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“I don’t doubt it. Your mind’s always busy,” she said dryly.
The mention of his parents brought back more unpleasant memories of the homecoming dance where he’d attempted to kiss her and she’d run off to the sounds of his mother’s screeching. He’d been seventeen but his mother, the warden, hadn’t cared.
Why he’d chosen to make his move when his mom was chaperone, she had no clue.
Not that she’d have kissed him back anyway. Her friends had nicknamed them the Chic and the Geek. Her response had been to denounce Nicky right and left, lest anyone believed she might actually— gasp! — like him.
God, she was such a bitch. Still was. What could he possibly see in her?
Nice tits, remember?
Right. As if Carter Nicholas was shallow enough to simply care about her body. No, that was her department. She was the one who compared her lovers’ girths unflatteringly to fruits and vegetables. Nowadays the only friend she reported to was Kelly, who usually laughed and refrained from sharing any details of her own. Other than Kel’s odd little sex list, noting who she wanted to sleep with and how they ranked, she was remarkably discreet. She just hadn’t found Mr. Right yet.
Then again maybe Kelly’s Mr. Right was right here, stroking his cock against Alana’s back.
Kelly deserved Carter. Not Alana. She belonged with Ram, who hadn’t wanted her for more than a few public screws. At Kink, everyone could hear her faked moans from his “stupendous” lovemaking. In private, he hadn’t been interested.
She closed her eyes and pressed them against her arm. To her horror, they were wet.
“What’s wrong, Mac?”
He sounded so concerned. She wanted to yell at him, to pick a fight about something stupid so she could return to her normal life. But God, she couldn’t stand the idea of leaving. Little had she known that stepping into the past would be a hundred times worse than she could’ve guessed.
Because she wanted another chance.
“Let me up,” she murmured, hating the thickness in her voice. The damn weakness.
He climbed off her immediately.
She sat up and shoved her tangled curls out of her face. He was sprawled beside her, his eyes radiating worry. Instead of speaking, she leaned down and took his mouth, kissing him hard enough to evaporate her tears.
She drove her hands in his hair and he skimmed his down to her ass. He gripped her flesh roughly enough to bruise, completely unlike the way he’d been the night before. Maybe he sensed her desperation. Reveling in it, she rolled with him across the bed, swallowing his grunts as she undulated against his long, wiry frame. The geek he’d been had disappeared inside a leanly muscled body but he was still Carter.
Her Nicky.
He’d changed. Even if he hadn’t, she would’ve seen him through new eyes. He cared about her, had somehow cared all these years. Some parts of himself he’d worked on, true. She could do the same.
And her internal makeover started now.
“Your cock.” She flung the words at him between long, drugging kisses. “I want it in my mouth.”
If she’d expected him to look shocked, she didn’t get her wish. He didn’t kneel in front of her but rose to stand at her side. Nicky had a platform- style bed, putting him at just the right height for her to accept him this way. She shifted until her head neared the edge of the mattress, giving her a choice view of his erection.
Oh yeah, this would be fun.
He shifted behind her and finger- combed her hair, stroking her scalp. What hands he had. A sigh escaped her as she closed her eyes and let her mind empty. By the time he nudged his cock against her lips, her body was loose and soft.
She didn’t take much at first. He was stiff and ready, fat droplets of fluid dampening his slit. She licked those off first, savoring his slightly almond flavor. She scooted backward, eager for more. Once she’d situated herself for maximum pleasure for him— and imminent head rush for her— she opened her mouth all the way.
Most of the guys she’d been with would’ve dived for gold, but he waited for her to relax her throat enough to take him comfortably. He didn’t
rush her. His fingers sculpted her breasts as she sucked, using every ounce of technique she had to make it good for him. Lots of saliva, lots of hard pulls designed to push him over as fast as possible. She had to stop a few times to catch her breath and get her bearings. Her skin slickened with perspiration despite the A/C and when she rubbed her cheek against his tensed thigh, she realized he was sweating too.
At least she had some skills. She didn’t have a math degree like Kelly and she wasn’t a reporter on a secret assignment, but she knew how to take award- winning photos of glass dildos and give great head.
Tipping her head back, her lips enveloped him again. His hard length filled her throat and his low groans ricocheted around the room. And when she released him to suck his balls into her mouth? He nearly bellowed her name.
“Mac, enough.”
