by Piper, M.
We make it to this guy’s room and I’m a ball of nerves. What lies beyond those doors I can only imagine, but at this point anything is better than being groped and fondled by Vinny one more time.
He opens the door and I glance at him. The guy’s really hot, and as much as I shouldn’t, I can’t help but wonder what he’s got planned once we’re alone and for the first time today, I’m not scared of the unknown. It’s been a while since I let loose.
The door slams behind me after the two of us walk in and my eyes fly around the room. It’s about three times larger than mine with an attached en suite bathroom and closet about as big as my whole apartment.
Holy shit. It must pay to be family.
“I’m Nico, by the way,” he says, flipping the lock on his door. “You want a drink?” he asks, walking across the room to the wet bar.
“No,” I say, walking over to the chair and plopping down in it. “Why’d you do that? Take me like that? You know I’m not sleeping with you tonight, right?” I spout off, my attitude cutting short when Nico spins and lifts an eyebrow at me. God, does he get those bad boys waxed? He studies me, his eyes falling to my chest that’s just barely fucking covered and I glance down, then cup my tits with my hands, forcing him to chuckle.
“You’re not the usual type my uncle brings to things like this.” He pours two glasses of amber liquid and clinks an ice cube in each of them. “And from the looks of it, you need this.” He pushes a glass over to me after I watch him walk across the room. He can’t be any older than I am, but he owns this room in the way I’d never be able to. If he’s related to Vinny, he’s probably also a fucking tool. A hot tool. With an incredibly chiseled jawline and abs for days. Those swim trunks he’s sporting aren’t leaving much to the imagination, either, and if I’m being honest with myself I kind of regret telling him we’re not fucking.
“I don’t need it.” I shake my head, my hands still covering my tits. His teeth scrape his bottom lip and his mouth turns up into a smirk.
“Drink, Reagan. We’re in this room together all weekend. You’re not going to fuck me, apparently…but we have a plethora of free alcohol to go through.” He puts his glass to his lips and sips, then curses. “It’s not drugged, okay?” he says when I still refuse to take the glass. He brings his lips to the glass he’s offering me and takes a sip. “See?”
I groan and grab the glass from him, because he’s right. I do kind of need it. I haven’t been allowed to touch anything since I’ve been here and I’ve been wound tight without a way to release. A buzz will help.
“Why are you being nice to me?” I ask, curling my bare legs under me, goosebumps rising on my skin and I shiver. It was warm outside, but this room is freezing and the lack of clothes I was allowed to keep with me means I have no option than to be cold.
“Because you’re not like the others.” He walks over to the bed and pulls the blanket from the foot. “You don’t really want to be here.” He tosses the blanket on my lap and my eyebrows crease together in confusion.
He’s being nice.
“Does that really matter?” I bring the glass to my lips and the cold liquid burns as I drink it down in one gulp. Nico’s eyes are wide and he’s trying not to laugh, but fails.
“I guess not.” He nods, then walks over to the bed, sitting back against the headboard and stretching his legs out in front of him. “So then, tell me something that does matter, Reagan. Why are you here?” His legs cross at his ankles and he watches me as I shift the blanket to cover me. It doesn’t cover everything I’d like covered, but short of moving to the bed with him and hiding under the blankets this is as good as it’s going to get.
I shake my glass, contemplating what I’m going to tell him. I don’t know the guy, I barely trust him yet, but all I know is he saved me from having to be around Vinny this weekend so he can’t be all bad guy, even if he is a D’ Angeli.
“Oh Nico,” I say low, watching my ice cube spin in my glass, the clink of it against the side the only noise in the room. I glance up at Nico and he’s still watching me intently. “It’s just business.” I finally say, and the corner of his lips lift.
