by Ally Adams
“I’m going to come,” he said, and I finished that off quickly too with some slippery and sneaky hand moves.
“Holy fuck,” he said, spilling over my hand. “I didn’t mean to come that fast... but I don’t think I had any control...” he said between breaths and looking at me as thought I had just conquered him.
I grinned and rose. “That’s the idea, buddy—I’ve got to get to work and I like to leave my man happy.”
“Hell, I’ve just been worked over,” he said with a smile, breathing out. He reached for me to reciprocate and I blocked him with the soap.
“I’m more of a mid-morning, lunch, afternoon, night person,” I said, “but you can make me very happy if you make me coffee and raisin toast while I dress.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, before taking my nipple in his mouth again and moving his hand down my body and slipping a finger inside me. I jolted as all my nerve endings betrayed me and I heard the satisfied groans coming from my throat—my body was just doing its own thing.
He released my nipple. “Not even a little bit of a morning person?” he asked but didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he slipped that finger right back out, whirled me around to face the shower wall and from behind, he began tracing circles around my clit with one finger and began working my nipple with the other, pressing his body against me. I took only a few minutes more than Nik did to give into it, water beating down on me as he slipped his hands around parts of my body.
He held me until I stopped shuddering and then he lightly smacked my butt.
“Hurry up or you’re going to be later. I’ll get that raisin toast packed to go.” He walked out of the shower and I watched him towel dry—great ass, great back, such solid legs, beautiful shoulders—and then he put his track pants and t-shirt back on and disappeared to the kitchen. Yep, I think I might be a morning person after all.
*****
We moved our usual beer and burger night at the local hotel from Wednesday night to Thursday night because Max and Ren had a family thing on the Wednesday night—Ren’s mom’s birthday—but they still wanted to catch up. It was lovely how accepting Ren’s family was of Max, Ren’s mom loved him. It helped that Max did her hair too.
“You know Thursday is not beer and burger night,” Ethan said, drily. “It’s pots and pasta night. But luckily, I’m good with that.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
“I’m still having a wine regardless,” Max said. “My turn to order,” he said, and taking our money and orders, headed to the counter with Ren on hand to help out.
“How’s Nik?” Ethan asked. “Tell me he’s still on the scene please?”
I studied my sweet, older brother who looked so worried for me.
“He’s on the scene and it’s great, surprisingly great,” I said, and he grinned, pleased. “No really great,” I said again. “I went from not interested to trying to avoid him and now to right in amongst it so to speak... that’s not good is it?”
Ethan bit his lip and shrugged. “There’s no rule book but maybe this time, just don’t marry him in three months like last time. I’m not saying you wouldn’t have made your marriage work, but living with Adam first probably would have shown you he’s not so good at ‘until death do we part’.”
I nodded. “You got that right. Can I ask you something before Maxie and Ren return?”
“Sure,” he said, and leaned forward. He looked particularly handsome tonight in a navy hoodie, white t-shirt underneath and pale jeans—a bit sailorish.
“You know Nik’s an orphan and Anton more or less confirmed that Nik was abused by one of his foster parents...”
Ethan nodded, keeping up.
“He said something strange to me last night,” I said, lowering my voice. “I touched his scars and he said ‘I promise my past can’t hurt us,’ or something like that. What does that mean? Should I be worried?”
Ethan frowned as he thought about the words. “Well, like I said, there’s no manual for this stuff, but I’m guessing it could be one of two things. He is being hunted by a hitman or the mafia and he’s over here getting away from them and while you’re both here, he’s feeling safer...”
I grimaced at my brother. “What’s your second suggestion and let’s hope it is better.”
“Abandoned or abused children often think they’re not worthy of love, in their mind that’s why they’ve been abandoned. Nik’s experienced it twice—his own parents didn’t want him so he was fostered out, then he had a foster parent who abuses him. Kids can think they’re at fault. So I’m just having a shot in the dark here, but Nik’s learnt from all this...”
