NICK (Carsonbrothers Book 3)

by S R Dyble

  No, Lilly, no!

  "What makes you think I do those things with Eves?"

  This was good. He was trying to do friend things with me. This was good, wasn't it? No licking ice-cream off of each other's faces, or off each other's bodies…

  Oh God, my inner thoughts were killing me.

  "Well, if she doesn't do those things with you, she definitely does with us. Twice now has she suckered us into a PJ night with facemasks. I'm ashamed to say I now know all of the Nicholas Sparks movies well enough that I could write the books."

  I laughed.

  "So what do you say?" he asked, looking ridiculously cute.

  "Help me to the couch."

  He had to do one better than that of course, and as he neared I had to brace myself ready for him to scoop me up.

  He carried me to the couch and gently placed me down, shifting the pillows around me so I was comfortable. Our eyes met for a second, so I had to say something to reduce the tension. I lifted my hand and ran my finger across his eyebrow.

  "Getting a little bushy there, kid," I commented.

  "Oh really?" He backed away to watch me.

  "I could give them a little plucking if you want me to."

  He chuckled. "You think I'm mad? You're not using those torturous things on me."

  "Don't be such a fanny," I threw at him.

  "Say whatever you want…"

  "If you let me pluck your eyebrows you can choose the film."

  "What's to say I wasn't already going to pick the film anyway? You can't really do much about it, can you?" He winked after pointing to my foot.

  I glared at him.

  "I do not want to look like a pampered prince, thank you. I'll have you know most women like the rugged look."

  "You mean like Olivia?"

  You bloody idiot, I told myself.

  He smiled, teasing me with his eyes. "You really are jealous, aren't you, Petal?"

  "No," I lied.

  "You fell straight into her trap," he commented, standing casual.

  "What?" I questioned sharply.

  "She's jealous of you, Lilly. Why else do you think she paraded herself in front of me, knowing you were watching?"

  I didn't think of it like that, suddenly I felt like a fool.

  "You saw the way she looked at you in that knock-out bikini," he said.

  Being lost for words wasn't something that usually happened to me.

  "Just be careful, okay? Olivia is vicious, she portrays herself as an innocent princess, but in reality, she's savage. It's one of the reasons why I didn't wanna be around them in the first place."

  "One of the reasons?" I asked and he just stared at me.

  "Omar was the reason why you didn't wanna be around them," I told him and wondered if there was more to Olivia and Nick that he hadn't told me about.

  "Yeah, well, thanks to you, I've now been given orders to keep him close to keep an eye on him—see if he's a lead to my father."

  He began pacing backwards and forwards.

  "Why didn't you tell me?"

  He shrugged. "It's not something I was trying to keep away from you. It just never came up..."

  I nodded and glanced at my hands.

  "Besides, I don't really have to worry about him wandering off with you around."

  I rolled my eyes.

  "So it's all my fault?" I asked.

  He looked back at me, "No, Lill', it's not your fault," he said, sitting down beside me.

  He looked stressed.

  "I'm sorry, I should have listened to you when you tried to stay away from them," I said.

  He looked at me, looking so masculine sitting back on the sofa. Silence fell then, as a gloomy vibe fell over us. I knew Nick was worried, he just didn't wanna worry me too.

  "Fine, you can pluck my eyebrows," he said, defeated.

  I smiled. "It's okay, I don't have to."

  "No, you're right. They have been looking a bit on the wild side recently, they're a crucial part of my face. Can't have them letting the rest of my facial features down, now can we?" He smirked at me as I shook my head.

  "You wouldn't need to worry about your ego that's for sure."

  "Where are the barbaric things?" he asked whilst getting up.

  "My tweezers are on the cabinet in my bedroom, in my makeup bag."

  Once he returned—holding the tweezers as if they may stab him in the neck if he held them the wrong way—I told him to lay back on the couch with his head on the arm of the chair. I sat on the pouffe that was beside the couch and he stared up at me as I ran my fingers over his eyebrows, making sure they were all positioned the same direction.

  "Is this going to hurt?"

