“So good, Nik.”
The way she says my name, with the K being emphasized, is so ridiculously sexy. Her tongue presses against the roof of her mouth on the N, too. Might be a little creepy that I’m staring at her mouth so hard that I can pick apart how she says a single syllable name but I can’t help it. Her lips are pulling me in and damn it all I wish we’d brushed our teeth so I could kiss her mouth. I’m desperate for it. Her upper lip is smaller than her bottom and I just want to…
“I want to kiss you,” I admit.
“Same. So much. But I know I have skunk ass breath that probably tastes even worse so we’ll have to wait for later.”
“Promise?”
She smiles slightly and lowers her leg off my shoulder, lifting her hips and encouraging me to flip us over. Her wish is my command.
“Promise,” she says when she’s over me.
Her back is arched and her nipples are hard, her messy hair falling down the slender column of her back. It’s such an erotic sight.
I lift my hand and grab one of her breasts, squeezing gently but not too gently, pinching her nipple and tugging on it. Ashley grinds down against me, a sheen of sweat beginning to glisten on her chest that makes me want to lick it up. I’ve never felt this way before. Wanting to draw in every part of her so I memorize it for later when I’m jerking off by myself.
Gripping her hips now, I help her ride me. Our bodies are slapping against each other. Our hips are moving rapidly and we’re both breathing heavily, moaning and groaning and grunting, whispering how good it feels but also shouting curse words.
Suddenly she looks down at me and nods rapidly.
“You about to come?”
“Yeah,” she replies breathlessly.
Holy crap.
I feel like a stock car driver gearing up for the Daytona 500. Or maybe some NFL quarterback prepping for the Super Bowl. Like this is real life shit. Ashley is about to have an orgasm and I don’t know if she had one last night or not but this one I’ll remember so I want to make it good.
Damn. I wish I’d stretched first.
Now I’m sweating because I’m getting in my own head and I’m nervous. What if it’s not a good orgasm?
Oh, who am I kidding?
Aren’t all orgasms good?
I mean, I can’t remember ever having a bad one so I assume it’s the same way for women, right? That would make sense to me.
“Right there,” she huffs out. “Ooh. Yes. Yes! Nik, yes!”
Oh my gosh, she just hollered my name and I can feel her clenching tight around me. I’m about to come right along with her.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Yes!”
“Are you?”
“Mmm.” Comes her response.
And then we come together.
Somewhere I’m pretty sure a flock of birds take flight, fireworks light up the sky, and angels begin singing. I come harder than I’ve ever come before in my life, both of us groaning. Ashley falls, her chest crushing against mine. I wrap her in my arms as we come down from the high.
“I’m on the pill,” she says out of the blue.
“Oh, thank fuck,” I mumble when it registers with me why she said it.
She giggles, causing everything to shift. “Meant to tell you earlier but we were a little caught up.”
“Should’ve asked. Makes me a dick.”
“Nah. You knew this last night already. Just thought I’d give you a reminder in case you were wondering after what we just did.”
“Don’t remember that.”
“That’s about all I do remember. That and I think I called you a sex God or something after I had an orgasm. I’m pretty sure I didn’t cry, but there’s no guarantee on that.”
“I gave you one last night, too? I am a sex God!”
She lifts off me, careful for spillage and gently shoves my shoulder. “So fucking full of yourself,” she jokes while making her way to my bathroom, closing the door gently behind her.
I lie back, happy for the first time in a long time. How did I miss the fact that when I was with Stacia I wasn’t happy? How was that not a huge red flag? Funny thing is, though, I’m pretty sure I did think I was happy if I wanted to marry her.
I hear the toilet flush then the water turn on, the sound of her washing her hands for a bit then the water shuts off.
“Top left drawer is a new toothbrush!” I holler.
“Oh, thank goodness. I was about to snoop!” she hollers back.
I grin and settle into the mattress while she brushes her teeth. I would have been okay with her digging through my drawers but figured this would take the stress out of it for both of us.
When she walks out, she looks fresh-faced and she smiles wide, showing me her clean teeth.
“Your turn.”
On my way to the bathroom, I slap her ass cheek just because I can and missed squeezing her butt when we were having sex.
She yelps and I look over my shoulder, winking at her.
“Be out in a second, then we’ll go grab some breakfast and our vehicles.”
I don’t give her a chance to turn me down and close the door behind me. I take care of what I need to in the bathroom and when I return she’s looking down at a pair of panties.
That are ripped in half straight down the center.
I have a feeling that was me.
“Oops?” I wince.
Her eyes are wide and a look of humor is evident when she meets my eyes. “What the hell happened last night?”
“A good time, it appears.”
She just grins, crooks her finger, and I follow, encouraging her to fall onto the bed.
Crawling over her, I roll us so we’re on our sides facing each other.
“Think we need to order food in. I don’t have the energy to cook and I want to try to capture some of the memories from last night.”
“Good plan,” she mutters right before crushing her lips to mine.
And I realize I was right in wanting to kiss them. For hours.
Leaning away just slightly, her glazed over look examines me. “Holy crap. You’re a really good kisser.”
“You don’t want out of this bed today, do you?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea.”
Rather than answer, I show her that I’m on board, too.
Chapter Four
Nikolas - FIVE WEEKS LATER
“I don’t know, Josie. I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”
“What the heck is taking you so long? I’m starving and it’s getting bad out.”
“Well, let’s see. It’s Christmas Eve Eve. There’s a blizzard heading our way. And, to top it off, everyone has lost their minds. I’ll get the rest of the stuff on your list and be over there within an hour.”
“You promise?”
I sigh and drop my head back as I wait in the long-as-fuck line at the grocery store. And that’s when I realize I forgot to buy her damn maxi pads. What kind of sister makes her brother buy her maxi pads?
Josie.
That’s what kind.
So awkward and uncomfortable but yet I do it because she asked and I don’t want her driving on the slick roads. A layer of ice came before the snow is expected to start flying.