“Learned not to trust?” I interrupted to ask.
“Not necessarily,” Ethan continued. “He could have learned some positive things like who to trust and how to cope with trauma, but his view of how stable and safe the world is, is probably shot.”
“Interesting you should say that because when he woke from the concussion and was a bit disorientated, he asked Anton were they safe,” I said.
Ethan nodded, thinking about that. “In terms of what he said to you, that his past can’t hurt the two of you—traumatic experiences can cause someone to think things will go wrong at a moment's notice and that there’s a risk getting close, but he’s saying he’ll take that risk if you do. Or, he may think that he’s worked hard now—he’s successful and got financial stability so he’s not undesirable like he was as a kid, in his mind anyway. It’s hard to know. But, often kids from adversity also work hard to do something valuable with their lives. He’s doing that.”
I exhaled. “Wow, makes you realize how really good we had it. How do I get it right so I make him feel safe?” I asked Ethan.
“Same way you would anyone else,” he said, “love him, tell him that, be supportive, be kind.” Then Ethan read me well, like he always did... he could see right through me.
“Sassy, don’t over think this or think it is a burden, just go out with the man he is now. You like him, you love him?”
I raised my eyebrows, sort of confirming both.
“Then live in the now as he’s asking you to.”
Chapter 19
I was at the front door waiting for Nik to pick me up in a taxi on Friday morning at six-thirty when I got his text to say he was one minute away. I was convinced we were going to miss the plane... we might have only had to go a short distance to the airport but we were cutting it fine for a seven-fifteen take off. Jim was happy for me to take the day off, as the club didn’t like staff getting to much leave accumulated. Kay took the day off too which meant poor Alice would have the whole area to herself or maybe that was a good thing. She was green with envy—I like to shop but Alice loved to shop and she was good at it, so she helped me with my Saturday New York City shopping list. I don’t think Nik had realized what he got himself into.
I saw the taxi coming down the street and it pulled up beside me. Nik jumped out, gave me a kiss and grabbed my bag, pushing it into the trunk as the taxi driver held it open.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, and gave my black felt hat a tug. I was just wearing jeans, black high heel boots, a white button down shirt and black jacket but it pleased Nik. I glanced towards the taxi trunk with our bags in it and noticed Nik had brought a small overnight bag for himself and a suitcase.
“Wow, you’ve travelled heavy,” I said. He had more than me.
“The suitcase is empty Süsse,” he teased. “I thought you were serious about this shopping exercise?” He opened the taxi’s back door and I slid into the seat and moved over as Nik got in beside me.
“You think of everything,” I said, admiring him.
“I hope so,” he said. He leaned over to kiss me and tasted of toothpaste and smelled of soap and fresh cologne. “Morning,” he said, as he pulled away.
“Morning, my guy. I’m so excited I couldn’t sleep. I hope we won’t miss the plane...” I shuffled on the seat with excitement.
“We won’t miss the pl
ane,” he promised. He was clearly more relaxed than I was about catching planes. The driver took off quickly—I suspected he was worried he’d have a freaking-out female in the back seat if we were late.
Nik reached for my hand and engulfed it with his large one. I was so excited to have the day off and be going away for a weekend, looking at fabrics, shopping for Nik, sightseeing, being with Nik. Sigh, it doesn’t get any better does it?
“Got the tickets?” I asked as the thought occurred to me.
He nodded. “We don’t need passports before you ask.”
I gave him a smirk, but it had crossed my mind.
“Where are we staying?” I asked.
“I booked The Pierre on E 61 Street. Anton said it has a very good view of Central Park and a very good bathroom,” he said, suggestively. “I hope it will be all right.”
“We’re going to New York City together for a long weekend; the youth hostel would have been fine,” I assured him, squeezing his hand with excitement. Seriously I was like a school kid on an excursion!