  "Depends if you're a little bitch or not." I smiled at him.

  He glared at me then shut his eyes.

  "Don't crinkle up your face, I can't get to your eyebrows!" I told him.

  "I can't help it. The anticipation is killing me!"

  I rolled my eyes and positioned the tweezers to the first strand of hair before gripping and pulling it out.

  "OW!" he complained dramatically before sitting up to feel his eyebrow. "Jesus Christ, Lill'!"

  "Yeah, you're a little bitch…" I rolled my eyes and paid him no attention.

  "Shut up and do the rest. Don't take too much off, though," he said, laying back down.

  I did this regularly with my customers, which meant I had my techniques to get it done fast. It didn't, however, help with Nick's dramatics.

  When I was finally done, he made one last commotion before heading over to the mirror.

  "Am I bleeding?"

  "Delta warrior injured—Call back up!" I said dramatically.

  He eyed me from where he stood at the mirror, then returned to gaze at himself.

  "This is a great look…" he said, running his fingers over his eyebrows in the mirror. "This is a great look for me." He continued making a fuss over them. I knew he was just acting the prat so I rolled my eyes.

  "Calm down, Jim's dad, I only took a few off."

  "Jim's dad?" he questioned.

  "You know… American pie, the reunion?"

  He looked at me and shook his head slowly.

  "The scene in American Pie, the reunion? The scene where Michelle plucks Jim's dad's eyebrows—"

  "No, don't!" he said, holding his hands over his ears. "I haven't seen it yet."

  "You haven't seen American Pie, the reunion?"

  "Not yet…"

  "Then that means we have to watch it. Let's see if we can watch it on Netflix—"

  "If you wanna watch people having sex, we could just watch porn together instead?" he suggested, smiling from ear to ear. "I have it literally to hand, let me show—"

  "Yeah, I don't need to see your porn site membership… Kinda like I don't need to see mermaids to know they exist. I believe you." I answered cockily then began busying myself, rolling up the paper I'd used to collect Nick's eyebrow hairs.

  "Mermaids?" He eyed me.

  "What about them?"

  "You believe in mermaids?" he asked.

  "Uh-huh..."

  Again, he just stared at me.

  "Don't look at me like that. There's actually a lot of scientific evidence proving they exist."

  "This should be good," he said, crossing his arms and sitting on the sofa chair arm.

  "Well, it's more of a theory… Some scientists believe that when our ancestors lost land due to the rising water levels, some of them found habitat on land, and others found habitat in the water. Both sets evolved. One set evolved into mermaids… Just not the sparkly beautiful mermaids we picture them to be like on The Little Mermaid." I smiled.

  "So, if they're there, how come we haven't found them yet?"

  "Well, there have been some strange sightings, some odd things found in the past particularly by fishermen. The theory is that there are thousands, if not millions of species still undiscovered because we're not able to travel far enough down into the ocean."


  "Wow."

  I eyed him. "What?"

  "Just, wasn't expecting you to come out with that."

  "You think I'm just a beautician with no brains?"

  "I didn't say that. I just didn't know you were such a…"

  I continued to eye him.

  "Such a nerd." He grinned, teasing me by grabbing my hips and pulling me closer. I giggled as his fingers tickled my sides, then he caught me before I could place too much weight on my foot. I was still laughing and trying to calm down when he eventually stopped. Waves of butterflies spread across my stomach as he stared at me, smiling, as I stood in his arms. This wasn't good. We were supposed to be hanging out as friends and here we were gazing at each other. I took my chance to turn around—to break the stare but he pulled me back. I winced as I landed on my foot. He glanced down to my injured foot and held onto my hands to hold me upright. I tried to avoid all contact with him, feeling my eyes prickling with tears as I tried to fight the feeling taking over my chest. I couldn't do this again with him. But within a second, we were kissing, not being able to get enough of each other. Nick lifted me and laid me down onto the sofa so he could climb between my legs.

  "Nick, we can't…" I trailed on, trying to remember my justified reason why I couldn't allow for this to happen.

