The door to my bedroom closes with a click, and my head snaps in that direction. She’s there. Soaking wet, trembling from the cold rain saturating her dress and thathoodie she better never wear again, or I won’t be held accountable for my actions.
She steps forward, holding my gaze. “I’m so cold,” she utters softly, chin trembling as she stops by the pane of glass separating the bedroom from the showcase shower.
Gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.
Every tense, knotted muscle in my body relaxes. The buzz littering my head fades; nothing but soul-soothing quiet blanketing my thoughts. That’s what she does. She cages my demons, introducing a kind of stuffed-inside, tranquil feeling.
“Come here.” I hold my hand out, waiting for her to take it.
Waiting for her to trust me. To lose herself, obey, and submit to the pull between us.
Instead of a step forward, she steps back, pulling the gray hoodie off before reaching behind her to unzip the dress. It falls down her smooth thighs, every inch of her petite body as perfect as I’d memorized.
I stroke myself. Slowly. So fuckingslowly, savoring every second, prolonging the moment.
Mia steps out of her dress, nothing but lacey, beige lingerie covering her body. Lord, you created perfection. Shy, cute, unreasonably titillating. She steps forward, one small foot after the other, and takes my hand, giving up control.
I yank her to me, the urgency of my touch like the kickback of a gun. She’s close. As close as I’ve wanted for weeks. Her back to my chest, my arms around her, one under her ribs, the other clasped over her collarbones. I hold her, soothe her...protecther.
“You’re trembling.” I drop my head, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the dip in her shoulder. “Your pretty butt will sting for days if you ever do that again.”
She sighs, leaning into me. “I like the rain.”
“And I like knowing you’re safe, warm, and comfortable.”
She spins around, tracing the muscles on my arms with the tips of her fingers as she looks into my eyes. “I’m here now. You’ve got me, Nico. What will you do with me?”
I tilt my head back, letting the hot water patter my face, and squeeze my cock at the base, stroking faster.
“I’ll take care of you, baby.” I haul her up. She wraps her legs around my waist. “Warmer?” I ask, standing in a spot where the water cascades down Mia’s back.
“Not yet. Hold me closer.”
My lips are level with hers. The feverish need to taste her spreads through my veins, giving me second-degree burns.
“You have me where you want me,” she reminds me, resting her forehead against mine, her small hands cupping my face. “Why aren’t you taking? Take, Nico.”
I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in. Honeysuckle. Sweet... so fucking sweet. I peck her skin lightly,slowly... letting her feel the heat of my breath.
The pace of my hand pumping the length of my cock turns unforgiving.
I look up, our lips, ourkissa whisper away...
And I still just as the release detonates at the base of my spine, and the load splatters the tiles. A low, pained growl flies past my lips.
“I can’t have you, baby,” I grunt into the empty room, my eyes closed, the orgasm stripping me of the firewall. “You’re not mine to take, no matter how much I want you.”
This is messed up. I can’t even fuck her inside my head because my brain is a cockblocker.
FIFTEEN
Nico
THE WHOLE FAMILY gathers at the Country Club on Friday morning, where a luxury bus waits to take us to an old military airfield outside of town.
Mom’s events used to be more low-key, but since I bought the club and she started organizing the Balls here, her Charity became a hot topic in OC.
With an abundance of important guests came a change in how she hosts. The quarterly events now span two days. A sophisticated dinner party for the biggest donors on Friday and the main invitation-only event on Saturday.
