“I told her,” he admitted.
“What did she say?”
“Nothing. Not then or since.”
“When was this?”
“A couple of weeks ago.”
Nico had considered bringing it up again, but he was scared to because he didn’t want to ruin the good thing they had. If she wanted to talk about it, she would confront him. Until then, he didn’t want to rock the boat. He wouldn’t only be risking their business relationship if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. He could also lose her friendship, and that meant more to him than anything else.
Stone sucked on his neck, and Nico gasped, reaching back to grab his thigh. He held on, succumbing to the sensual assault, unable to resist. He’d been with a few men since his night with Stone, but none of those encounters had ever felt right.
This…
This felt right.
Being with Stone felt right.
Like he was exactly where he belonged.
With both Stevie and Stone, Nico felt that sense of completeness that had evaded him for so long. He wanted more, but he was scared to admit that. Scared he was going to push them in a direction that would have catastrophic repercussions if it didn’t work out.
Stone’s hand slid over Nico’s throat. He applied pressure, pulling Nico’s head back. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt. Not sincethat night. The dominance in his touch rekindled that longing that had been simmering inside him.
“Take me to your room, Nico.” Stone bit that sensitive spot where his shoulder met his neck. “Take me to your bed.”
Unable to resist, that was exactly what Nico did.
***
Stone expected Nico to resist. At thevery least, come up with an excuse.
He didn’t.
Nico led the way through the dark house, past the living room, past the door to Stevie’s room. He continued down a long, narrow hallway that ended at the door to his bedroom.
Testing the waters, Stone instructed Nico to get on the bed.
“Face down,” he demanded when Nico didn’t hesitate. “Don’t move.”
He found a switch for the lamp on the nightstand. It provided enough light to see by, so he perused the room, taking it in, wanting to get a feel for Nico’s personal space.
The room was enormous and felt even bigger because there wasn’t much furniture. A king-sized bed, two nightstands, and a large armoire were all that it held, aside from the large shag rug on the floor and the curtains hanging over a sliding door on the back wall. The curtain was pulled back so that half of the door was uncovered. Beyond, it was pitch black, making the glass act as a mirror, allowing Stone to see Nico’s form on the bed.
“Condoms?”
“Nightstand.”
Stone assumed he meant the one he was standing beside, so he opened it. Sure enough, there was a box of condoms already open. He retrieved one. He found a bottle of water-based lubricant tucked inside. He grabbed that, too.
Setting both on the nightstand, Stone moved to the side of the bed. He stripped off his jeans, then helped to rid Nico of his pants, leaving both on the floor. He joined Nico on the bed, forcing his legs wide so he could kneel between them. Starting at Nico’s calves, Stone gently kneaded his muscles, working his way higher. He lingered momentarily at Nico’s ass, his thumbs dipping low, grazing Nico’s heavy ball sac.
Nico’s body quivered, but he didn’t move.
To show his approval, Stone pressed his lips at the base of Nico’s spine, then trailed his mouth over the hot, firm skin of his back. The guy was ripped, every muscle perfectly contoured, as though he’d been molded by an artist.
Stone worked his way higher until he reached his neck.
