Sweet Affliction [Sweet Awakenings 4] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Nicole Morgan

  Rex cocked his head and motioned toward the end of the kitchen. “Why don’t you see what’s behind door number one before you get your panties in a twist?”

  Not amused with his humor, he walked past him and gave him a glare. He turned the handle and was stunned when it wouldn’t budge. He jiggled it a few times to each direction trying to jostle it free, but it wouldn’t budge.

  He turned to Rex. “What the hell? I’m getting tired of these fucking games. Where is AJ?”

  Jack let out a boisterous laugh and reached in his pocket. He took a twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet and handed it to Rex. “You weren’t kidding, he does have it bad. I shouldn’t pay you for coercing him, but it’s well worth it to watch ladies’ man Slater squirm.”

  “Gee, thanks, man. I mean it’s not like I’ve had a shit week or anything.” He cocked his brow at Adam. “When this is over I’m kicking both of their asses. You know this right?”

  “What are you telling me for? I had no part of this damn bet. They did the same shit to me when Chelsea came into my life.” He leaned a little closer to Nick and whispered. “But you do have it pretty bad, man.”

  “You guys are all assholes, and I’ll deal with you all later. Right now just tell me where AJ is, damn it!”

  Rex held up both is hands in a mocking “don’t shoot me” gesture. “All right, man. Don’t want you to start crying.” He motioned toward Jack.

  All the dramatics and laughing at his expense were getting on his last nerve, but still he watched curiously as Jack backed up a few steps and reached his hand far back in one of the kitchen drawers. Whatever he was feeling for must’ve taken a second to find, but a smirk told him that he finally did. A loud click sounded behind Nick at the same door that wouldn’t budge moments before.

  Rex gave him a nod, and he tried the handle again. This time it opened without any resistance. There was a dark stairway leading to the basement. He took the first few steps slowly, but the anxiety and worry over AJ had gotten the better of him. The next dozen stairs he ran down.

  The basement itself looked to be in no better shape than the upstairs. A crumbling concrete floor was flanked by cinder-block walls. The room was damp and cold with no windows. One thing did catch his eye across the room, and he didn’t wait for the others to make his way toward it.

  The old wooden door might have looked as though it fit in with the rest of the house to the casual observer or a vagrant who managed to break their way in, but despite its worn panels, he could tell it was actually a steel door painted to mimic wood grain.

  Obviously whatever Jack had done upstairs to unlock the basement door activated this door as well. He turned the handle and pushed it open not expecting it to be as heavy as it was. Instantly the dark basement was flooded with light coming from a small living room. The sound of running water came from a hallway to his right. He walked in the room and placed his duffle bag on the leather sofa directly across the room and was about to head down the hall when he heard her.

  “Nick. You’re here!”

  He turned to see AJ coming toward him. Before he could even respond she was wrapping her arms around him. Her head tucked under his chin as she snuggled into him. An overwhelming feeling of comfort filled him. Until she curled into him he had no idea how much he needed to hold her.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. How are you?”

  Her small hand gently rubbed his wound as she asked him the question. Jesus, her voice still sounded just as angelic as the first time he’d heard it.

  “We’ve got a lasagna in the oven, and we’re going to make some garlic bread. Everything should be ready in about an hour, but if you’re tired you could always eat it in your room.” Tamara stood in the doorway to what was apparently a kitchen.

  Nick smiled at her. Jack’s wife was a smart woman. It was apparently obvious that he wanted to be alone with AJ, and being the kind woman that she was, she was giving him the excuse he needed to do just that.

  “Thank you, Tamara.”

  He turned to walk down the hallway, keeping his arm around AJ. Not before he gave each and every one of his brothers a look so they knew this was not the time to test his patience. The last thing he wanted was to be disturbed, and he could guarantee if anyone did he would knock him on his ass.

  AJ led him to a room at the end of a long hallway. The basement that held this secret residence seemed to be bigger than the house that hid it. There was a bed, a small bistro-like table with two chairs, and a door, which was open enough for him to tell it was a small bathroom.

  She closed the door and led him over to the bed to sit him down. Kneeling down on the floor in front of him she lifted his shirt and winced when she looked at his wound. Judging from her bunched brows he figured his assumptions were correct that he tore a stitch or two when his side slammed into the SUV’s door handle. Her delicate fingers were caressing his side and wreaking havoc on his senses.

  “AJ…come here.”

  She looked up at him, and he could swear the only thing missing was a halo. She was an angel, so beautiful. Taking her face in his hands, he pulled her up to him. When his lips touched hers and his tongue found refuge in her mouth he forgot the burning pain he felt in his side. Just a few hours of being without her and he would swear it had been years.

  He loved how her hands reached around his back and held him tightly. There was no way he was going to let her go, but feeling her hang on as though he might and that she was unwilling to let him get away made him feel ten feet tall and bulletproof.

  “Nick…” She whispered his name when his mouth trailed down to her neck.

  He didn’t answer her, his attention was too focused on the curve of her neck and sliding his mouth over every inch of her he could taste. He was already hardening and desperate to get their clothes off.

