Nerdy Girl Nation (Nerdy Girl #1)

by Lindsey Gray

  She shivered while he stroked her then slid two fingers inside.

  “Too much,” she keened. “Take ‘em off.”

  He didn’t need to be told twice.

  “Now you.” Her voice sounded low and soft while she rubbed her thighs together.

  The moment of truth. Women speculated about his girth. He’d seen pictures blown up to show his bulge in the grappling shorts he wore when he wrestled. In truth, he was average length but had a good bit of girth. His skin stretched tighter than he ever had before. He might have grown a few extra inches just for her.

  Rob slid his jeans and boxer briefs off at the same time and kicked them away. Emma’s eyes widened at the sight between his thighs. He glanced down and gripped himself to check any differences.

  “Do that again.”

  He looked up to see Emma’s hand between her thighs.

  “Do what?” he croaked before clearing his throat.

  “Stroke yourself.”

  One more look down and he saw a distinct difference. He wondered how it was possible, but he felt bigger.

  “I’d rather you do it.”

  Emma got to her knees on the bed before him. She grasped him with the hand she used to touch herself. The feel of her wet heat on him was almost too much. He grabbed her bare ass and pulled her closer.

  “What’s this?” He felt a small, square bandage on her ass cheek.

  “My birth control patch.”

  He swallowed hard. “I’ve got condoms if you want to …”

  She stroked him. “I don’t.”

  No other words were needed. His mouth was on hers while he kneaded the flesh of her backside. She pulled him down on the bed with her and dug her fingers into his shoulders.

  “So fucking beautiful.” He licked and kissed his way down her neck and torso.

  With a pause at her belly button, he shifted her shirt up a few inches. He circled her belly button with his tongue before licking from one hip to the other.

  Her sweet aroma filled his lungs when he settled between her thighs and took his first taste.

  He heard a faint groan when she moved herself away from him.

  “None of that.” He placed his forearm across her abs to hold her still. “I’m having my dessert.”

  Nip.

  Lick.

  Suck.

  Repeat.

  Her salty sweetness coated his tongue, but he needed more. He thrust his tongue inside her and was rewarded with a flood of her essence.

  She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him close while she rode her orgasm out on his tongue.

  “Rob,” she panted.

  He smiled against her and kissed the last waves of ecstasy away.

  She pulled on his hair and brought his mouth to her own.

  “You see how good you taste,” he said between kisses.

  “Ugh.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved against him. “Please.”

  “My pleasure.” He grasped his cock and slid it through her wetness before he pushed inside.

  He stilled. If he moved, their night would be over in no time.

  She squirmed beneath him and dug her heels into his back.

  “Give me a second. I don’t want to come until you do again.”

  She squeezed him between her thighs. “I promise we can do this as many times as we can tonight, please make me come again now.”

  He wouldn’t deny her and began a slow rhythm. She moved her arms around his neck while he sped up.

  The years of wanting and waiting were nothing at that moment. She was his. With each thrust and breath, he claimed her.

  His thrusts became uneven as he felt her quiver around him.

  “Fuck!” he groaned through clenched teeth. The power of his orgasm knocked the breath right out of him.

  “Yes,” her pelvis crashed against him and her whole body squeezed his.

  After, Emma relaxed and released her hold on him. He slid out of her and moved to lie beside her.

  “If there were a belt for this, you would so be getting it.”

  He laughed and pulled her into his arms. “Good?”

  “Not ashamed to say. Best ever.”

  He smiled and pulled her up to face him. “And this is only the beginning.”

  Emma slept about two hours when her alarm went off at four am. She turned over to find her sexy man lightly snoring as he lay on his side.

  My sexy man.

  She had no idea what she had been so worried about. Rob was gentle and loving, even playful in moments. She had never felt sexier than she did when she was under him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  After she watched him sleep for a few moments, she kissed him awake.

  “Hey,” he said with a yawn. “What time is it?”

  “A little after four. Phil will be here to pick us up around five.” Phil didn’t say a word of protest when she called him from the cab on her way to Rob’s. The consummate professional, he had agreed to the sudden change of plans without complaint.

  “Ok.” Rob grabbed Emma’s hand and kissed her palm. “Let’s sleep for another half hour.”

  “Not me. You might not mind smelling like sex all the way to LA, but I need a shower.”

  “But I love my scent on you.”

  “I’m not sure if the crew on our flight would feel the same.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Well, if you insist. I’ll jump in when you’re done. Tonight, I’ll make you smell sexy all over again.”

  She leaned over and gave him a kiss that told him she would not accept anything less.

  Once in the shower, she let the warm water rejuvenate her muscles for a whole new reason. At this rate, she would never have to go to the gym ever again. Her workouts with Rob would be more than enough to keep her in shape for the rest of her life. She had no idea she could be so flexible in bed. A tiny shard of excitement filled her belly when she realized they had several days to devote to the exploration of each other’s bodies once they landed in Atlanta.

  Her smile never left her face as she dressed in her un-Emma-like travel clothes. Since she would arrive at the airport with Rob, they both needed to be in somewhat of a disguise. His new beard and different clothes would be enough for him, but she needed to dress more down than usual. The soft, worn jeans and her favorite Soft Kitty tee shirt would work as long as she wore a baseball cap and sunglasses too.

