Say Something: Second Chances, Book 6

by Mari Carr

  Nick shifted on the bed, kneeling between her outstretched legs. “How flexible are you feeling?”

  She scowled. “Flexible?”

  He didn’t repeat the question. Instead he lifted the end of one of the scarves and tugged it upward until he could secure it to the corner post of the headboard. The bondage left her bent in half, very open and her ass lifted a few inches off the mattress.

  “Oh.”

  The position wasn’t painful…yet.

  But damn. Talk about exposed. When he finished tying the other leg to the opposite post, Georgie felt as if she was in the stirrups at the gynecologist’s office. Only in a much more extreme, hot way.

  “Perfect,” Nick murmured. And then, because it was right there, he swatted her ass. Just a light tap to let her know he had her where he wanted her.

  “I assume this is the punishment part?” Her sardonic tone had his eyes narrowing. Spanking wasn’t a new thing to her. In fact, it was Nick who’d introduced her to the concept. She was a big fan.

  “You like it too much for it to be punishment.”

  She grinned. “That’s true.”

  Nick swatted her again, harder this time. Then he repeated the motion on her other cheek. The blows weren’t painful. They were just enough to cause the skin to flush and heat. When Nick shifted to find a better position, he swatted her a half dozen more times, then pressed his fingers to her clit.

  “Ohmigod,” she cried. “Yes.” With just a little more pressure, she’d come. Hell, she had been hovering on the edge of this orgasm ever since Nick reappeared in her life. He’d made her wait months for it.

  He pulled his fingers away and resumed the spanking. It looked like he was going to make her wait some more.

  Georgie went mad, her body and mind rebelling even though they wanted the same damn thing. She began to anticipate his smacks, to move toward his hand, while she demanded that he touch her, fuck her, for the love of God, do anything.

  Nick ignored her. Dominant asshole.

  God, she loved him.

  The word love flashed through her mind and for the first time in her life, she didn’t freak out. She’d grown up in a house where love was confusing, fleeting and typically attached to conditions and pain. Whenever she got too close to the emotion, she shut down. It was what she’d done the last time with Nick. He’d taken her to bed, claimed her heart and her soul along with her body and she’d spent the three months they’d dated in a free fall, fighting like the devil to find purchase somewhere. She hadn’t. So instead she’d crashed and burned, taking Nick down with her.

  It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him how she felt, but she didn’t dare. For months, Nick had sworn they would remain friends. And even now, she wasn’t sure his appearance here had anything to do with moving them back into a relationship.

  Perhaps tonight was nothing more than a combination of weakened resolve and hormones. She’d felt it herself as she had stood amongst her friends—so many of them happy and well sexed. Maybe like a yawn, the sexual desires pulsating between the couples had been contagious, leaving Nick and Georgie helpless to resist it.

  She started when she felt something cold press against her anus.

  “You went away there.” Nick had retrieved a tube of lubrication from her box. “You okay?”

  She nodded, swallowing down her emotions. Now was definitely not the time or place to discuss them. Hell, they hadn’t even managed to talk about the past yet. It was way too soon to bring up the future. “I really need to come.”

  Nick chuckled. “Me too.”

  She studied his face and realized he was telling her the truth. There was a definite tightness around his eyes and mouth, a flicker of physical pain in his eyes. Regardless, he wouldn’t be budged, wouldn’t be swayed. Nick’s control in the bedroom was absolute. And wonderful.

  He squeezed some of the lube inside her. She shivered slightly. Nick tossed the tube aside, then slowly pressed a single finger inside the tight hole. Anal sex was another thing he’d introduced her to, though they’d yet to fully consummate the act. He’d taken her there with his finger and he’d bought her a butt plug they’d never got around to trying. It was still in the wrapper in the box.

  They’d only had three whirlwind months in bed together the last time. So many frontiers were left unexplored. Now, it appeared Nick was ready to make up for lost time.

  She tried to focus on her breathing as his finger moved deeper, one knuckle, then two, and then…

  The air around them grew thick, heavy, humid as the finger retreated. Returned. Retreated. Returned. If Georgie’s hands were free, she’d be stroking her clit. And she’d be coming. Hard.

  But Nick wasn’t going to let her off that easily. Suddenly she understood what he meant by punishment.

  “Nick, please,” she whispered. For the first time since they’d entered the room, Nick appeared to be moved by her plea.

  He pulled his finger out of her ass, bent down to retrieve something from the box and came up with a vibrator. It was a slim one, but it packed a powerful punch. She held her breath as he coated it with lubrication, then slowly, so fucking slowly, pressed it inside her ass.

  She squeezed her eyes closed once the toy was lodged in place and Nick turned it on. Mercifully, he’d chosen the lowest speed, but even that was enough to have her body trembling with unfulfilled needs.

  “Can’t take it. Have to, have to…”

  Nick rubbed his fingers over her clit as he gave her exactly what she longed for, finishing her sentence for her. “Come.”

  She jerked roughly in her bondage, her body thrusting and contorting as wave after wave of white-hot bliss consumed her, set her on fire.

  Georgie had no idea how long she rode the swell, but when she opened her eyes, she was surprised to discover her legs were free and resting once more on the mattress.

