“You don’t have to tell me what happened,” he murmured.
I squeezed him to my side and kissed his forehead. “Yes, I do. But my story is very different. We didn’t remain friends, and I could barely stand to be in the same state as her. So when I’d had enough, I sold out, and moved to Portland.”
I leaned toward the ice bucket that held the last four beers. Grabbing two, I handed one to him, and I kept the other. Another long pull of the cold liquid allowed the story to come out a little easier.
“We’d been together for three years when Victoria told me she was pregnant. We were both ecstatic about it. We’d had some bumps in our relationship that should have been a warning to me, but I figured most people have shit like that happen. Her job took her away two to three weeks at a time, and I was consumed with the business, so I didn’t feel guilty about the separations. I looked at us as a modern-day couple making the most of our relationship. We were going to get married and buy an apartment together in Soho until I met her for her first appointment at the doctor’s office, ready to hear the heartbeat. As it turns out, when the doctor examined her and did a sonogram, he told us the baby was further along than we’d thought. He calculated that she’d conceived the middle of February. She was in Paris for three weeks that month.”
“Oh god,” he replied.
I chuckled humorlessly. “I demanded a paternity test, and when it came back, I wasnotthe father. I ended things with her immediately. She begged me to forgive her, said we could raise the baby together, and all that bullshit. My Mother and Nonna had been so excited. But once she’d betrayed me, it was over. Not only did she hurt me, but them as well. So I put the business up for sale and moved as far away as I could get. I hated leaving my family, but I had to have some distance. Alejandro suggested I come to Portland. So I did, and the rest is history.”
I took a long pull of my beer and stared at the tree. Nick shifted at my side, took the bottle from my hands, and crawled into my lap and straddled me. He took my face in his hands the way I always did with him, and kissed me.
Opening for him, Nick threaded his fingers into my hair as the beer on our tongues mingled together. When he pulled back, he looked me in the eye. “I’m so sorry, baby. That was a cruel thing to do, and I’ll never betray your trust like that.”
I knew I could trust his words. He wasn’t anything like her.
I pulled him back to me and took his mouth in a bruising kiss. My hands snaked around him and down the back of his jeans. I rubbed my fingers across the denim covering his crease and applied pressure.
Nick moaned into my mouth as he sat on my now-hard dick. I needed to be inside him and to feel him everywhere. He was the only one who could take away the pain of losing a child that wasn’t mine to begin with.
I tore my head back and kissed down his neck. “I need inside you. I need to feel you.”
He nodded and rose to his knees to unbutton his jeans. “Stand up,” I rasped.
When he stood, he pulled his shirt over his head as I pulled in his denim covered crotch to nuzzle. His heat combined with the scent of musk made me desperate for him. I pulled back to unzip him and watched as his hard cock bounced from me tugging at his jeans.
Stopping, I reached for his pre-cum slicked cock and stuffed it in my mouth, sucking and moaning as we freed him from his jeans together.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he moaned, then began to thrust his hips.
It wasn’t enough. He’d lit my fire, and I had to finish this with him on my cock and me buried deep in his ass.
I reached down to unbutton and free my dick. Nick leaned over me, bracing himself on the bed with one hand, and pulled my shirt up. I didn’t pull off him until I had to.
We were both frantic to be together, but we needed lube and a condom.
“My wallet,” he panted. “Both are in there.”
I grinned up at him and handed him his pants. Nick fished out his wallet, and I took him back into my mouth while he looked for what we needed.
“You’re not making this easy, asshole,” he said, squirming as I continued to suck his cock and massage his balls.
I laughed around his cock, then pulled off. “That’s the whole point. I’m trying to make it easy onyourasshole.”
“Finally,” he growled. He dropped the condom and travel lube on my lap as he tossed his wallet over his shoulder.
“Hurry up, babe.” Nick was vibrating in his skin as he lightly jerked himself while I worked him open. He was sexy as fuck, standing over me with his cock in his hand, muscles flexing, and his dick dripping for me.
I stopped looking at him to focus on what I was doing. As soon as I was covered and lubed, I patted his hip. “Okay, come on.”
Nick lowered himself to his knees as I held my cock straight up for him. Slowly, he sunk down until my tip rested at his entrance. He wrapped his right arm around my shoulder and leaned into me as he lowered his tight ass onto my shaft.
I dropped my head back to the bed and moaned until he was fully seated on my lap, and his hard cock was leaking between us.
Nick was breathing hard as he began to slide his body up and down my slick cock, adjusting his hips for me to hit his prostate.
“Babe, gotta move,” I grunted through gritted teeth.