  Rob sat up in bed when she came out of the bathroom fully dressed.

  “Wow.”

  “What?” She laughed and placed her things from the shower back in her suitcase.

  “I thought you were gorgeous the morning we had the photo shoot, but this …” He waved his hand up and down in the air. “You are my fantasy come true.”

  “You fantasized about me in tee shirts and jeans?” Emma thought guys fantasies were of women in lingerie or nothing at all.

  “Those kind of shirts, yes.”

  She looked down at herself. Her gray tee shirt with the stripped kitty was cute, but she didn’t think it was spank bank worthy. The top she wore the night before was tighter and her signature color of purple.

  “I can’t imagine why.”

  He got out of bed and walked to her in all his naked glory.

  “Because.” He placed his hands on her waist. His thumbs slid underneath her shirt and traced the skin there. “This shirt shows me the real Emma. The girl with comic books stashed in her nerd cave. She would rather stay home and watch episodes of The Big Bang Theory than go out to a club. This is you and I like this Emma.”

  She swallowed the rather large lump in her throat. No one but her family and close friends had ever appreciated the nerdy side of her. Derek did to an extent, but not like this. Not like Rob.

  “I like being her. I’m glad I can be myself with you.”

  “Me too.” He gave her a soft kiss and placed his forehead on her shoulder. “I’ve got to get in the shower now before I drag you back to bed and play with your other kitty.”

/>   She smacked his ass and pushed him toward the bathroom.

  “Remember, no shaving.”

  “Got it.”

  Her lips twitched when he laughed and shut the door. With Rob, she hoped the way he talked to her would always leave her with a special kind of tingle only his voice created.

  They managed to get to their flight without a hint of paparazzi, even with Al and Ben right behind them. Emma slept for most of the flight with Rob’s arm around her.

  She woke as soon as the plane began to descend and slipped into a hoodie she had in her bag.

  “How are we going to play this once we land?” Rob asked and slipped his baseball cap on his head.

  “I’ve got an interview with Garrett Green at the Nerdy Girl Nation offices. Then a board meeting there this afternoon. Tonight, I’ve got dinner with Troy Banks. I can meet you at the hotel around ten.”

  “Busy girl. I need to get this in while I can.” He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her in a way that made her feel like flames were licking at her heels. “Text me when you get done with Troy.”

  “I will.”

  She tried to make light of their separation, but in truth, she didn’t want to go.

  Emma’s regular driver from when she worked at Hunt was at the curb.

  “Stavros? What are you doing here?” She hugged the man who had spent hours on end shuffling her from one meeting to another over the years.

  “I’m at your disposal while you’re in LA. Mr. Hunt’s orders.” He smiled and opened the door of the black limo.

  “It figures he would do something like this. Good to see you.”

  “You as well, Miss MacLean.”

  Emma got into the limo, followed by Al and Ben. Her shadows began to film when her phone rang. She answered and pushed the speaker icon.

  “Terrance.”

  “Emma. Glad you’re finally back on the right coast.”

  She shook her head at what she assumed was a joke. “I haven’t even been gone two months.”

  “I hope you won’t be too busy to squeeze a few hours in to meet with me.”

  Emma would love to see Terrance again, but she wasn’t sure why he needed to see her. “Maybe tomorrow. What’s this about?”

  “Some loose ends we need to tie up. Lunch?”

  “I’ll call you in the morning to give you a time.” She hung up after their goodbye and sank back into her seat.

  What the hell is he up to?

  Emma’s nerves were at an all-time high when she walked into the restaurant to meet Troy for dinner. Her day had gone remarkably well. Al and Ben got some fantastic footage of her and some of the kids at the Nerdy Girl Nation. She had forgotten how much she missed the place and promised herself she would make a trip out there more often.

  This dinner with Troy was different from the usual. They had met before, but never just the two of them. He even told Al and Ben not to come and film their dinner.

  “Emma.” Troy greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. “I’ve got a table for us.”

  He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to a table on a private terrace.

  “This is nice, but I’m not sure what this is all about.”

  “Wine?” He lifted a bottle of red, but she put her hand over her glass to stop him.

  “I’m still in training mode, so no alcohol.”

  “Okay.” He poured a glass for himself and took a drink. “You want me to cut to the quick?”

  “Not something you’re used to, but I would appreciate an explanation.”

  “The network wants you. Your fans are begging for you to have your own series and we’re listening.”

  “But I can’t. I’m working for the IWA now.” She imagined cameras would be around more than they already were. Her own show would definitely mean less privacy.

  “I’ve talked with Aaron Russell and he is willing to work with me under the umbrella of the IWA production company. He thinks the show would be a fabulous idea for you and your fans.”

  “I love the fans. They are the ones helping the Nerdy Girl Nation thrive, but I don’t think I can.” Nell would never go for cameras in the house all the time. Putting on the mask full time? No, she couldn’t. Her mask vanished the night before with Rob and she felt whole for the first time in years.

  “You don’t need to decide today. We wouldn’t even start filming until after the New Year.”

