Her eyes snapped open. “Please, Nico.”
“Tell me,” he repeated, pressing it on her clit again.
“Because … oh, yes,” she hissed. “Because Iwantyour hands on me.”
Nico swallowed hard, applying a little more pressure, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm but not letting her go over.
The first time she told him that, he thought she’d been playing a role. They’d gotten good at that. They always turned their sexual encounters into a game. A way to keep their distance, to pretend they were merely using each other for a common goal. Although he still played along, that had stopped working on him a long time ago.
Nico hadn’t been with anyone but Stevie since he broke up with Melanie thirteen months ago. For the five months of their engagement, Nico had ridiculed himself for bowing to the pressure. He had dated Melanie for nearly two years without ever wanting more than that. When she gave him an ultimatum—marry her or she walked—he panicked. He’d felt boxed in, forced to live a life he had never wanted. He’d bought this enormous house because it had been her compromise when he refused to leave Coyote Ridge. The only reason he’d agreed was because it sat on five acres and backed to Curtis Walker’s ranch. At the very least, he figured they wouldn’t be swallowed up by some cookie-cutter subdivision if and when the city council gave in and let the demanding home builders come in.
But the house wasn’t the only thing he’d done that was completely out of character for him. He’d stopped going out with his friends, spending what little spare time he had with Melanie’s friends, whom he couldn’t stand because they were as uppity and pretentious as she was.
The only solution he could see was to marry her and endure. He couldn’t have what he wanted, anyway. It was the lesser of two evils, so he proposed and regretted every second that followed. It had taken five months, but he woke up one morning determined to stop the insanity before it brought real heartache. No matter how he tried to convince himself otherwise, Melanie would never be able to give him what he needed. No woman could. Noteverythinghe needed. And Melanie wasn’t the sort of woman who would understand.
So, in order to save her some pain in the future, he’d ended things.
Three short weeks after that, Niyah and Adam got engaged, and Nico took the opportunity to move on with his life. Inviting Stevie to live here solved three problems. It helped fill some of the space, gave him some help with the mortgage, and ensured he wouldn’t settle for less than what he wanted. Stevie was the only person who knew him, who truly understood him. Who accepted that he wanted something most people didn’t even understand.
Nico waited until Stevie opened her eyes. “Is that all you want? My hands on you?”
She shook her head. “I want you inside me.”
He released one of her wrists. “Take the toy.”
She lowered her arm, keeping the vibrator firmly on her clit when he gave it to her. He shifted his hand between her legs, pressing two fingers against her entrance.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice a harsh whisper. She lifted her foot, resting it on the teak bench she kept in there. “Fuck me with your fingers.”
He pushed them deep inside her.
When he invited Stevie to live with him, Nico hadn’t expected this would happen. He probably should’ve known since his craving for this woman had only intensified over the years, even though he’d only had her that one night.
Until eleven months ago. Valentine’s Day last year. Both of them dateless and wallowing in their self-pity, they’d gotten shitfaced and ended up in bed together. The next day, they pretended it didn’t happen. They went right on pretending until the next time. After a certain point, it became a routine, both of them pretending they weren’t using booze as an excuse to find the closest thing to satisfaction that either of them had ever felt sincethat night.
Stevie groaned, her pussy contracting around his fingers as she trembled.
Her brown eyes darkened as the pleasure coursed through her. She continued to look at him, holding his stare as he fingered her. Nico knew what she was waiting for. The woman didn’t hide her desires and never pretended she was anything but a hot-blooded woman who loved sex.
“You want it so fucking bad,” he rasped, moving his mouth close to hers. “You want to come. It’s right there, Stevie. So close.”
She cried out as he thrust his fingers in deep, the smooth, slick walls of her cunt stroking him.
He spoke directly into her ear. “You wish it were my fat cock, don’t you? Stretchin’ this sweet cunt.”
Her knees buckled. “Yehhh … oh, fuck … Yes! I want your cock!”
“You want me to pound the orgasm out of you. Don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to bend you over and plow your pussy until you’re screamin’ my name.”
“Yes … oh, oh … yes!” She bit her lower lips. “Please … give me your cock.”
“I will, darlin’. You know that. But it’s gonna be in your mouth.”
Her pussy spasmed, squeezing his fingers. He pumped his hand, thrusting faster, fucking her deeper. Stevie loved rough and dirty sex. She had told him as much during one of their inebriated conversations. Because of the night he’d spent with her and Stone, Nico knew she was being honest.
