kissed the crook of her neck and fondled her bounteous breasts. His hard-on pressed against her hip and he swore, if she was up for it again, he would take it slow—real slow.

  Carol stirred and moaned. Her breathing quickened as her upper body writhed and twisted. She made kissing motions with her mouth and sweet little gasps came from her lips. Was she dreaming or getting turned on by him?

  Didn’t matter. He leaned over and captured her lips, kissing her with the hunger of a lifetime. He dipped his tongue and tangled it with hers, hot and wet, and wrapped his hand around her behind and moved her on top of him.

  “Oh, Nick. You’re real,” she muttered. “I was dreaming, like I do every morning. Except every morning I cry, and I’m not crying right now.”

  That admission of hers made him pause. He swept her hair from her face and blinked. “You cry in the mornings?”

  She nodded, her eyes glimmering with a sheen of we
tness. “In my dreams, I’m running. I’m climbing mountains. I’m dancing on a mountain top. I’m riding horses and I’m making love. My legs are wrapped around your body or I’m on top, riding you like crazy. I’m on fire, and burning hot, and I’m always about to come, to climax, but I never get there, because right before I wake up, I lose everything. I’m tumbling head first down the side of an icy cliff. I’m bouncing over the rocks, hitting and hurting my back, my ribs, my legs, my hips, and then I wake up. And I cry.”

  Nick reached up and wiped the tear off her eyelash. What could he say to make it better? What could he give? What could he do?

  “Don’t cry. I’m here. I will never, ever let you down. I will always be there to catch you.”

  “I want to believe that.” She averted her gaze. “Last night was unreal.”

  “It was real. It is real.” He pulled her face down to his and kissed her ardently. But somehow, she shied back, pushing herself from him.

  “You don’t know all of it.” She reached down between her legs and stroked his cock. “It would be nice, wouldn’t it, to wake up and make love again. It would be great to be able to do it again and again, in every position, standing, sitting, from behind, whenever you want.”

  “Yes, but if you’re not up for it …” Nick cupped her hand to stop her from stroking him. “I swear, I wasn’t demanding anything. It’s just so hard not to be turned on around you.”

  “It’s not that.” She bit her lip and swallowed hard. “I have to cath myself or I might have an accident—leakage. I also have to empty my bowels. I have no control over these functions, so I can’t take the chance of waking up and doing it again. Besides, I can’t feel if my bladder is about to explode, so I really have to go to the bathroom right now—alone.”

  “Then, go ahead.” He kissed her lips. “Whatever you need to do.”

  “I should have asked you to go home last night.” She dragged herself to the edge of the bed and pulled her chair toward her. Awkwardly, she scooted her behind onto the chair and arranged her legs so that her feet rested on the footrests.

  “Why?”