  “I’ll think about it.” She would. She’d try to come up with at least ten different ways to say no.

  “Terrific. Now, let’s eat.”

  “You’re own show?” Rob asked and slumped back on the couch in Emma’s hotel room.

  “Yep.” She kicked off her heels and curled her legs underneath her. “We didn’t get into specifics, but he’d already talked to Aaron. He apparently liked the idea.”

  “Of course he would. You have seen the numbers since you came on board, right?”

  She nodded and scooted closer to him. Rob took the hint and put his arms around her.

  “Your presence has injected a new life into the company. You’ve done more in a month than Curtis Sharp had in the last year.”

  Emma felt Rob’s muscles tense when he said Sharp’s name.

  “I’ve only met him a handful of times and that was too many. Was he as bad off-screen as he was on?”

  “Worse,” Rob grumbled. “The guy thought he was God’s gift to wrestling. He’d been around for so long, he believed nothing could touch him. I loved being pitted against him and even getting to throw a punch at him every once in a while.”

  “I saw the footage of WrestleCon where you knocked him out cold.”

  Rob laughed and seemed to relax a little. “Yeah, I accidentally on purpose hit him harder than I was supposed to.”

  “It was pretty hot.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.” She turned her head and kissed along his jaw now covered with a soft layer of facial hair.

  “I’m worried,” he said and groaned when she licked the shell of his ear.

  “Worried?”

  “Um, a … About Nick and Rick Beeson. They were kind of his little pets. Nick is an okay guy, but Rick is the brains of the two. I’m worried about them keeping Sharp to close.”

  “What do you think he’s going to do when you come out on Sunday?”

  “I think we need to be prepared for anything. Lazlo is the ref for our match and usually Aaron won’t change things up when he’s in the ring with us. He’s been on Lazlo’s bad side. Not a great place to be.”

  “You mean Lazlo has a good side?” Lazlo had worked her ass off while she trained. She wasn’t sure the man had more than one dimension.

  “He can. Lazlo is focused. His job is his life and he has made himself irreplaceable. If Aaron pisses him off, another outfit will pick him up in no time.”

  “We’ll have to pray Sharp is smart enough to back off.”

  “With Curtis Sharp, always expect the worst.”

  The way Rob spoke of Sharp gave her chills. She’d make sure extra security was set up. Curtis Sharp would not get the best of Emma MacLean. Ever.

  All Saturday morning, Emma gave one interview after another. The process seemed like a condensed version of a press junket for a movie. She sat in a chair while reporter after reporter came in to interview her. Al and Ben were sure to be bored out of their minds after the same questions were asked and answered twenty times.

  Kelly came in and handed her a bottle of water. “One more, then you’re done. Stavros is waiting with the car to take you to lunch with Mr. Hunt.”

  Emma grabbed Kelly’s hand. “Bless you. I swear my ass has been asleep for the last hour.”

  “I’ll show him in.” Kelly went out and Emma took a moment to gather her wits.

  “I’m sorry, Emma. The last interview is with Patrick Longwell.”

  “Patrick? I don’t think so.”

  “He’s substituting for another reporter. Aaron really wants an interview with
this website.”

  She hated the thought of seeing Patrick, but Aaron’s the boss. “That’s all right. Show him in.”

  Emma took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

  “Patrick Longwell from Contact Wrestling Forum,” Kelly announced with a quiver in her voice.

  “Thank you, Kelly.” Emma hadn’t seen Patrick since she threw his ass out of her apartment almost a year earlier, but none of his actions were Kelly’s fault.

  “You look good, Emma.” Patrick smiled and showed his over whitened teeth.

  “Can’t say the same for you. Are those hair plugs?”

  His hand went up to the top of his head. Emma figured a mention of the recession of his hairline would hit a nerve.

  “Ask your questions, Patrick. I still have several things to get done today.”

  He cleared his throat and launched into all the same questions all the others asked. She tried to be as professional as possible but she came off with a little more snark than usual.

  “If there’s nothing else?” Emma questioned.

  “Just a few more.” Patrick motioned for his cameraman to stop filming. “How do I compare to Bobby Breyer?”

  “What?” she spat.

  “Size wise. I’ve always heard wrestlers have small dicks and you’ve seen what I’m packing.”

  “This interview is over.” Emma stood and moved to take the mic pack off.

  “Come on, Emma. You never complained. I want to know how the new boy toy measures up.”

  Emma paused to choose her next words carefully. “You want to know how you compare to other men?”

  Patrick took a step forward, curled his lips into a grin, and nodded.

  Emma thought about telling him the truth for a split second. She shook her head and realized she couldn’t stoop to his level.

  “We’re done here.” Emma walked out of the room followed by Kelly, Ben, and Al.

  Terrance made sure everything was as perfect for his lunch with Emma. This would be the first time they’d spoken in person since her mother’s funeral. So many things had happened in both their lives over the last few weeks, driving the friends further apart. With the end of filming Hunt for Life, there might be no ties at all. Losing her friendship was something he would not accept.

  Emma entered the private dining room without her camera crew. She assumed his crew would be present but was shocked to see only Terrance seated at a table.