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“Fuck, yes,” I cry as he bottoms out inside me, my entire body shooting up the bed with his powerful thrusts.
Unlike the previous bed we destroyed, Nico’s is a little more sturdy. The thing doesn’t so much as rattle as he rails me like his life depends on it.
“Come for me, Siren. I need to feel you strangling the life out of my cock.”
“NICO,” I scream, my nails raking across the already scratched-up skin of his back as he drives me higher and higher.
“Fuck, yes. Fuck, NICO.”
“FUCKING YES,” he bellows, following me right over the edge, filling me to the brim once again.
His arms give out and he collapses on top of me. It’s hot, sticky, and sweaty, but neither of us do anything about it. He doesn’t even pull out of me before we both pass out.
* * *
When I come to again, the bright summer sun is streaming in through the open curtains, the heat of it making my body burn up right along with the dead weight pinning me to the bed.
Looking down, I find Nico fast asleep and curled around me like a fucking snake.
If it weren’t for my desperate need to pee, I might just lie back and enjoy this rare peaceful moment with him. But as it is, if I don’t move, we’re both going to be getting the kind of bath neither of us wants.
“Nico,” I whisper-hiss, hoping to wake him enough that he’ll release me. But the great oaf doesn’t so much as flinch. “Nico,” I say a little louder.
Nothing.
“You really were sent to test me, huh?” I mutter, attempting to unwrap his limbs from my body.
It takes a bit of effort, but eventually, I manage to slide out from beneath him.
And he still doesn’t wake up.
I walk to his bathroom with a sappy smile on my face, ensuring I spin around before I close the door to take in the sight of Nico lying on his front, his bare arse fully on show as he hugs a pillow.
My need for the bathroom stops me from running to find my phone to snap a photo, but he can bet his playboy reputation on the fact I’ll be getting that image for my spank bank the second I emerge.
“Oh, yes,” I breathe as relief floods my system.
As I sit there, I look around Nico’s tidy bathroom, thinking of other times I’ve been here and appreciating just how different everything feels this time.
For the first time… possibly in my life, I’m not planning my escape.
I might have spent the night with Nico before—Brad, even… shudder—but I’ve always woken with an escape plan, my need to put space between me and my bedmate the single most important thing in those few moments.
But right now, leaving is the last thing on my mind.
I’d have thought this moment would be terrifying, but after everything that happened yesterday, I’m mostly just relaxed about walking out of this room and crawling back into bed with him.
This time last week, I was doing everything I could think of to remove him from my life. I knew it was pointless, even if I refused to acknowledge the fact. It’s amazing how fast things can change. Especially when you live a life like Nico and the other guys do.
Any of them—any of us—could have died last night. One wrong move and our little family could be missing vital parts today.
Sobering thoughts of how last night could have ended are enough to stop me trying to get back into bed. I know that if I do, I’ll just end up lying there, replaying it all in my head over and over until I drive myself insane.
So instead of sneaking back out, I turn the shower on, borrow Nico’s toothbrush and set about getting ready for a day of hopefully doing nothing.
He’s still passed out, gloriously naked when I return from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my still-damp body.
Ignoring my overnight bag, I pull Nico’s wardrobe open instead and steal one of his t-shirts. I grab a pair of knickers, but I don’t put them on. Instead, I twist the lace around his exposed fingers and go in search of my phone.