  “You have to…stop.”

  What? Stop? Breathless and confused, his kisses moved away from the small dip in her shoulder.

  “What’s wrong?”

  AJ got up off her knees and stood before him. “Nick, you’re hurt. You tore a stitch, and you bled a little. We need to get it cleaned up so you don’t get an infection.”

  “Later.” He pulled her toward him and lay down on the bed, taking her with him .

  No stitches or lack thereof was going to stop him from being with her, kissing her, touching her, or feeling her.

  Proving to him she was indeed an angel, she rolled to the side to keep from lying on his wound. No longer fighting him with ridiculous arguments of a torn stitch, she lifted a leg and hitched it over his hip. The small gesture was unusually aggressive for her and caused him to swell and grow even harder.

  This time he stopped her. “Get undressed, sweetheart.”

  He watched as she got up off the bed. Every movement she made was graceful, as though it was carefully rehearsed a dozen times before she enacted it. Her eyes, he saw the fire back in them. The flames were dancing wildly as she stood before him, unbuttoning her khaki shorts.

  Rising up to a sitting position, he reached out to her, his fingers brushing along the side of her hip as she let her shorts fall to the floor. A smile crossed his face when he saw her panties. Cotton just like the last pair he’d seen, but these were zebra striped and bore a shocking contrast to her tanned skin.

  He hooked two fingers in the waistband and pulled her to him. With his other hand he lifted her shirt and placed a kiss to her stomach. Her fingers combed through his hair and held him.

  For several minutes he placed kisses all over her belly. From hip to hip and stopping at the belly button each time, he couldn’t get enough of the feel of her skin under his lips. It was soft and felt so warm against him.

  Her slender fingers left his scalp and ran down his back. Bunching his shirt in her hands she pulled it up, lifting it over his head and breaking his concentration.

  She threw his shirt on the ground and placed her hands on his cheeks. “Nick…I just don’t understand how when
I’m with you everything else disappears.”

  For a moment his heart stopped beating and he just looked at her. Damn if she wasn’t the most intoxicating woman he had ever known. It wasn’t just her beauty, it was her. Everything about her seemed to overpower him. He knew exactly what she meant. It was what she did to him.

  When the thump in his chest returned to a normal pace he smiled at her. “You finished getting undressed and I’ll show you just how much I can make the whole world vanish.”

  Chapter 29

  AJ lifted her shirt the rest of the way, pulling it over her head. She couldn’t help but smile at the enticing way he was leering at her. The way he managed to get her to do whatever he said was just one of the many reasons she found herself hypnotized by Nick Slater.

  She dropped her shirt to the floor where it joined her shorts and Nick’s T-shirt. Reaching around behind her she unsnapped her bra and slowly slid the straps down her arms. Her nipples were already hard and tingling as though trying to send out a signal to him to suck on them like he once had. The mere memory of their first time together singed her from the inside out.

  “You’re so beautiful, AJ.”

  Whatever signal her body was trying to send, it worked. He pulled her that much closer to him, spreading his legs apart to invite her into his embrace as he covered her entire areola with his mouth. She arched her back and ran her fingers through his short hair.

  His suckling felt so good. The way he would alternate between that, a teasing lick, and a gentle nibble of his teeth made her wonder if he knew how the different sensations rocketed through her body. Her core heated with liquid desire whenever he touched her, but his mouth left her achy and completely helpless.

  As if on cue and reading her thoughts, his large hands pulled her panties down her thighs. Reaching around with one hand, he firmly grasped one of her ass cheeks, squeezing it before one of his fingers slid past her lips to reveal her wetness. No man had ever been able to elicit such a response from her body so quickly before. She was an aching puddle of need when it came to him, needs that she didn’t even know she had.

  She found herself wanting things that never much interested her before. In the past two days her mind had wandered to that last day in the beach bungalow when he made love to her and took her body to heights of pleasure it had never felt. Each memory and thought that raced through her mind always seemed to bring her back to an elemental craving and every time she thought of it she found herself excited at the prospect.

  She wanted to taste Nick. Not just his kiss but his essence. She wanted to know what it was like to have him fill her mouth as she opened herself to him. It was a surprise to both her mind and body. Boyfriends of the past had always wanted her to do it. She even gave in a time or two, but giving in was all it ever was. There was no desire. She didn’t enjoy it and certainly never found herself craving it. With Nick though…it was different.

  Her body jolted and she was shaken from her thoughts. Nick’s finger flicked across her clit and sent her body into a state of urgency. She was already so wet that the only sound in the room was the sloshing sound of his fingers playing with her pussy. As he explored her body, sliding them in and out and then applying pressure, it made a slurping sound not much different from when his mouth had been there just two days before.

  With her eyes closed, her back arched and hands in his hair the only senses she was really aware of was his touch, the sounds of the room and the images racing through her mind.

  “Oh…”

  Again he flicked his finger across her little nub, which he manipulated so easily. Her normally reserved behavior was no match for her body’s primal longings. She ground herself against his hand when she felt his other hand grasp her behind, squeezing and kneading her cheek.

