The NYCE Girls!

by Raquel Belle

  “Always the lawyer, huh? Sticking to the facts?” I can’t help but tease her.

  “Not tonight. Tonight I’m just Cara. Not Attorney Conley.”

  “Perfect. And I’m just Jason.”

  She gives me a happy smile in response. “Just a normal guy named Jason—who happens to have his own boat moored at the marina.”

  “Shall we go check it out?” I ask her with a grin.

  She nods and I stand, holding out my hand to her.

  “Your foot okay by the way?” I suddenly remember with a jolt.

  “Yup. It wasn’t a big cut.”

  “Good. I did bring your shoes…in case you want those back.”

  She laughs aloud as we head out into the night air and my heart warms at the sound. “I was in a pretty big hurry to get away from you I guess.”

  “You sure were.” I offer her my arm and she tucks her hand into my elbow as we make the short walk to the marina. At the dock, she pauses and for a second I think she’s changing her mind. Agreeing to date me again is one thing—agreeing to step onto the boat with me is another thing altogether. We both know what happens on that boat…

  “Everything okay?” I turn to look down at her with concern.

  In response, she throws her arms around my neck and stands on tiptoe to kiss me, long and hard. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine as she presses against me. When she’s this close, I can soak her up—her scent, her taste, her touch.

  I pull back reluctantly when she suddenly stops kissing me. But she pulls away only to say “I love you, too,” whispering the words as she looks up at me, her eyes soft and that familiar smile curling up the corners of her luscious lips. Then she kisses me again, still smiling, and I know everything is going to be okay. As if recognizing this fact as well, my cock stirs gently.

  “I thought you were getting cold feet at the sight of the boat,” I murmur.

  “No way. I only have one demand before we get aboard,” she says teasingly as we make our way down the dock.

  “What’s that?”

  “Well, I expect to have my ‘Captain’ title back for the night,” she says with a grin.

  “So you want to be in charge, huh?” I say with a smile as I climb onto the boat and put out a hand after me to help her on. She’s already accustomed to the process and barely touches my fingers as she steps onto the deck.

  “You got that right.”

  “That’s perfectly fine by me,” I say, turning to face her and take her into my arms. “Your captain’s hat should even be around here somewhere,” I murmur as I lean down to kiss her.

  “Good, I might be needing that later,” she whispers before returning my kiss, long and sweet.

  I wrap my arms more securely around her waist and lift her up off her feet, still kissing her. I brace myself against the slight sway of the boat in the water, careful not to jostle her. She instinctively wraps her legs around my waist for added stability, hiking up her pencil skirt in the process.

  “I missed you,” I tell her hoarsely between kisses.

  “Take me below deck to the bedroom,” she whispers in response, grinding herself against me slightly as she says it. “Now.”

  I carry her to the hatch and let her down gently at the top of the ladder. “I’ll go first and get the lights on,” I whisper softly, kissing the top of her head. “If that’s okay with you, Captain.”

  She nods. I clamber down and plug in the twinkly lights strung across the ceiling, illuminating the space in their dim glow. “All clear, Captain,” I call up the ladder to her and I’m met by a tinkling giggle. Seconds later, she’s down below and in my arms. She starts unbuttoning her blouse, staring at me all the while. I slip off my suit jacket and unknot my tie. As I’m preparing to drop it to the floor though, she stops me.

  “We might need that,” she says with a wink. Then, with a small glance over her shoulder, she crawls onto the bed and turns back to face me, grinning devilishly as she pats the bed next to her. God, I missed this girl.

  I just give her a grin in response and throw the silk tie on the bed, then rapidly unbutton my own shirt and slip it off. I watch as her eyes run appreciatively over my muscles. I lean over her on the bed and take hold of her skirt, inching it slowly down over her butt and thighs. Now she’s lying before me, wearing just her blouse, completely unbuttoned and open to expose a lacy lingerie set in a light blue color that perfectly matches the blouse.

