The problem was Nico wasn’t capable of being rough with her. He couldn’t bring himself to do it for fear of hurting her. If that happened, he would never forgive himself. Stone was the rough one. That night, he’d manhandled them both in a way that had felt beyond good. No pain, only pleasure. But Stone was skilled in that arena, whereas Nico was not. Stone knew precisely how far he could take things without causing pain or injury. Nico didn’t.
However, Nico had a knack for dirty talk. With Stevie, he’d learned that the more vulgar he was, the more desperate she became. He loved watching her come apart. She was so fucking beautiful.
“You’re gonna come on my fingers, then you’re gonna pull out my dick and suck me. I’m gonna fuck that sweet mouth of yours. Gonna drive my cock down your throat. Take what you owe me.”
Stevie licked her lips. “Yes.” She groaned, her pussy spasming. “Please. Oh, fuck, Nico. Please.”
He released her other wrist so he could take the vibrator from her hand. He pressed it firmly on her clit and finger-fucked her until she was gasping and writhing, every muscle in her delectable little body tightening as the release built.
“Come, darlin’,” he commanded harshly, ramming his fingers inside her. “Come so you can suck my cock.”
She screamed, her body tensing, her inner muscles clamping down tight on his fingers.
God, he fucking loved when she came apart.
Stevie didn’t hesitate, didn’t take the time to come down before she was ripping at the button on his jeans, urging him back so she could go to her knees. She wrenched the wet denim down his hips, and then his cock was in her perfect little mouth.
He dropped the vibrator.
“Oh, fuck. Goddamn, Stevie. Your mouth’s so fuckin’ hot,” he groaned, slapping one palm on the wall and grabbing her hair in his fist, holding her head so he could fuck her face. “Suck me deeper. Yes. Just like that.”
Nico didn’t waste time. He didn’t hold back. He fucked her face and came down her throat within seconds. She did that to him. He was almost convinced he could come simply by watching her get off.
As he dragged gulps of air into his lungs, he helped Stevie to her feet. She was grinning as he pulled her close, her cheek resting on his chest. Her arms came around him, and they stood like that, the water barely tepid at this point.
“We have to stop doin’ this,” he told her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
But rather than agree with him, Stevie tilted her head back and met his gaze. “Do we?”
Nico studied her face, looking for signs she was still caught up in the ecstasy. Before he could ask her if she was serious, the shower door banged against the metal trim. They separated, their attention going to the puppy, who was insistent on getting in.
Stevie laughed as she turned the water off.
“He probably wants dinner,” she said, opening the door to reach for a towel.
“He already ate.”
The puppy trotted in, licking the water off the floor and pouncing in the little puddles.
Nico sighed as Stevie strolled out of the bathroom, putting another incredible encounter behind her. Just like she always did. Pretending it wasn’t getting increasingly difficult not to give in to the idea that this could be more.
“Your timin’ could be better,” he whispered to the dog. “Five minutes sooner, and I wouldn’t’ve fallen a little more in love with her.”
It was a lie, but one he continued to tell himself because sometimes it was the only way he could make it through the day.
Ten
Sunday, January 14, 2024
“She’s doin’ fine,” Deborah explained as theyall sat around the dinner table. “Her doctor did tell her he’d prefer she not travel until after the baby’s born.”
Since Chelsea and Paul weren’t there to share an update, Stone’s mother was doing it for them.
Even without his sister and her husband, the dinner table was crowded. Like Stone, Donovan hadn’t passed up a free meal. Nor had Brady. Since Reilly and Tate usually had dinner with Deborah and Owen on either Friday or Saturday, they’d pushed it out a day when Mom informed them they would be back early.
From the moment he sat down, Stone felt a sense of nostalgia. He’d missed these weekly meals. Catching up with his family, listening to their stories. Unfortunately, CJ hadn’t been able to make it, so there was one chair empty. Sundays were CJ’s overnights at the fire station. Because his brother mentioned trying to catch up soon, Stone agreed to meet him at the diner in the morning for breakfast.
Reilly lifted a forkful of their mother’s famous tuna noodle dump—the worst name in the history of names for anything you put in your mouth—and paused before taking a bite. “Does that mean you’ll be goin’ up there every weekend?”
