I didn’t pay much attention to the room when we entered. I was too busy getting my fill of Nick. I swear to God, my heart couldn’t enlarge any more tonight if it tried. Nick made love to me. It was an exhilarating experience that made me fall in love with him even more than I thought possible. He was attentive and sweet, while also rocking my world like he has many times the past year and a half.
After snuggling deeper into his bare chest, I continue absorbing the room. My brows furrow not long later when I notice a wallet and a set of keys sitting on the other bedside table. My confused gaze shifts to Nick. “Are you sharing a room?”
When he laughs, I pop my head off his chest. A grin tugs on my lips. I can’t help it; his smiles are infectious. “I completely forgot.”
After jumping out of bed, he sends a text message. While the whoosh sounds through my ears, he gathers our clothing scattered around the room. I get dressed, sans panties, since Nick added them to his recently started collection.
A smile stretches across my face when he also puts on his jeans commando-style. Once I’m fully covered, he heads for the door and swings it open. My cheeks heat when Slater enters the room two seconds later. When he notices me sitting on the bed, his lengthy steps freeze mid-stride. I run my hand down my hair in vain, trying to tame my unruly locks. I’m horrified he’s seeing me like this. We’re close, but we’re notthisclose.
With a smile assuring me it's alright, Slater collects his wallet and keys from the bedside table then heads for the door. On his way out, he stops at Nick’s side. He whispers something to him, but he’s so quiet, I can’t make out what he says. It must not be good, though, because Nick’s throat works hard to swallow before he nods.
When he finally exits the room, I flop onto the bed, mortified. Even if I wanted to act innocent, the smell of sex filtering through the air would foil my endeavor. Chuckling at my groan, Nick joins me on the bed. When I turn to face him, he runs his hand down my burning cheek.
“I thought I was the only one who made you all flustered.”
I smile. “You are.” I drop my lower lip into a pout. “These are my embarrassed cheeks.”
The switch from embarrassed to cranky when Nick chuckles. “I’m sure he's witnessed worse.”
I stiffen. If the stories I’ve heard are anything to go by, I have no doubt Slater has seen much worse. He did walk in on Nick having sex with his fiancée.
When Nick spots my soured expression, his pupils dilate. “You know, don’t you?”
I nod while my gaze drifts to the ceiling. Finding out what he did to Slater was one of the main reasons I tried to stay away from him. I knew he was a player, but knowing he could do that to his friend made it so much worse.
“I was young and stupid.”
I return my eyes to Nick. “Your age isn’t an excuse, Nick. What you did to Slater was wrong.”
“I know.” His head bobs up and down as rapidly as his Adam’s apple. “I’ve tried to make it up to him.”
My anger dampens from the genuine remorse in his eyes. “Have you ever said you were sorry? Sometimes that’s all a person needs to hear.”
He looks ashamed before he shakes his head.
“Then maybe that’s a good place to start.”
Chapter Forty-Three
Nick
Ihad never considered what Slater went through when he walked in on me fucking Nikki. I’ve always believed I was doing him a favor, but after seeing Jenni kiss Christian, I have more understanding of the hell I put him through. Saying sorry doesn’t seem like enough, but what Jenni said is true: it's a start.
“I’ll talk to him.”
Jenni smiles before rolling over to balance her chin on my chest. “I knew you weren’t all bad.”
Her hot breath fanning my chest causes my cock to stiffen. She giggles when I roll her over until I am on top of her. I keep my weight off her with my arms, ensuring I don’t crush our baby.
“I’m only bad for you.”
Her giggles are stuffed into her throat by my tongue when my mouth seals over hers. Unlike our earlier romp, this one is greedy. We kiss until we’re sharing the same air and our skin is slicked with an equal amount of sweat and arousal. It’s as if the new hormones rushing through Jenni’s veins make her obsessed with my cock. She strokes me through my jeans the entire time, never once relinquishing the rock behind my zipper from her hold. I don’t mind. I’m more than fucking grateful for her commitment. It’s been weeks since her hands where on mine; I was almost jealous when they were clutching the bedsheets in a white-knuckled hold when she orgasmed earlier.
When I un-pop the button on my jeans and push them down my thighs, my cock springs free, and Jenni licks her lips. She doesn’t need to tell me what’s on her mind. Her ravenous glance answers all my questions. She wants my cock in her mouth, and I’m more than happy to oblige. I’m a cocky bastard who has no shyness when it comes to saying I have a spectacular cock, but even someone with an ego as big as mine knows there’s no way my cock will reach her belly if it’s in her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I groan when my cock is surrounded by the pillowly goodness known as Jenni’s lips.
I’m not a good man. I’ve bedded more woman than I care to admit, and fucked with my bandmates’ minds like they’re my little minions, so I have no fucking clue what I ever did to deserve this. Her lips are wicked enough I’d take it all back in an instant if I could. This shouldn’t feel good. I should be scared by how unhinged she makes me, petrified her lips inching down my cock have me wanting to give up more than my player lifestyle, but I’m not. I’m ecstatic, and in all honesty, I’m looking forward to the next chapter of our life.