  “Did you coordinate that on purpose?” I murmur.

  “You always did pay attention to the details,” she simply replies. Staring at her, on display on the bed like this, I know I have to have her now. I want to taste her. I crawl onto the bed so I’m kneeling between her knees—her legs are spread wide—and lean forward to give her stomach a gentle kiss, running my tongue around her belly button and then letting it trail down to that scrap of blue lace that’s barely covering her. I let my hot breath reach her skin through the lacy fabric and notice her shiver slightly as goose bumps come out on her legs.

  I push the material of her panties to the side and let my tongue lightly graze her clit, running in small circles and increasing the pressure. She moans slightly and pushes herself harder against me, and I bring a hand up, carefully inserting a finger into her throbbing pussy, hot and wet, while continuing to work my tongue over her clit.

  “I’m going to cum,” she gasps.

  I don’t say anything in response but increase pressure, wanting to give her this—a moment of pure pleasure that’s only hers. And I want to taste more of her. I pause for a moment to slip my finger out of her and replace it with my tongue, flicking it gently across her dripping pussy before returning to gently kiss her clit. She groans again as I suck on it lightly and I can see that sweat has broken out across her belly and thighs. I bring my hand back up, letting her wetness drip over it as I insert two fingers this time inside of her.

  “I’m going to cum,” she insists again. She brings a hand down and runs it through my hair, trying to push my head away. “I want to cum with you,” she moans but I don’t stop, insistently urging her to finish with my hand and mouth. And she does, just seconds later, letting out a soft scream as her body bucks underneath my mouth. She stops pushing me away then and instead grabs my hair tightly, pulling me even closer as an explosion of added moisture seeps from her pussy across my tongue, staining the dark grey sheets.

  I straighten up, kneeling between her legs as I look up towards her face. She’s never looked more gorgeous. Her cheeks are pink and her blonde hair is tangled all around her face, little wisps of it waving in the air. A sleepy, slow smile is playing on her lips and her eyes are half-closed in a slightly dazed expression. “I wanted you to hold off,” she murmurs. “I wanted to cum with you. I’m the Captain, you know. This is mutiny! You’re disobeying captain’s orders.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, Captain, I’m not done with you,” I tell her with a smile, stroking her thighs gently with my hands as I talk.

  “You aren’t, hmm?” She props herself up on her elbows. “Whatever happened to that tie you were wearing?” Her eyes are awakening again, sparkling with mischief.

  “Right here.” I pick it up from where it lies crumpled on the bed.

  She doesn’t say anything but sits up fully and slips her arms out of the open blouse she’s still wearing, peeling it off of her. Then she brings her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra—I never get how women manage to do that—letting her full breasts spill out in front of me. She throws it onto the floor. Then she turns away from me, crawling to the head of the bed on her hands and knees, giving me a perfect view of her toned ass through the sheer lacey blue panty she’s wearing. My cock twitches eagerly at the sight.

  When she gets to the head of the bed, I realize what she’s planning and my cock gets even harder. The wrought iron headboard with its sturdy vertical bars is perfect for what she has in mind. She turns back towards me and gives me one last saucy l
ook before lying down, bringing her hands over her head, and placing them right next to the headboard, gripping one bar in each hand.

  “I guess you know what to do,” she says. I’m already in action. I hurriedly unbutton the slacks I’m still wearing and tear them off, along with my boxers. My cock, unbound, is ramrod straight. I’m dying to feel that warmth and wetness I just had on my hand…on my dick. And I can’t wait long. I take the tie and go to the head of the bed, gently binding her wrists together and then to the headboard.

  “Is that okay?”

  She nods. “I want to feel you inside me,” she whispers.

  I lower my body onto hers, giving her one last gentle kiss before I ease my cock into her. She groans as I make contact with that sweet spot inside of her and then her lips part in a gasp as I push myself even further into her. I pull myself back out, almost all the way, teasing her gently—I see her eyes widen with fear as she thinks I’m going to pull out completely but instead I slide back easily into her, all the way, eliciting another gasp in response.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispers, closing her eyes in ecstasy.