“I like the way you say my name.” He brings his glass to his lips, not taking his eyes off mine and suddenly I’m burning up. There’s a hunger in his gaze. One that makes this blanket feel like a thousand pound weight. “You’re not a Chicago girl by heart, are you Reagan?”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“Why would you say that?” I’m not sure what Vinny knows of my home life or my family, but I’d like to keep everyone in Springfield out of this mess.
“You’ve got that innocent Midwest, small town girl thing going on.” He smirks. “It’s not a bad thing. Trust me.”
I shake my head and toss the ice cube back into my mouth, crunching it and watching Nico stare at me. The room’s silent. I’m burning up. His eyes are eating into me and turning me on. Holy fuck it’s going to be a long weekend in this room.
“I need a refill,” I finally mutter, standing and walking to the wet bar. I don’t hear the bed shift, but next thing I know he’s right behind me, his body pressed into mine, and he’s reaching around me.
“Let me help,” he whispers, his breath warm on my ear and his body pushed firm against me, and God it feels good. I watch the muscles in his arm tense as he lifts the glass decanter and tilts it, filling my glass for me. I take a deep breath and notice his scent. It’s cool, if that’s possible for a scent. Reminds me of summer time. And crisp. Not stuffy and heavy like most men’s colognes I’ve smelled over the years.
“I could have done that myself,” I manage to fight through the lust rolling through my body for this stranger.
When I think he’s going to step away, his touch gently glides down my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake and I take a quick breath, my head instinctively rolling to the side to allow his touch, even though I shouldn’t welcome it. My body keeps betraying me today.
“You’re welcome,” he says close enough to smell the scotch on his breath, then he steps away and I’m back to feeling like it’s winter in here. My body shivers and I turn, leaning against the wet bar and watch him move back to the bed, his back to me so I can admire the muscles on this man. Maybe he’s not my age. Maybe he’s older. I’ve never seen someone my age look like…that. I grin, inwardly thanking the gods that he hasn’t put a shirt on yet.
I start to walk across the room and look at the chair, then glance over at the bed where he’s stretched out again on one side, watching me with curious eyes. Silence fills the room and when he pats the bed next to him, his eyes narrow and I swear he’s trying not to smirk at me. I bite my lip in consideration, weighing the options.
I could move back to the chair and cover up, probably falling asleep while we stare at each other in silence. Or, I could slide over to the bed. The nice, warm bed…next to the nice warm, hot body and possibly learn a little more about this curious man who saved my ass this weekend.
Letting out an annoyed shake of my head, I walk over to the empty side of the bed and sit, right at the edge.
“You think I’m going to bite?” he asks, staring at me and spinning the liquid in his glass. His knuckles almost white from the grip he has on it.
“Are you?” I raise an eyebrow at him and bring my glass to my lips. The cool liquid ignites a fire on its way down.
“Do you want me to?” His voice is low, his eyes filled with much more than curiosity. I set my glass on the bedside table, my hands trembling, and turn to face him, tucking my legs under me. He cocks his head in amusement and shifts, facing me.
“What are we doing here, Nico?”
“What do you want to do, Reagan?” He shrugs. “I was offered a girl who needed my help, so I helped her.” He finishes off his glass and reaches behind him, setting it on his side table. His muscles stretch and move beneath his tanned skin and when I glance back at his face he’s more than amused that he just caught me checking him out.
He scoots inches closer, our knees almost touching, and locks eyes on me.
“That’s adorable,” he says, his tongue darting out and licking his bottom lip. “I highly doubt you have it in you to drug anyone, though.”
I laugh. “True. So true.”
He reaches out and draws a line on my thigh with his fingers, watching as his hand falls off my leg. My skin prickles at his touch and though I shouldn’t, I want more. More touches. More time. More being in this room with this man I don’t even know.
I watch his hand move up my thigh and my brain is screaming at me to get off this bed. That fucking Vinny D’ Angeli’s nephew isn’t a good idea, but my body isn’t listening to my brain. He draws a circle on my thigh, just one finger…that’s all it takes to ignite the need inside me. Well, one finger and a couple glasses of scotch.