  "I can't get enough of you," he said against my neck and I hummed from the teasing trails he was laying on my skin. He began snaking down my body, slowly sliding downwards, not taking his eyes from mine.

  Gently, and I mean very gently, he removed my clothes from the bottom half of my body without hurting my foot. Until I was only left in my knickers.

  He lowered his head and began kissing the insides of my thighs, then stared back up at me.

  "Do you want this?" he asked, creating a frenzy over my body. I hummed with the need he was creating.

  "Tell me, or I'll stop," he told me.

  "Yes," I panted. "Please kiss me."

  His eyes continued staring at me, the hunger in them was undeniable. Kissing down my inner thighs, various sounds leaving my lips as I gripped onto the sofa. Then he kissed directly between my legs, driving me crazy.

  "Nick, the window…" I panted.

  The window was a full floor-to-ceiling window that spread the full wall. Nick was eating me alive for everyone to see.

  He got up and gripped a hold of the couch, making me squeal as he shifted the whole couch in a ninety-degree angle with me still on top of it. The back of the couch now lined up with the window and I couldn't believe the strength he had to have to be able to move the full corner sofa with such ease.

  "They won't be able to see now," he said, before returning to my body.

  "But Nick—" Again he planted a kiss directly between my legs and gripped the backs of my thighs.

  "Let me please you." He looked at me knowingly before ridding me of my knickers and quickly returned his lips to between my legs.

  Before I had the chance to see reason, I was calling out his name, begging him not to stop.

  "Oh, God!" I squirmed as his tongue continued its beautiful torture against my most sensitive parts.

  "Jesus, I'm gonna—"

  "Come, come, baby," he begged, sending my body into overload.

  I knew from experience that Nick was extremely talented in this field. I knew because each time in the past I had climaxed shortly after he'd started due to the way he flicked his tongue against my clit. I reached my hands down onto his shoulder, gripping hard as my insides clenched. Within seconds, my whole body tightened in preparation for the beautiful sensation I knew was coming. I moaned, calling out his name and gripping harder onto his shoulders until I was left limp and drained. All was silent as Nick retreated from my legs, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. He came upwards between my legs and tried to kiss me.

  "No," I said, placing my hands over his lips.

  "Come on." He grinned, knowing I hated when he did this.

  "You've just had your lips on my vagina, I don't wanna taste, thank you."

  "Give us a kiss, come on, it tastes delicious." He continued to tease me until I fought him away and hurt my foot in the process.

  "Fine," he said, getting up and handing me my knickers.

  He left me there and strolled towards the bathroom, glancing back at me with his very seductive gaze that made me get up and follow after him. He hadn't realised I'd gotten up to follow after him and shortly after I heard the shower turn on. He'd left the door ajar, so I pushed it open and hobbled into the bathroom, stripping my clothes off as I did. I walked directly into the walk-in shower and kissed him hard, catching him off guard and drenching my whole body with water. I didn't give him a chance to speak— didn't give my mind time to see reason, instead I used his body to support myself and lowered myself to my knees. I hurt my foot in the process but held off my whimper to see Nick's length now fully standing at attention, ready to glide into my mouth. Nick let out a harsh breath and widened his arms to grip onto something as I began drawing his length to the back of my throat and back out again.

  "Jesus, Lilly," he groaned and ran his hand through my wet hair.

  The water was currently dripping down his body, creating a water slide down his abs and a perfect lubricant as I glided my hand up and down the length of his dick. He groaned some more and threw his head back. I watched him through my eyelashes and once he saw me looking, he groaned again, this time shooting into my mouth as he felt the full explosion of his climax. I never did like the taste of semen in my mouth, so I discreetly spat it out so the water could swill it away. I felt Nick running his hand through my hair and then he lifted me to my feet before kissing me.

  Once dry and dressed again in my bedroom, I reached for my make-up bag to see that my shell had disappeared from the counter. I searched around for it, dropping to the floor to see if it had disappeared behind the counter when I heard a gentle knock on the door. Nick popped his head around the corner, searching for me until he saw me on the floor.