  “I won’t,” I whisper back, “as long as you don’t break eye contact.”

  Her eyes pop open immediately and as I continue to thrust, I can read the emotions dancing through them—wanting, a hint of fear, lust, and, finally, love. When that warm, sweet look crosses her face, I know I can’t hold on much longer and quicken my pace. She arches her back and I see from the corner of my eye her wrists straining against the tie at the headboard. But I never let my eyes leave her face. And she never lets hers leave mine. There are no more words needed and without announcing anything, our bodies simply release in unison, shuddering together. I let out a long low groan that matches hers and then, panting for breath, let the full weight of my body drop down on top of her, shifting down ever so slightly so that my head is pillowed just above her breasts. I can feel her body, shivering slightly, under me and I can hear, ever so gently, the faint thud of her heart. I smile, listening closely, to the heartbeat of the woman I love.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Cara

  Three Months Later…

  When I last left Boston, I was in tears, convinced I’d ruined my relationship with my little sister for good—and determined to never see or speak to Jason again. I could never have anticipated the reality that is now before me… Jason and I are sitting together in our “old standby” in Boston, Mario’s. A plate of empty oyster shells is sitting in front of us and across the table from us are Laura and Jared, smiling, laughing, and holding hands—the picture perfect image of happy newlyweds.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to try some of the wine, guys?” Jason asks, nodding at them as he tops off my glass of the crisp white.

  “No thanks, man, I’m good.”

  “Actually,” Laura pauses as she and Jared exchange a look, “on that note, I guess we might as well share our news.”

  I pause, staring at my little sister’s face, my heart racing. Is she getting ready to say what I think she’s going to say?

  “We’re expecting,” Laura says, brushing a stray bit of blonde hair out of her face with one hand while she gently caresses her stomach with the other. She pulls the billowing blouse she’s wearing tight against her abdomen and suddenly I can see what the wafting material was concealing—a bona fide baby bump.

  “Oh my god!” I feel tears prick my eyes as I reach across the table to squeeze her hand.

  “Congratulations, bro!” Jason beams at Jared. “Didn’t waste any time on the honeymoon, huh?” He gives his brother a wink.

  “Hush,” I elbow him lightly but can’t help laughing—and Laura is giggling too.

  “Well, actually we’ve known for awhile. I was already pregnant at the wedding.”

  “Oh my god!” I exclaim for the second time within two minutes. Suddenly little bits and pieces of the wedding festivities come back to me as I remember Laura refusing a mimosa at brunch and insisting on drinking water at her bachelorette party. “That’s why you were drinking water at the bachelorette?!”

  “Yea,” she beams. “That whole ‘I want to actually remember this night so I’ll stay sober’ excuse was total bullshit.”

  “But what about your wedding?” I definitely remember Laura drinking to the toasts and speeches.

  “Sparkling cider.” She grins while she and Jared exchange a gleeful look. “I talked to the caterer in advance and explained the situation and they just topped off my glass with the non-alcoholic stuff secretly the entire night.”

  “Pretty sneaky, you two!” Jason exclaims.

  “Yeah, I guess you two weren’t the only ones hiding something at the wedding,” Jared says, letting out a big laugh.

  “We wanted to tell you in person,” Laura says. I smile. Laura and Jared had been oddly insistent that we pay them a visit in Boston as soon as possible—now I understand why.

  “So when’s the due date?” I ask.

  “Late March,” Laura says, smiling.

  “A springtime baby,” Jared adds.

  “I can’t believe I’m going to be an aunt.”

  “Yup. Auntie Cara,” Laura smiles.

  “And Uncle Jason,” Jared adds.

  “I like the sound of that,” Jason says. “Can’t believe this family is growing already.”

  “Me too.” I give him a soft smile and then raise my glass. “To family.”