“You keep touching me,” I whisper.
“Does it bother you?” he asks, almost a whisper. He’s watching his finger draw figure eights on my leg and every time he leans in a little closer until we’re face to face. Nose to nose. My God this man smells amazing.
“You’re a stranger,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering to his lips.
“That’s sometimes a good thing, Reagan.” I notice the slightest shake of his head, like being this close to me is an inner battle he’s fighting or something. “I barely know you.” He backs off a bit and lifts his eyebrows. “So how about we play a game?”
“A game?” I ask, my heart beating wildly. “What game?”
Nico reaches back to grab his drink and again, I’m caught checking out the muscles in his abs. He smirks again and I roll my eyes. I mean come on, that’s model worthy. Can’t blame a girl.
“Simple. You lie to me, I get to touch you.” He shrugs and brings the amber liquid to his lips.
“That’s…you’re not going to know whether or not I’m lying. This game is stupid.”
“Did you come on your own free will this weekend?” He asks, ignoring me altogether. I glare at him.
“Yea,” I whisper, wide eyed because no. I fucking didn’t. But in his uncle’s eyes I did because I agreed to it.
“See, I told you I’d be able to spot the lie.” His hand reaches out and he trails his fingertips along my jaw.
“You just want to touch me,” I whisper, my skin tingling in his finger’s path.
“You’re soft. Innocent. Can’t blame a man.” He pulls his hand back. “Your turn.”
“Same rules apply?” I ask and he nods once. “If I walk out of this room right now, what will happen?”
“You’ll be escorted straight back to my uncle, who by now probably has about three other girls slobbing on his dick. You’ll probably be forced to sit there and watch. More than likely while he fondles you in one way or another.” He grits his jaw and cuts himself short, anger rising to the surface as his eyes grow redder.
I nod silently, blinking through the buzz from the alcohol.
“So what you’re saying is it’s safer in here?”
His head bobs. “One hundred percent safer.” He finishes his glass and stands from the bed abruptly, walking to the wet bar and grabbing the bottle of scotch. “My turn,” he says returning with it. “What do you do for my uncle?”
I take a deep breath and hold out my glass for him to refill.
“I’m the lead bartender at Club 24.” I mumble the words that feel so foreign tonight. This weekend feels so far away from my real life.
“Here or New York?” His eyes narrow as mine grow wide at the question. Does it matter if he knows where I live? Really? I could tell him the truth, but…but then it doesn’t get me what I want. No touches. No contact.
“New York,” I whisper, glancing at the wall so I don’t feel quite as bad for blatantly lying.
“How long?” he asks again and I cock my head at him.
“About a year, maybe?” I shrug.
He smirks and chuckles low, shaking his head. His teeth scrape along his bottom lip, something I’ve noticed he does a lot but it makes him even sexier, and he raises an eyebrow at me. Shifting in bed, I watch his hand move towards my arm and I freeze.
“I used to work at that club, you know. The one on the East side?”
“Yeah?” I say too breathlessly waiting for his touch. “It’s a good one.”
The minute the words fall from my lips his hand opens and wraps around my arm softly. Then he starts sliding his hand up, eliciting goosebumps on my skin as he goes. When he stops on my neck I let out a sigh as his thumb swipes across my bottom lip. My mouth pops open slightly and my eyes fight to flutter closed.
“There is no club on the East side, Reagan,” he whispers, his eyes flicking to my lips. “You’re lying on purpose now.”
I pull my lip between my teeth, wanting to taste his thumb. Wanting to slam my lips to his and taste his mouth. His skin.
“You like my touches,” he says again, bringing his other hand up to cup my face, his eyes searching mine. “But we’re not fucking tonight.” He smirks and pulls back immediately and it’s then that I realize just how turned on I am. The bottom of this swimsuit is soaked, my pussy is tingling with need for attention, and my heart’s about to jump straight out of my chest.