The airport was in sight and instead of going to the domestic departures, our taxi driver followed a different road and several minutes later we stopped in front of a charter area. I looked from the driver to Nik and back.
“Thank you,” Nik said, and gave the driver the fare and a tip. Before I could ask any questions they were both out of the car and I followed. Nik put my bag and his small bag into the one empty suitcase, and we thanked the driver again, moving out of the way as he departed. Nik headed towards a gated entrance.
I stopped. “Where’s the plane?”
“There,” Nik said, nodding towards a small plane.
“You’ve chartered us a plane?” I said, my eyes huge.
“It’s the quickest way to get there, it’ll save us time,” Nik said, so matter-of-factly that I laughed. He took two steps back to where I stood rooted on the spot, took my hand and led me along. “Come on, you don’t want to miss it, remember?”
I think my mouth was open and I snapped it shut once I realized.
“You’ve chartered us a flight to New York?” I said, again, hustling to keep up with his long strides even if he did have my hand.
“Sure, it’ll be fun,” he answered.
I’m not sure what happened then because I think I was in a mild state of shock, but in less than fifteen minutes we were ushered into the gorgeous plane interior, we met the captain and were given the safety demo. Our luggage was stored, I was sitting back on a big white leather chair and looking at Nik opposite me, his legs wrapped around mine.
“I told you we wouldn’t miss it,” he said, with the hint of a smile.
“Nik, this is amazing, it’s too much,” I said. We began to taxi for take-off.
“Too much what?” Nik asked, with a frown.
“We’re spending your money dining out, now flying and staying the weekend in New York. I don’t want to send you broke.”
Nik grinned. “I think I’ll be okay.”
“Seriously,” I continued. “You know money isn’t a big deal to me but Lucas and Tomás have houses... and I’m the daughter of a developer, you need to invest and not throw away money on me on meals and weekends away and chartered planes...” I was raving now.
Nik held up his hand in a stop motion and then he took mine. He went to speak but we began take-off and we stopped to watch the plane rising and the ground disappearing below us. When we were stable, and the captain removed the seatbelt sign, Nik moved over to sit next to me.
“Sah-sha, I don’t want you worrying about money, but I appreciate it. Anton is my financial adviser, and I’m an accountant, so we have it all worked out. I have several residential properties and a couple of commercial properties rented out in Germany; I have stocks and shares, and my expenses here are very low... I pay next to nothing living with Cassie and Alice. I can spend a bit of money having a good time. I’m investing in you,” he said.
“But what if it is not a good investment or you want your money back?” I asked.
“It’s a great investment and I’ve already had more in returns than I dreamed off. I’m here with you,” he looked at me intensely. “I want you to relax about this now Sah-sha, think of it as spending some of the bank’s interest on my account. I’ve pre-paid everything I could for this trip, I have a card ready for us to go shopping and I’m cashed up. No more talk of it, just fun. Ja?”
God this man was gorgeous.
He pulled me closer. “Agreed?” he said again, and I nodded.
“Good,” he said, and then we kissed. A wonderful romantic, long, wet, tongue kiss that left me weak. When he released my lips, he pulled me onto his lap to straddle him and his huge erection.
“I’ve never flown like this before,” I said, wide-eyed with surprise.
“I hope not,” he said, pushing against me. “We have our own supplies,” he said, with a glance to the small kitchen-bar area, so there’ll be no interruptions, no flight attendants,” Nik said and slipped off my jacket. “I know you’re not big on morning sex...”
“Oh I am,” I assured him. “I just said that yesterday to throw you off track so I could get to work on time.”
“A very good strategy that didn’t work,” Nik said recalling our shower episode. He began to undo the buttons on my white shirt revealing my white lace bra and I think his erection just got harder if that was possible.
“Sah-sha, so beautiful,” he said trailing his fingers over the lace and watching as my nipples hardened and protruded into the lace. He continued to work them until I distracted him by undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans. I worked them slightly down his hips; he cooperated fully lifting us both slightly... truly remarkable how that weights training can come in useful.