  Laura and Jared raise their water glasses and we cheer. I have to blink back tears for a moment as I see my sister’s face, so happy and peaceful. That gentle glow that I first recognized in July is back on her face. I didn’t understand it then but now I get it. My sister really is grown up. Softer, gentler, more loving than ever—and ready to become a mom.

  ***

  “So, what do you think of your baby sister preparing for motherhood?” Jason asks later as we’re walking back to our hotel.

  “I’m so happy for her. She seems very…at peace.”

  “Yeah. They’re going to be great parents.”

  We pass under the streetlight in front of The Old Boston Inn where we shared our first steamy kiss four months ago. We just got in this evening and went straight to dinner so we still need to check in. After grabbing our bags from his car, Jason goes to the reception desk to handle our check-in while I sit on one of the sofas in the lobby and text the news to the girls.

  “Guess what! Laura’s pregnant :-)”

  “OMG Amazing!”

  “Awww, cute”

  “Tell her congrats!”

  Their responses flood into our group chat.

  “All good with you ladies?”

  “Yeah, I decided to bring Nick and his brother to my dad’s place in Long Island for Thanksgiving this year, so you girls are going to have to get along without me :-( ” Grace types.

  “:-( - you’re still coming to my parents’ house, right Cara?” Beth adds.

  “Yep! Count me in…Jason too. See you guys at coffee.”

  “Okay, talk soon.”

  “Will do ladies! Love xx.” Jazz writes.

  “Talking to the girl gang?” Jason asks as he saunters over, carrying our small weekend travel bags easily in one hand.

  “Yup. I was just giving them the news about Laura,” I respond as I slip my phone back into my purse.

  “Cool. Shall we head up? The room is ready.”

  I follow him across the lobby and into the elevator. It’s only once he’s unlocking the door to the hotel room that I realize—it’s the same room I stayed in last time I was here. Room 455.

  “Hey! This is my room from last time!”

  Jason just smiles as he pushes the door open and flicks on the light switch. Entering behind him, I see an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne on the desk and rose petals strewn across the bed. “I thought it might be fun to get the same room again,” he says with a grin, looking at my astonished face.

  “That’s super sweet.” I throw my arms around his neck and give
him a big kiss.

  “Well, this is a very special place, you know.”

  “Is it?”

  “This is where I realized I was falling for you.”

  I pull back to look at his face, feeling my smile growing. “Always paying attention to the details. Still.”

  “Of course.” He takes my hand and walks to the window overlooking the street below. It’s a chilly night and he wraps his arms around me from behind as we look down on the street together. I feel his hot breath as he nuzzles my ear.

  “I’m glad we’re here,” I whisper.

  “Me too.” After we started dating, Jason and I resolved to visit Boston more frequently. Family is so important to both of us and we’re both at points in our careers where we are established enough that we can afford to take more time off than we did in the past.

  “You know after that first night, after I left in the morning, I called every wedding cake shop in Boston.” His deep voice rumbles into my ear. “I only left the room because I knew I was going to see you again.”

  I turn to face him and laugh, putting my arms around his neck as I fix my eyes on him. “And then I fell right in to your lap!”

  “Told you it was fate.” Jason chuckles.

  “You’re such a hopeless romantic,” I laugh. “Oh, by the way, I hope you don’t mind but I told Beth we’d be coming for Thanksgiving. They always have a big thing and try to feed half the town.”

  “Our first Thanksgiving together,” he says with a smile.

  “And Christmas after that,” I add.

  “And many more to come.”

  “You mean that?”

  “Cara, if I get my way, I’ll be spending all my Thanksgivings and Christmases with you,” he says, smiling gently. And then he wraps his arms more firmly around my waist and pulls me closer, stooping down ever so slightly to plant a deep, long, kiss on my mouth. And in that moment, I know that if I get to spend all the rest of my holidays with Jason, I’ll count myself the luckiest girl in the world.

  The NYCE Girls continues in Book #3 – I Really Love to Hate You!