  She was on fire, from her flushed cheeks to her aching breasts all the way down to her pussy. She could feel the proof of how much her body responded to him trickling out past her lips. Inside she could swear there was a fire racing just dying to break free and ignite sparks all over her body.

  She wanted…No she needed to feel him inside of her. His hard cock thrusting in her and filling her was the only thing that would cure the horrible empty feeling that was churning inside of her.

  “Nick, please…I need you.”

  She should have cared how desperate her whispered plea sounded, but she didn’t. It was no longer important to her that she was at his mercy. There was no denying it, and it was foolish to try.

  “Jesus…I know, sweetheart.”

  His words were muffled against her breasts, which he hadn’t stopped giving his undivided attention to. Everything he did, every touch, every kiss, every lick and suckle drove her insane. She felt like a woman who had been slipped the strongest form of aphrodisiac.

  Her thigh brushed against him, and she felt his thickness so full and hard. He must be dying, she thought. She was getting all the pleasure while he sat there in obvious need. She licked her lips when she envisioned pre-cum sitting on the tip of his head. Just the image, the idea of it, the fantasy that played through her head, was too much to bear. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

  “Nick, stop…I can’t take it anymore.” She ignored the surprised look on his face and pushed him down on the bed.

  “Damn it, you’re killing me. What’s wrong now?”

  He sounded frustrated, but she didn’t care. She was sure that no amount of sexual frustration he was feeling could come close to hers. Besides, she was also just as sure that neither one of them would be frustrated for that much longer.

  She hurriedly unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper before pulling them down. He helped her by lifting his hips. She took his boxer briefs with the jeans, not wanting anything to keep her from what she wanted.

  When his cock sprang up from behind the fabric, she was stunned. She had seen him before, even with an erection, but never had she had it so close to her face and mouth. It was…beautiful. The long vein that ran along the underside was like an imaginary trail telling her to use her tongue to travel it, seeing where it took her.

  Her clit throbbed painfully now, and much to her delight she did see pre-cum dripping down the side of his cock, calling to her to lick it off. Suddenly impatient and without any remorse for her frantic actions, she pulled the jeans off of his last leg and threw them. In one fluid motion and not a moment too soon she was on the bed, straddling him, her body hunched over as one hand grasped his hardness and her mouth closed over his head.

  “Oh fuck…”

  Nick’s hands grabbed her head so forcefully she could feel him losing control. Obviously he wasn’t expecting her to do this, but the way he was holding her and massaging her head told her he was glad she did.

  She hadn’t been wrong about how good he would taste. There was something elemental about the musky flavor mixed with his pre-cum. It fed a part of her that she never knew was malnourished. Now as she explored him with her mouth, allowing her tongue to swirl around him while sucking him deep in her throat, she wondered how she had ever survived without having him inside her.

  Her core felt hollow and empty. The liquid heat that emanated from inside her made her ache that much more for him, but having him in her mouth, hard and rigid, wasn’t something she was willing to trade for or give up just yet.

  He was moaning and holding her head more aggressively. She loved hearing him lost in nothing but the sensation. It was what he did to her. She kept herself from giggling at the thought that turnabout was fair play. Pleasure was all she wanted to give him. She wanted him to ignore the outside world, if just for a short time, and disappear with her while she loved him with nothing more than her mouth.

  Stroking him, she slid her tongue down that long vein that invited such a wonderful journey. It didn’t disappoint either. Her tongue curled around him as it continued the exploration. He was thick, and she could already feel her mouth tiring at the stretching his girth provided, but she refused to stop. She wanted more, so much
more of him. She wanted to be able to make him fall off the edge and lose control the way he did to her.

  She took the path back up to the head of his cock. Looking down at it, she loved how it was glistening from her mouth’s kisses and licks. Steeling her nerves and taking a calming breath, she relaxed every part of herself, allowing no fear or hesitation. She heard Nick say something, but she tuned even the sound of his voice out, blocking out anything and everything that may distract her.

  Relaxed and ready she opened her mouth wide, sliding her mouth down on top of him but not stopping. This time she ignored the intrusion she felt when he hit the back of her throat and took him farther and deeper than should have been possible. Closing her mouth tightly around him she continued on with the motion, up and down. After she had the hang of it, and effectively blocked out her gag reflex, she started to twist her mouth as she proceeded to keep on. Nick was saying something, she had no idea what. She didn’t care. The way his hands were wrapped in her hair, gently easing her along and the way his hips were thrusting and meeting her mouth told her that he wasn’t unhappy with what she was doing.

  As much as he clearly liked it, she was in heaven. She couldn’t remember a time she felt so completely overwhelmed by a man before. He woke every part of her body and soul. She could literally feel the heat coming from her. Her wetness was coating her inner thighs. Everything about him sent her into a hyperaware state of sexuality that she didn’t even know she was capable of.

  “AJ…damn it listen to me!”

  She heard him that time, but she couldn’t stop. The way her cheeks were starting to burn from being filled by him. The way her tongue glided along his veins and the other textures of his rigid state. The way he tasted. Everything she was doing was like giving her a high she was certain no one in the world could possibly understand.