  “You back?” Nick asked, his far-too-pleased face only a few inches from hers.

  “Cocky bastard.” There was no heat behind her chastisement. He’d earned the right to wear that shit-eating grin.

  Suddenly, she realized Nick was still completely dressed.

  “Untie my hands.” Georgie wanted to divest him of every stitch of clothing and then drive him to the same heights he’d just taken her.

  Nick shook his head. “No. You go too fast. You gotta learn to savor this, George.”

  She blew out an exasperated breath. She wasn’t an unfair lover. He’d given her one hell of an orgasm. She wanted to return the favor…with interest.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  She half expected him to balk, to take her to task for still trying to call the shots, so she was pleasantly surprised when he rose from the bed and pulled his T-shirt over his head.

  She licked her lips, longing to run her hands and her tongue over his rock-hard abs. Nick had always been physically fit, an athlete and a regular at the gym, but his muscles had grown even more defined, more lickable.

  Georgie lay still, breathless, when his hands moved to his shorts. Nick was a big guy—everywhere. The first time she’d seen his cock, she’d actually had some doubts and had told him so. Then Nick had taken her to bed and shown them just how perfectly they fit.

  He toed off his sneakers and shed his pants. Apparently he still went commando.

  His cock was almost painfully erect. She was certain she’d never seen him so hard, so thick, so…

  “Jesus Christ. Did that get bigger in the last year?”

  Nick chortled. “You’re good for the ego, George.”

  “Screw your ego.” She bit her lip nervously when he returned to the bed, his cock brushing against her hip.

  “It fits just fine,” he said as he brushed her hair away from her face. “You know that.”

  “Last year’s model fit. I’m not sure—”

  Ni
ck kissed her, cutting off any concerns she might express. As always, his lips managed to drive every thought out of her head. It was as if he could drug her with his mouth.

  His fingers tangled in her hair and once again, she was struck by the desire to touch him.

  “Please untie me.”

  Nick studied her face, and then reached up to unsnap the cuffs. As she lowered her arms, he was there to massage any stiffness out of her shoulders. He never failed to take care of her, to make her feel cherished and protected.

  He began to kiss her once more. Georgie took advantage of her freedom, running her fingers through his hair, then stroking his shoulders and back. She was a sucker for a muscular back and Nick had a great one.

  Nick shifted over her, kneeing her legs apart so he could rest between them. The head of his cock found the opening to her body quickly. It was like the thing had a built-in GPS system.

  Nick reached down to grip his cock, rubbing it against her clit. Georgie gasped. Despite her previous orgasm, the next one was already close.

  When his fingers drifted lower, she realized the slim vibrator was still in her ass. He’d turned it off, then distracted her. She braced herself, ready for him to pull it out. So she was unprepared when instead he turned it on and cranked it up.

  “Fuck!” she yelled. “Nick.” She grasped his upper arms, desperate for something to hold onto as the vibrator took her from zero to sixty in mere seconds.

  Her hand drifted to her clit, but Nick captured her wrist, holding her back. “Need to…”

  “No.” His voice was deep, stern. “I told you, George. You’re not rushing this. That vibrator’s not just for you.” He reached down to turn the toy off, but he left it in place.

  She frowned, confused, until his cock returned to her pussy. Then her eyes widened with realization. “Wait.” There was absolutely no way she could survive this.

  “I’m finished waiting. This moment has been coming since the second you ran away from the church. You might have slowed us down, but the outcome was always inevitable.”

  There were too many sensations clamoring for dominance, for completion, for relief in her body for Georgie to even begin to dissect that comment. She’d have to think about it later. Because right now…

  “Still on the Pill?”

  She nodded. They’d already admitted there had been no lovers between now and the last time and they’d done away with the condoms after the first week they were together. Trust had never been an issue for them. It was there, unwavering, solid.

  Nick slowly pushed in and Georgie did suffer a slight moment of panic. With the vibrator in her ass, she was tighter, and regardless of what he said, she wasn’t as sure as he was about them fitting together so perfectly.

  Nick must have sensed her fear, felt her body go tense. He stopped moving, reaching up to cup her face in his large palms. Their gazes met and held.

  Neither of them spoke, but Georgie could have sworn they’d said everything with that one look. A barrage of silent words flowed between them. Apologies, forgiveness, promises…love. It was all there.

  Then he smiled and she returned it. He bent lower to kiss her. Somewhere in the midst of it all, Nick pressed deeper. It wasn’t until he broke the union of their lips that she realized he was fully lodged, filling so much more than just her body.

  And that was when the world exploded. Nick turned the vibrator on, both of them groaning at the powerful pulsing. Then Nick added his own rhythm to the beat and Georgie was lost.

  She screamed as she came, her pussy clenching roughly against Nick’s ever-thrusting cock. He didn’t slow down, didn’t give her a chance to recover as the next orgasm struck hard and fast.

  Georgie dragged her nails along Nick’s back, the piercing sharpness eliciting a wince from him. He bent lower, bit her ear and told her in a gruff voice to scratch him again.

  “Mark me, George. Because I’m sure as fuck going to leave my mark on you.”

