“Fuck.” He clamped his teeth together, his eyes lowering to the point where their bodies were connected.
Stevie watched him as he watched himself fuck her. It sent her spiraling again, another orgasm pummeling her as intensely as the first.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunted and groaned. “God, yes, Stevie. Oh, fuck…” Stone slammed into her one final time, holding himself there.
Stevie watched his face as he came deep inside her. It triggered another mini eruption that had her pussy locking down on him. His expression contorted into something that resembled pain.
When they were both wrung dry, he fell forward, catching himself before he crushed her. Giving herself over to the moment, Stevie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
As she did, she prayed that this man wouldn’t stomp on her heart again. It was bad enough that the damn thing was already belly up, begging him to love her the way she’d always wanted him to.
***
Nico was pouring coffee into a mugwhen Stevie appeared.
“Mornin’,” he greeted.
“Mornin’,” she rumbled, her response not quite as cheerful. In fact, he’d go so far as to say it was hesitant.
“You should be hungry after that,” he said, keeping his tone nonchalant.
“Oh, God.” She covered her face with her hands.
Nico figured he could approach this a few different ways. One, he could act like he had no idea Stevie and Stone just fucked in his bed. Of course, he would have to be deaf to think that since Stevie’s cries had echoed through the entire house. Or two, he could acknowledge that he was aware of her early morning extracurricular activities and pretend it was an everyday occurrence. Or three, he could greet her the way he’d wanted to greet her for the past couple of months and hope that it didn’t make things weird between them.
Nico set the coffee mug on the counter and walked over to Stevie.
Option three was the only one that made sense to him.
Tilting her chin up with one finger, he pulled her hands away from her face. Her eyes were wide, glittering with what looked like concern or maybe embarrassment. It was difficult to tell.
Leaning down, Nico tilted his head and pressed his lips to hers. He waited until her mouth softened before he kissed her, licking his way inside and taking what he’d wanted for so long.
She kissed him back. Hesitantly at first, then with the same vigor he’d grown accustomed to.
Yeah, he was in love with this woman and had been for a long time. It hadn’t happenedthat night, but a strong affection had, and it’d been building ever since. At this point, Nico wasn’t sure he would make it through a day without her in it.
Her cool fingers caressed his cheek as she kissed him back, a soft hum coming from deep inside her. Her touch soothed him. It effectively erased all his worries because she kissed him with both passion and affection.
“Are you mad?” she whispered when he pulled back.
Staring down at her, Nico grinned. “How could I possibly be mad?”
As though trying to speak with her eyes, Stevie’s head jerked, and her eyes popped open wide. “Because I had sex with Stone in your bed.” She practically ground the words out through clenched teeth.
“What a coincidence. So did I.”
Her smile was slow and rife with disbelief. It grew wider until she was shaking her head and laughing.
“Tell me there’s coffee.”
“There’s coffee.”
To his surprise, Stevie went up on her toes and kissed him on the lips. Softly this time. “Last night was incredible.”
He processed the words as she hurried over to the coffee pot. She was correct; last night had been incredible. All of it. What threw him was the fact she mentioned it. Their encounters in the past were never discussed. Afterward, Stevie always walked away as though it had never happened. Even after he told her he loved her, he hadn’t garnered so much as an acknowledgment. This time was different.
And fine, it was different any way you sliced it. For one, Stone was there.
