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Lainey

I take a deep breath and climb my fingers up Nick’s still frame. His chest is tight, as if he’s holding in a breath. I place a kiss above his heart and lay my head against his chest. His heart thuds against my ear.

He wants me. Although, I’ve always known he wanted me physically. That has never been an issue.

But tonight, there’s something more there. His hand comes up to cup the back of my head. With a little tug, he has me looking up into his face.

“You sure?” he asks. His voice is husky and warm.

“Are you?”

Whatever his reservations were, they are burned away by my touch, my plea, and his want. “Yeah, but there’s no turning back.” The hand in my hair tightens. “This way is forward only, Lainey. We do this and we figure it out together, or we have to be done. For both our sakes.”

It’s a risk. Loving him has never been safe. I’ve tried to turn away from those feelings for so long but I’m done running. “Do you want me to find someone else?”

“Do that and I’ll kill him.”

His mouth finds mine with hunger. His lips are a fierce slash against my mouth, moving with a predatory intent he hasn’t shown before. My shirt is over my head before I draw another breath, our lips barely breaking contact.

He shoves me back up on the counter and delves lower to capture one erect nipple between his teeth. Heat sears through me as he sucks hard, drawing on that invisible cord from my breasts to my core. I feel alive in a way that only he manages to conjure. Every inch of me is vibrating in anticipation of his next kiss, his next bite, his next touch.

I stroke my hands over the thick muscles in his back, tracing his shoulder blades, meeting at the indentation of his spine. He tenses under my light caress, his rib cage expanding and contracting rapidly as if he can’t get enough air into his lungs.

“Nick, bedroom,” I plead. I need to get him horizontal because the contact I have right now isn’t cutting it. I want him draped all over me, skin to skin, so that every part of my body is connecting with every part of his body. Maddeningly, he resists my urgings. He releases one breast to take up the torture of the other one.

I scoot off the counter to get closer to him but he pushes me back. Diving lower, he traces a hot, wet line down my belly to the top of my pants. Desire pulses through me, lighting up my trigger points. With a rough tug, he pulls my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I kick them off. He spreads my legs with his wide shoulders and then presses a hot, intimate kiss against me.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Lainey. Wanted you. Waited for you. Now you’re going to wait for me.”

“If this is torture, sign me up,” I croak.

He laughs, soft puffs of air hitting my tender, private spots, making me squirm against the counter. He places soft kisses along my inner thighs, down to the backs of my knees. Electric current chases up and down, thickening my blood, making my heartbeat pound hard in my ears. My senses are flooded with him as he takes me apart, one tender kiss at a time.

“I lied,” I whimper when he bypasses my clit for the hundredth time. “I don’t like this torture. You’re killing me.”

He chuckles again. “We can’t have that.” He slides his hands under my butt and pulls me to the very edge of the counter. “You need to be alive for what happens next.”

But then he slays me with his tongue. He primed me so well that one lick and I’m cast out over the edge. And as I’m quivering from my release, he feasts on me, not allowing one moment of respite before pushing me off the cliff again. He works my center as if it’s his private playing field, one that he knows as intimately as his own body. I raise a fist to my mouth to muffle my cries, sobbing my release against my own hand.

He rises, then, looming above me. His face is granite hard and his irises have turned obsidian black with naked desire. I attack his pants, whipping off the buckle, pushing down his underwear until his long, hard, beautiful shaft springs free.

“Take me, Nick.”

He fishes a condom out of his back pocket and rolls it down with one hand. He takes hold of himself and guides his broad head between my rosy, swollen, lower lips. “Look at us,” he orders in a raspy voice. “Look at how hard I am for you.” I gulp at the pornographic sight of his cock piercing my body. “I own you from now on, Lainey.”

The possessiveness in his voice thrills me. “Then don’t make me wait another second.”

He thrusts into me with so much force that my head would’ve hit the cabinets if he hadn’t jerked me forward at the same time. Our mouths collide in a wet, hot impact. He hammers into me with such ferocity that I can’t find anything strong enough to brace myself against. Finally, I give up and cling to him, wrapping my legs around him and reveling in every rough pass of his hard body as it pushes against mine.

It’s a violent coming together because we’ve pushed these wants and desires aside for so long. We’ve tried to sublimate them beneath a layer of friendship and a coating of civility when, in all reality, we’ve panted like animals in heat after one another.

So we can’t be slow, savoring each moment. We’re too desperate, and it shows in the way my nails scrape and dig into his flesh, in the way his mouth slants proprietorially over mine, in the way his cock drives sharply into my body. I let him claim me, and in return, I mark him as mine.

The intense pleasure overwhelms me. Our bodies strike against each other, like the scrape of a flint against a rock, sending sparks into the air. We take them in, stoking the heat until it entirely engulfs us, burning us to ash and bringing us back to life. What control I have over my body gives way and I forget where I am, who I am, until I crash back to earth—a sweaty, exhausted, fully drained mess.

I rest my forehead against Nick’s shoulder as he pounds into me, until he finds his own release moments later. I hold him as his large, sinewy, utterly male frame shudders against me.

“Lainey, fucking hell,” he curses, setting my ass back on the counter. It’s cold without his hands. I feel empty after he withdraws but at least I’m sitting. He rests what seems like his entire weight on one arm next to me. “I’m weak in the knees,” he confesses with an irresistible smile.

“I’m glad I’m sitting down,” I admit. I stroke a palm lightly against the hard curve of his jaw, running a finger across his reddened lower lip that looks as if I bit it too hard. “Did I hurt you?”

He purses his lips and presses a kiss against my finger. “Not even close.”

With obvious reluctance, he steps away to take care of the condom. He tosses me my pants and undies, neither which I want to slip on over my current state, but I slip off the counter and don the pants anyway. He tugs his jeans into place and then zips up, not bothering to button the top of them closed. I can see a whisper of his hair and the erotic sight has my whole body clenching again.

“Oh no, don’t look at me like that,” he warns.

“Like what?” I ask innocently.

“Like you want to go another round.”

I shrug. “So what if I do?”

He leans down to give me a quick kiss. “Because then I’ll stay and you won’t be able to get rid of me.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat? Because if so, it’s not terribly effective.” I smooth a hand down his arm, enjoying the solid feel of his muscles under my palm.

“No, it’s a promise I plan to keep after you explain all of this to Cassidy, and we work out a plan to ease her into having me around more.”

My hand halts mid-stroke. “She’s already used to having Uncle Nick around.”

“I don’t want to be Cassidy’s uncle, Lainey. I’m talking about something more permanent.” A crease forms on his beautiful forehead. “Is that going to be a problem?”

I drop my hand from his arm and step back. “I…we can have all of this without a change in your status to Cassidy.” I try to recall the exact terms of my agreement with Chip. The stuff about staying away from Nick and Charlie weren’t part of the original agreement. They weren’t even around when I’d taken the original blood money. They were merely an effective threat he’d thrown in my face later. I don’t even know if Cassidy could be adopted, if that’s what Nick is talking about.

“No.” He says implacably. “But I tell you what. I’ll fix that problem you can’t talk about.”

He swipes his keys up and walks away, his long strides carrying him to the door in quick order. I chase after him. “Nick, wait. What are you going to say? I could…Cassidy could be taken away from me. As much as I want you, I can’t trade her. I won’t.” My eyes beg him for understanding.

“You won’t have to.”

And with those cryptic words, he’s gone.

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