  He thrust harder and Georgie went wild. She lifted her head and bit his chest. Nick gripped her head to dislodge her, pulling her hair. Her back arched as basic instinct took over. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the action allowing him to go deeper. The vibrations of the toy in her ass only added more fuel to the flames consuming them.

  Georgie squeezed her eyes shut as a pleasure so intense it hurt claimed her. “Going to come,” she said on a gasp. Then she fell into the bottomless chasm once more. This time, however, Nick was with her.

  His body tensed, jerked. “Fuck. God. Jesus. George.” His thrusts had slowed, coming now in the sporadic pulse of one hard pound. Then another. Then another. Until he’d spilled every single drop inside her.

  Neither of them moved except for the rapid rise and fall of their chests as Nick held himself above her on his elbows.

  It was several minutes more before they realized the vibrator was still on. The realization dawned on them at the same time as Georgie laughed breathlessly.

  Nick reached down to turn it off, and then he slowly removed it. Georgie shuddered and felt Nick’s cock start to harden inside her.

  She narrowed her eyes. “You realize that’s not normal.”

  She’d expressed this same belief before. Nick’s recovery time was absolutely astounding.

  He grinned and shrugged nonchalantly.

  “I swear you have the sex drive of a seventeen-year-old boy.”

  Nick kissed her lightly. “I want you again.”

  “That’s sort of obvious,” she joked as his cock grew even thicker. She lay still, trying to take stock. The lethargic limpness that followed her marathon of orgasms was starting to fade, alerting her to some stiff muscles and a tingling scalp.

  Nick must have noticed her concern. “We’ll go slowly this time.”

  “You said that last time and I feel like I just ran with the bulls.”

  He chuckled, then kissed her gently. “Trust me.”

  Her body relaxed as his lips moved along her face, slowly kissing and licking her cheek, her ear, her neck. Her eyes drifted closed when he moved lower, his tongue lightly laving her nipples, softly sucking on them.

  Through it all, his cock thrust slowly inside her, the rocking motion feeling very much like that of a canoe floating aimlessly on a lake. It was peaceful, perfect.

  She ran her fingers through his thick dark hair, adding her own kisses to the mix, enjoying the sensation of his rough five o’clock shadow on her lips. Georgie placed her lips to his ear, resisting the urge to whisper her feelings.

  Not yet.

  But soon.

  Georgie lost all sense of time as they rediscovered each other with slow, tantalizing kisses and strokes. When Nick’s fingers drifted to her clit, Georgie was shocked to discover she was closer than she realized.

  Nick caressed the tiny nub gently at first, then he let the pressure build. Georgie’s inner muscles constricted.

  “Nick,” she cried out, not wanting to fall alone.

  “I’m there too. Just let it take you, George.”

  It was all she needed to hear. Her back arched as they came together. For a moment, it felt as if their bodies had merged, become one being.

  She whimpered quietly when he withdrew. She almost resented being empty once more. “Please don’t leave me.”

  “Shh.” Nick gathered her in his arms, her head cushioned on his chest so she could let the steady thudding of his heart lull her to sleep. “I’ll still be here in the morning.”

  That was all the reassurance she needed as her heavy eyelids closed and exhaustion turned to sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  August’s flower is the gladiolus, which represents sincerity and symbolizes strength of character. “Love At First Sight” is the meaning of this flower when offered as a gift.

  Georgie grinned when she spotted Leo just inside the front
door of the diner. She almost didn’t recognize him with his very short, conservative haircut. He looked trendy, a far cry from her hippie lover.

  Glancing at her phone, she was disappointed to see Nick still hadn’t texted her or called back. She had left him a message, telling him where she would be. She’d actually planned to invite him to ride along since he was uneasy about her meeting with Leo ever since the Phillip fiasco.

  Unfortunately, she’d gotten his voicemail. Which left her to wonder now if he was too busy to return her call or pissed off that she was meeting Leo. She would have liked to talk to him before coming, but Leo had been anxious to see her and since she had been the one to initiate the get-together, she didn’t feel right putting him off. She hoped Nick would understand.

  She and Nick hadn’t slept a night apart since Kristen’s birthday at the end of July. Four glorious weeks of nonstop sex. And throughout it all, Georgie had worked hard to prove to Nick that this time was different. She hadn’t pulled away or tried to distance herself. Hell, she couldn’t do that if she tried. She craved their conversations as much as the sex.

  She raised her hand to wave and Leo smiled back, coming toward her booth.

  She stood as he reached out to hug her. “Hi, gorgeous.”

  “Hey, Leo.” She sat down, the nerves she’d been battling since calling him this morning and setting up this meeting dissolving instantly. He certainly didn’t appear to be angry with her. Maybe this meeting would go better than the one with Phillip.

  “I was surprised when you called me,” he said as he joined her, not bothering to glance at the menu. “How did you know where to find me?”

  “I went to visit your mom this morning. She gave me your number and address. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Leo shook his head. “Not at all. I’m glad to see you. You look great.”

  “So do you,” she said.

  Leo ran a hand through his short hair. “Don’t look quite the same as I used to.”

  “I like the new look. Still playing in your band?”