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“Well…alright.” I peek my face out, bringing my bottle with me as I wrap the blankets around me instead of over my head. “What is it?”
“Okay! Well for starters we have hibachi steak, fried rice, and vegetables. There’s a side of ginger salad and miso soup as well. And an eel avocado roll and something called a dragon roll? Not sure what it is, but it sounded good and I know you like sushi.” He gets more and more excited with every word and the smells reach my nose as he unwraps boxes and takeout containers, then sets them on the coffee table. My mouth is actively watering and I lean forward to breathe deeply.
“Then after dinner, I have a triple chocolate cheesecake, moose track ice cream, and an assortment of salty chips and snacks as well.” My eyes start watering without warning and I hiccup as I set my wine bottle off to the side. “I didn’t exactly know which ones were your favorite, so I got a bit of everything.
“I also replaced a couple of your favorite bottles of wine for the pain. I know that ibuprofen and things like that don’t always work for some people, and since you weren’t taking any, I figured you just use alcohol. I did get some basic pain relievers and ones marketed for cramps specifically just in case, though. And here’s a heating pad.” He talks freely as he rustles through plastic shopping bags, not noticing that I’m now crying, until I accidentally let out a full blown sob. He immediately freezes. “Are you okay? Is it the pain? What do you need?”
“No! No. It’s not that!” I speak through the force of my sobs as I wave him off. “I’ve just never had someone take care of me like this before. I mean, I had my nana, but you’ve met her. We’re both independent to a fault and don’t really lean on each other like that.”
Nic is silent and still for a moment, before I’m suddenly lifted from my cocoon and placed directly beside him. He makes quick work of tucking me beneath a mountain of blankets and holding me to his side.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore, do you?” He says stiffly, before sniffing and holding me tighter. “So, dessert or food first?”
“Food. Definitely, food.” I grin, wiping away the remnants of my period driven tears, something clicking into place inside me as he simply follows my request and places containers on our blanketed laps.
I struggle to get a bite of food into my mouth with the cheap plastic spoon that came with the hibachi, probably not helped by the copious amount of alcohol dulling my fine motor skills, and Nic’s aura flairs with amusement. Without a word, he snatches the spoon out of my hand and, the next thing I know, something is pressing against my lips. I open up instinctively and a juicy bite of steak practically detonates my tastebuds.
“Izabella, please don’t make those noises, I won’t be able to control myself if you do. And I’d really like you to actually get some food in you today.” His voice is thick, his aura leaking lust all around me, only heightening the burn I thought had fizzled out earlier, bringing it roaring back to life. “No. No. Don’t get any ideas. Be a good girl and eat your food first.”
“Yes, sir…” I practically purr the words, licking my lips and opening my mouth out for another bite. I can’t help it that my back arches and my mouth wraps around the chopsticks he’s using as he places the steak on my tongue. And I totally can’t help the moan that leaves my throat as the flavor wreaks havoc inside my mouth.
“¡Por el amor de dios!Fucking fine! We’ll do it your way!” He growls out the words, moments later my lap is emptied of food containers and I’m being ripped from beneath the blankets. I let out a squeal as Kai’s shirt is torn from my body, quickly followed by my shorts and panties as he pushes me onto my back on the couch. Luckily, it’s covered by blankets that I can throw out afterwards if they’re ruined by what we’re about to do.
I have only a moment of embarrassment as I feel a tug on my tampon, but Nic doesn’t even hesitate, he simply pulls it straight out and tosses it into one of the plastic bags. Hopefully an empty one. No need to waste good food and all that.
Seconds later, his bare skin grazes over mine as he settles his weight over me. I expect a hand on my throat, or a growl, or him merely shoving himself inside of me–this is Nic after all–but he does none of those things.
Instead, a soft touch of his knuckle strokes down the side of my face before trailing down my body. The touch is featherlight and so goddamn controlled, every hair on my body stands up on end, goosebumps peppering my skin as he moves his touch to trace my collarbone, then down my side to show reverence to my pelvic bone.
When his hand finds my pussy, he doesn’t dive in or add any pressure, just skates his fingers over my clit, forcing me to jerk my hips up at the teasing touch of his fingertips. “Nic?” His name leaving my mouth is a half question, half plea, but he presses his lips gently against mine as he circles my clit teasingly.
“Shh,mi vida. I’ve got you. I know I haven’t been the man you deserve, but I promise I’m ready to try. Whether that’s with or without the other two. I know my place now. And I want to show you how much I want you too. Will you let me do that? Will you give me another chance?”
A tear leaves my eyes, tracking down the side of my face and disappearing into my hairline as I nod jerkily. Words are lost to me, and so is understanding. I have no idea what’s gotten into him.
I’m no one special.
Hell, it’s not like I’ve done anything to actuallyearnthis level of devotion from these guys.
So, why?
And why do I suddenly feel like I should be spouting the same proclamations, making the same promises, vowing to be better and do better? Why do I feel like I want to?
His lips find mine once more, so gently and lovingly that it cuts off every thought but the ones of what he’s doing as he adds pressure to my clit, massaging it in addicting circles and movements that have me reaching for the jump into oblivion as if I’ve been standing on the edge for ages just waiting.
His tongue asks for entry into my mouth and I acquiesce, opening up and allowing him in. This time, when our tongues meet in the middle, neither one of us battles for purchase or tries to gain ground or dominance. It’s a dance of equals, the movements in sync with the fingers on my clit.
My release catapults through me so suddenly and beautifully that I feel like I’m being swept away into a land of unending pleasure and flight. It’s toe curling, mind numbing, and all around devastating as wave after wave of bliss rushes through me.
The come down is just as graceful, slowly receding bit by bit and giving more and more of my awareness back, until I can quite clearly feel Nic braced above me, his aura satisfied and proud, calm and peaceful.
“You come so beautifully,mi vida.” He peppers my neck with soft kisses as his cock reaches my center, but he doesn’t push in right away, he gently rolls his strong hips around, teasing the head through my over sensitive folds until I’m panting and squirming beneath him.
I suddenly want to be so completely filled that I don’t even know my own name, and I try to arch up and push him where I want him. Where I need him. Because then maybe I won’t be forced to feel these emotions that are trying to sneak up on me while my defenses are down.
“I want you to know that I’m ready, Izabella. Whenever you are too, I’ll be here.” Nic whispers the words in my ear as he continues rolling his hips in a teasing way, my heart pounding violently against my chest as his body stays flush with mine, the sweat coating our skin mixing together and slickening his movements all the more.
“Izabella...” His hips snap forward, his cock aided by the slickness of my channel as he sinks in to the hilt. His mouth covers mine as a scream is forced from my throat at the intrusion, swallowing every noise I make and claiming it for himself.
