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I nodded. “Yeah, this was done for my graduation. It’s only supposed to be in there for six weeks, and it’s going on eight now.”
It was really cool, but it’d taken a lot of time, and around four hundred dollars to do it.
It had looked great in my graduation pictures, though.
My hand that’d been resting on his chest underneath the blanket fell down when he repositioned himself, ending up right above his belt buckle.
We both froze. We’d been more than aware of each other all night.
I knew the moment I launched myself into his arms from Nautica’s back that he wanted to have me.
It’d been in his eyes. His need. His want.
He’d had a rough day, and I’d scared him by riding Nautica the way I used to.
And when I’d thought about it while we were eating pizza, he’d always give me a lecture after I’d done it when we were younger. Then he’d disappear for twenty minutes, coming back in a much better mood.
It didn’t take much brainstorming to guess what fighting with me would do to him.
Our emotions had been high. Our bodies close. And accusations had been flying.
In the end, we’d both been a needy mess, but we’d never acted on a thing.
Today, though, we were older. We could act on those things because we were both of age.
Or we would’ve been able to if we hadn’t had a houseful of people.
I pretended to be asleep as I let my hands work underneath the shirt he wore.
My hands encountered the soft tuft of hair that led from his belly button to his cock, and I ran my fingers up and down it, letting my fingers dip down below his waistband before I’d start back up again.
He’d tensed, his muscles flexing with each pass of my fingers.
On one such dip of my fingers, he sucked in his belly, allowing my fingers to slide even further down.
My fingers extended down until they reached the base of his cock, where the root of him met the pubic hair.
I shivered, as did he.
My fingers quickly disappeared, but I’d felt the hardness. I knew what was waiting for me.
And the entire thing made me feel like such a bad girl.
There was something just so naughty about doing this in front of his friends.
Not that I’d ever go any further than that.
But just the thought sent shivers shooting down my spine.
My hand stayed firmly planted on his belly, high above his waistline.
But the seed had been planted, and that was almost worse for both of us.
It was another ten long minutes before Nico abruptly stood.
Without the support of his body, I face planted onto the couch.
The men looked at Nico in surprise, but Nico wasted no time. “Alright, y’all need to leave. I’m ready for bed.”
It was more than obvious to not just me but the rest of them that Nico wasn’t ready for bed. He was ready for something else. Not that they’d say anything on the contrary.
They all stood good naturedly, shook his hand, and left without another word.
When the last one left the driveway, Nico locked the door and turned to where I was still lying on the couch.
And he wasted no more time coming to me.
Nor stripping his clothes off as he came.
When I was younger, I’d always liked to compare Nico to the wild horses we used to see when we went out of the state to auctions.
They’d been captured in Nevada; sold by private land owners for profit. Although they’d done nothing ‘illegal’ per say, the whole idea of them being in captivity was wrong.
I remembered looking at them, feeling their pent up energy. They were very intelligent creatures, and they wanted nothing more than to run free.
Which had been the very thing that’d reminded me of Nico.
He was powerful, strong, and intelligent.
He was silent and lethal, much like those caged wild horses had been.
Weary at being caged, they bided their time, just waiting for their chance to run free again.
Most never got that chance; to this day, I could remember the disgust on Nico’s face as he’d seen those horses being herded into the back of trailers.
That was what would happen if I tried to take away his passion.
If I tried to make him stop doing what he loved, protecting the public, he’d do it. But he’d never be happy again. Never truly be who I’d fallen in love with.
“Deep thoughts?” He asked once he stopped at the foot of the couch.
I shook my head. “No. I just want you to know that I support you. Whatever you want to do, I’m here for you.”
His eyes went hot, and I swear to God, I felt that look all the way to my toes.
They curled as he dropped his pants, and I swallowed thickly.
“Stand up,” he growled, causing my nipples to pebble into hard peaks.
I threw the blanket off of my legs and stood, waiting for his next instruction.
When I went to pull my shorts down, his hands stayed mine, looking his fill.
His eyes traveled up the length of my bare legs, stopping when they came into contact with the top of my shorts.
They’d ridden up so they more resembled short boy shorts rather than normal shorts.
They were a thin knit material. And by thin, I meant very thin. As in each line and seam could be seen through them.
So his eyes had frozen on where the shorts had ridden up between my legs, lodging into places that weren’t usually sexy.
To Nico, though, it was and more if the large steel pole jutting out of the bottom of his boxer briefs was any indication.
I could just make out the head of his cock as it slipped out the very bottom of the tight band around his thigh.
Before I could ogle it too long, though, his voice snapped my attention back up to my face.
“Take your shirt off,” he commanded.
I crossed my arms over my chest, grasped the hem of the shirt, and pulled it over my head.
My skin started to pebble the moment the cold air hit my exposed flesh, causing me to shiver.