He wriggled to get a condom out of his jeans pocket and I took it from him, released his penis from his white boxers—very hot too may I say—and slipped the condom on. I rose slightly, slipped my jeans down and re-straddled him, leaving my brief lace thong on for Nik to work around. He made a very impressive guttural sound in his throat when he saw it. I rose on my knees, my breast just at his mouth level—honestly, I hadn’t intended that, it was just a lucky bonus, and he moved aside the lace on my bra cup to apply his tongue to my begging nipple.
Then I slipped down onto him. His hands grabbed my hips, moving me into place slowly. He pulled away from my breast long enough to look at me and murmur my name. Then I gave him some movement. His hand gripped the back of my neck and I rocked on him, watching as his jaw locked and he closed his eyes, feeling me around him. His breathing increased and so did my mine—fuck what a great way to start the day, I could feel him right up to my spine. Being in control of the lap dance, I moved to get him in just the right place, applying just the right friction and suddenly I realized I was going to come before him. My hand shot out to his shoulders and my nails dug into him. I called out his name, or I think I did... I might have called out “God, yes,” as well.
Nik read my movements and moved me faster, controlling my hips. We both came in uncontrolled pleasure—my back arching, my breasts pushing towards him and Nik burying his face in my chest. I felt him pumping into me, his body shuddering, I love that. We breathed heavily, finding each other’s mouths and kissing between breaths.
I drew back and eventually I dropped my chin onto his head as he wrapped his arms around me tightly, pressing his cheek against my chest.
“I love you, Sarsh. I am truly happy,” he said, and I couldn’t stop the tears welling in my eyes. I wanted to protect him, to give him everything and make the rest of his life so happy. I pulled away, blinked my eyes clear and looked at him. He smiled a slow, sexy smile and I bit my lip.
“Ich liebe dich,” I said, to him and his eyes lit up and then he laughed. I playfully hit him. “What? I’ve been practicing with the online translator.”
“It was perfect Süsse, perfect,” he said, smiling and studying me.
“Really?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
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“Absolutely! Thank you. Now I need to get rid of this condom and you need to cover yourself,” he said.
He lifted me off him and I adjusted my bra, did up my shirt and jeans and watched as Nik did the same.
“Can we make a coffee?” I asked, studying the kitchen.
“I imagine so,” Nik said, disappearing into the small bathroom. He resurfaced and found me in the kitchenette with two cups, coffee, a percolator, milk, cream, boxed cereal, fresh fruit, fresh muffins and more.
“Look what I found! I’m always hungry after sex and we haven’t had breakfast.” I eyed off the muffins.
“Speaking of food, I was thinking we could meet Anton and his girlfriend for dinner Saturday night if that was okay with you? We need to have dinner tonight just the two of us. What do you think?” he asked.
“Sure, that would be fun,” I agreed. “Have you met his girlfriend?”
Nik shook his head in the negative. “She’s a local and I think you would call her an extro...”
“Extrovert,” I helped.
“Yes that’s what Anton says. He’s fairly quiet, so she might be good for him,” Nik said.
I carried our coffees back to the chair and came back for a muffin. Nik selected several boxes of cereal and was making a mix.
“I want to walk through Central Park this afternoon together after we check in to the hotel. Okay? It’s in walking distance,” Nik said.
“Sure. Then, let’s have a bath together and drink champagne. Does it have a bath?” I asked.
“Of course, it was a prerequisite to my search. I know you are particular about your bathroom, and it has a beautiful one.” Nik joined me again on the big white leather chairs. We were awake now and full of questions and plans. “Have you got your shopping destinations sorted for tomorrow?”
“Absolutely,” I assured him, “but I’m not telling you in advance in case I freak you out,” I said.
“Did you put Victoria’s Secrets on the list?” he asked.