  "You okay?" he asked.

  "Yeah—just looking for something—what's up?"

  He nodded. "I'm just heading out, I'll be back soon. You gonna be okay?"

  "Yeah, where are you going?"

  "Just out." He smiled.

  "Okay…"

  Why was he lying to me and smiling about it like a bloody Cheshire cat? Nick was up to something. Then he left without saying another word and leaving me confused to carry on looking for my shell. I loved that shell, it was my part of Australia that I'd picked up on a day that I really needed a little piece of beauty. I huffed, feeling deflated and not being able to search much more with my very sore foot. I got myself up onto my bed and sat there wondering where the hell Nick had gone. I wandered back into the living room and stared at the couch, my mind flashed with images of what we'd just done. Then I'd followed after him into the bloody bathroom like a sex-craved woman. I had to talk to him desperately. What I had to say was going to sound crazy after the impression I had made. I'd totally given Nick the wrong idea. I wasn't going to go back to being his little bit on the side. I understood that seeing him and his cleaner fucking each other had been a mistake on his part, although we never did specify the terms of our contract. If I had, I'd have definitely mentioned the no-sex-with-random-strangers-while-indeed-still-having-sex-with-me clause as well… Anyway, none of that mattered now because there was no way in hell I was doing it again. Nick had said he wanted me, at least, that was what I thought he'd meant. We hadn't discussed carrying on our little fiasco and it was about time we did because it wasn't going to happen. After today, I was not going to sexually touch Nicholas again. And he wasn't going to touch me either…

  It had been a few hours since I'd last seen Nick, I'd eaten, hobbled around a little and I was starting to get worried. I hobbled to the kitchen counter and drank my tea as I stared out onto the now dark beach from the living room windows. The pool outside was fully lit and the wooden floor panels just outside had small lights indented into the woo
d, lighting up the space with a dim, calming light. Only, I couldn't be calm, I had no idea where Nick was and he hadn't answered any of my messages. I did everything possible to not appear like a needy, overbearing girlfriend. What about a needy and worried friend? The thought of that didn't sit well with me either. I thought about how I was going to piece myself together after I left Australia and Nick would be done with me, after telling him that I didn't want to do this anymore. At this stage, I wasn't even sure we could be friends. It hurt too much.

  He hadn't specified for just how long he wanted me and when he would want to return to fucking every other female crossing his path. I rolled my eyes, knowing how pathetic I was. Without even realising it, I was stuck back into the same web. I thought about ringing Eve but wasn't in the right frame of mind to work out the time difference and didn't wanna wake Erin up.

  If I could have paced, I would have. Instead, I just stood still, getting myself more and more worked up. As the darkness consumed the outside of the house, the less safe I felt. I felt safe while Nick was here. Now I was beginning to panic being alone in this huge house alone. I started remembering the figure outside my window and felt panic rising in my stomach. Then suddenly the front door unlocked and Nick came inside, searching the room for me with his eyes. Once he saw me looking absolutely terrified, his bright expression faded.

  "Where the hell have you been?"

  "Just setting something up—"

  "You can't just leave me like some pathetic female waiting on you to come home, Nicholas!" I raised my voice.

  I did my best to waddle around the kitchen counter. I planned on storming to my bedroom but now I looked bloody pathetic barely scraping across the floor.

  "Why are you so mad?" he asked, cluelessly.

  "So mad?" I repeated his words whilst facing him. "I've been worried sick, you haven't answered a single one of my messages. You haven't rung me."

  He began smiling at me, somehow finding this humorous.

  "I was waiting here to be murdered by the bloody figure across the window, while you're doing God knows what!" I sounded more emotional, trying not to break as I got angrier at his beautiful smiling face. It wasn't only the worrying that had done this, it was the knowledge that I was going to have to tell him that I couldn't do this anymore. It broke my heart. I wasn't even aware that it was possible anymore. His smile fell as he saw me getting more and more upset. I turned back around to head towards my room when he rushed after me. It wasn't hard for him to catch up with me, my speed being bloody pathetic.