The phone rang way too fucking early, but I’d set the call an hour earlier than we needed just in case, and I was glad. Nicole kept rubbing her ass on my hard-on and there was no way I wasn’t going to take advantage.
“Hmm . . . that feels good,” she said, moving her hips when I tucked my fingers between her legs and started strumming on her clit.
“I’m going to make you feel very good,” I said against her ear as I thrust inside her. She yelped.
“Holy . . . Victor.”
I chuckled, biting down on the skin between her neck and shoulder. “There’s nothing holy about Victor.”
I moved us so she was on her knees and I was bent over behind her, holding her hips to meet my thrusts. I wanted to slow down for her, but everything about her had me on overdrive. I couldn’t be near her and not go full throttle. She pushed back onto me, and I groaned at the feel of her clenching around me. I slapped her ass.
“Fuck,” she said, clenching harder. She was so wet for me. I slapped her ass again. “Victor.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached for her hair and looped it around my hand, pulling her toward me as I pounded into her. I was sure between the two of us, we alerted everybody within a fifteen-mile radius that we were fucking, but I didn’t care. My only regret was that I was wearing a condom. I wanted to feel her on me. And I would. Not today, but soon. I hoped.
We took a long time in the shower, because the way the soap ran down her curves and her tits as she washed her hair distracted me.
“Stop touching me,” she groaned when I pushed her against the wall. “I’m going to be late.”
“Fuck that job,” I said, taking her lips in mine. She laughed against me.
“Would you say fuck your job and skip work tomorrow if I asked you to?” she asked.
I pulled back, grazing the pad of my thumb over her nipple. She groaned and pushed onto me. I held her gaze.
“I would. If you asked me to, I would,” I said, and I meant it. If she asked me to take a day off, I’d do it. She looked as surprised as I felt. Without another word, she lifted herself up and wrapped her legs around my waist, clinging on to me.
“I’m really sore,” she whispered. “Really sore. But I want you.”
I shook my head, holding her in place. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her blue eyes searched mine. “Rain check?”
I nodded with a smile. She must have sensed my uneasiness, because she narrowed her eyes.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
She looked at me for a beat longer before putting her legs down and turning around to finish washing. My heart dropped to my stomach. I felt like shit. I didn’t make promises I didn’t keep. Ever. And that was one I wasn’t sure I could keep even if I wanted to. I tried to put it out of my mind. No use in thinking about it now. I’d deal with it when I had to. I needed to meet with Quinn before I jumped to any conclusions. We ordered breakfast and took it on the road. We were both quiet, contemplative, as if we’d been changed by our little outing. Maybe we had been. Whenever I looked over at her, she looked like she was lost in thought. In an effort not to rock the boat, I didn’t say anything at all.
We kissed when I dropped her off in front of the lot, and she thanked me.
“I’ll get a ride to your parents’ house,” she said. “I have your mom and Estelle’s number, so I’ll be fine if you’re busy.”
Why would I be busy? I wanted to ask, but didn’t. Instead I nodded.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she got out of the car, her back facing me.
“Thank you,” I whispered back, wanting to reach out to touch her. Instead, I let her go. I wasn’t sure I could watch her walk away again, so I turned my face and looked the other way. And I think we both knew it was more than just a drop off.
“Who did you piss off?” was the first thing Quinn asked upon my answering my phone the following day.
I’d heard from Nicole late last night when she was still at work and I could hear the exhaustion in her voice as we spoke, so I kept the conversation short. Short and sweet, though it didn’t feel that way, because after we hung up I felt like I couldn’t bear to listen to her voice again until this thing with the pictures got resolved, which was what I hoped to do today.
“I’m assuming you’re going to spit it out and not make me beat it out of you,” I responded. Quinn laughed.
“Are you in the area?”
“I actually am,” I said as I drove past the café he and I frequented. “Usual spot?”