Broken Pieces (Riverdale #2)

“What are you saying?” She whispered biding her time.

“You spend the night with me and I’ll pleasure you all night. You fall asleep in my bed and you awake in my arms, no notes on the pillow.” He paused and repositioned himself a bit, pressing himself further into the v of her legs. “And if you’re a good girl, in the morning I’ll teach you how a proper pot of coffee is made.” His eyes bore into hers as he grinned crookedly. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth. “Otherwise, leave now.” He murmured, his lips not even a centimeter away from hers.

“Okay.” She hissed.

“Okay, what?” He took her lower lip between his, sucking lightly on the tender flesh.

“I’ll spend the night with you.” She whispered as she ran her hands up his chest. They glided over his shoulders before wrapping around his neck. She looked up at him and leaned into him.

“As long, as you promise to make it worth my while.” She teased before she wrapped her legs around his waist. He cupped her ass and lifted her off the stool. Nick’s mouth crashed down onto hers. He didn’t bother answering her with words. Weren’t women all about actions anyway?





Chapter Thirteen


The sunlight filtered through the blinds, taunting Nick to open his eyes. He cursed under his breath and went to get out of bed to draw the curtains closed and go back to bed, when he felt pressure on his chest. He glanced down to find Sam was draped across his body. One of her legs was entwined with his, while her arm was spread across his waist, her fingertips were clutching his hip. Her blonde waves tickled his chest as they cascaded wildly across his pecs. He looked up at the ceiling and silently took back any and all curses, pleading with his maker to wake up like this more often. She was a sight, a damn welcomed one too. She curled into the crook of his arm, still asleep. Softly he brushed his knuckles against her cheek, moving the hair that fell into her face, so that he could get a better look at her.

She was beautiful in the morning. He noticed. While she slept, there was the faintest hint of a grin playing on her swollen lips. He couldn’t help but grin himself, knowing he was the reason behind those smiling lips. He let his hand travel absent-mindedly down the slope of her body as his mind wandered. He had his share of women and usually he couldn’t wait for them to leave in the morning. The morning after sucked as far as he was concerned, it was uncomfortable and strained. Half the time he was struggling to remember, the name of the woman beside him. He glanced down at Sam again and for the first time in his life he didn’t feel as if he was suffocating. Looking at her snuggled against him felt right. He wondered if she would’ve woken up first, would she have felt the same way. Probably not, he figured. However, she did agree to spend the night and promised not to run in the morning.

She started to stir and her hand absently moved between his legs. Nick’s eyes widened as her palm glided over his cock. Yeah, he could get used to waking up like this, so could his dick, which sprang to life at Sam’s touch. Her hand stroked the length of his morning wood as her body nestled closer to his. She pressed her lips against his pebbled nipple.

“Morning…” She murmured as her tongue rolled over the turgid peak. He stared down at her, watching as she slowly lifted her head from his chest, her eyes twinkling as they met his.

“Good morning.” He said roughly as he attempted to comb his fingers through her wild bed hair. He gave up and instead cupped her face in his hands. He lifted his head off the pillow to meet her lips half way. She gave his cock one tantalizing tug before she wrapped both arms around his neck and leaned into the first kiss of the morning.

His hands traveled down her back, cupping her heart shaped ass in his palms. Her body slid along the length of his as her tongue brazenly explored his mouth. She was the one setting the pace this morning, and he was going to let her. He liked the change in her, the way she took control of their mouths. Her teeth grazed his lower lip as he pressed her against his erection. She groaned into his mouth as she took his mouth greedily.