I clear my throat and sit up straighter, closing my eyes to try to calm myself down but I can’t seem to do that when I’m this close to him. I should get out of here. I’ve never had this type of reaction to a man before. I’m not a whore, but I’ve been with enough men to know that the attraction to Nico isn’t normal. But these aren’t normal circumstances.
“My turn,” I finally manage and his eyes narrow on me. “What are you doing here? You’re not like your uncle.” I grab the pillow and wrap my arms around it, hoping that having something to hold on to will stop him from noticing how turned on I am. I’m sure my nipples are about to cut through this thin bikini top.
“Neither of us are here by choice tonight, if that’s what you mean.”
“He blackmailed you too?” I blurt the words so fast I don’t realize what I’ve said until it’s too late. Nico’s eyebrows are on the top of his fucking forehead and I groan, falling onto the bed and covering my face with the pillow.
“He’s blackmailing you? Are you in danger, Reagan?” He pulls the pillow away, worry tracing every feature on that beautiful face, and for the first time tonight I don’t look at him and see a bad guy who’s related to Vinny D’ Angeli. I see someone who doesn’t think the same way as those thugs. Someone that…cares.
“No,” I mumble into the pillow. “Everything’s just fine. Your turn.”
“Hey,” he shifts to lie next to me, his hand pushes the hair out of my face and he grins at me. “Hi.”
“Can you forget I said that? Please? If word gets back to him…” I trail off and shake my head. I really don’t want to think what would happen if word got back to him. I always knew Vinny wasn’t a great man. I knew he did bad shit. But this weekend has shown me a side of him that makes me fear him. And that’s not something I’m too fond of.
“I’m not going to tell him. Trust me. He’s my uncle, I’ve grown up figuring out how to get around the man.” Nico starts rubbing my arm until I relax enough to shift and lie on my side, facing him.
“I don’t get it. You’re one of them. You’re supposed to be bad too. But I don’t think you are, are you?”
“I’ve tried my whole life not to get wrapped up in their business.” His brows crease and he pauses, his eyes searching mine. “It was definitely worth it,” he mumbles almost unintelligibly.
“What?”
“Nothing. I mean it’s worth it. What I’ve done in the past to stay out of his way. Worth it. Absolutely.”
I smile. “That makes me happy.”
“Being in this room with you makes me happy,” he whispers and I can’t help bu
t smile wider.
“Me too.” I fall silent when his hand stops moving on my arm.
“Hey Reagan?” He asks, watching his hand that’s stalled on my arm.
“Yeah?”
“Are we still playing the game?” His gaze hits mine and I pause, watching him. “Because that wasn’t a lie, I don’t think. But I really don’t want to stop touching you.”
I pull my lips between my teeth and bite down, suppressing a grin.
“So don’t,” I finally say.
And that’s all it takes.
His lips crash into mine, a tidal wave of tingles roll through my body as we tangle together in the bed sheets. He dips his hips against me and he’s already hard. He pulls my tits from the cups of my bikini and I shove off his swim trunks just as his teeth latch on to my nipple. He pushes my boobs together and shoves his face in between them before crawling down my body. His lips trail their way straight between my legs as soon as he yanks off the bottoms to my bikini. He sucks and kisses his way straight to my core then slides two fingers inside me with ease. He continues kissing me, his tongue darting out every now and then to tease me more. His lips suck at the apex of my legs and when they wrap around my clit, his teeth nibbling and his tongue flicking, he curls his fingers up and I almost shoot off the bed.
“Holy fuck!” I scream, not even realizing it could feel this good.
He chuckles into my pussy, the vibrations sending electric waves through my body and I arch my back, pushing into his face harder.
My God, this man has magic fucking lips.
Her pussy tastes so good. Too good. I didn’t think this would happen when I brought her in this room, but now that we’re here and my mouth is covered in her juices and my dick so painfully hard for her… Fucking hell, this is heaven right here.
