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Chapter 7
I soon adjusted to the fact that Nick wasn’t coming back, that I
wasn’t ever going to see him again. My routine returned to the way it
had been, before Nick showed up and shattered my life so quickly.
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I sat on my couch, lying, about to fall asleep. Emily had been put to bed
already.
The doorbell rang loudly, ringing in my ears.
“Stupid salespeople,” I muttered. “Showing up at this time.
In the rain, no less.” I smiled at the irony of how I was beginning
to sound much like the mother I had once despised so much, the one I still
despised. The one who made me leave—because of an image she had to maintain.
I opened the door, into the freezing rain. There stood Nick, his drenched
figure silhouetted against shadows, his bones soaked to the very core.
“Nick—what? I thought you—I thought you guys were on tour!”
I was shocked. Why was he here, soaking wet with nothing with a white T-shirt
on clinging to his chest? A vision of him without his shirt on flashed through
my head, and how I longed to run my fingers over his chest, smoothing them
over his body until there was nothing left to explore. How I wanted the familiar
feeling of lying in his arms under the covers, until he had to leave when
morning broke.
“The guys can manage without me. I had to try—one more time.”
He held his arms out, almost shrugging, looking near helplessness.
I stepped forward. He reached his arms out to me. I hesitated. If I went
to him this one time, I’d never be able to leave. Would I risk the pain?
I reached my arms out. Yes.
He took me in his arms, gently. I lay my head on his shoulder. We stood their
swaying outside at night, as if to some song was playing in the background,
the rain coming down in torrents.
He was humming softly, almost to himself. He took a breath. He opened his
mouth and I looked up at him, wondering what he was going to say. To my surprise,
he started to sing.
“ Open up your heart to me
And say what’s on your mind, oh yes
I know that we have been through so much pain
But I still need you in my life this time, and…
I need you tonight
I need you right now
I know deep within my heart
It doesn’t matter if it’s wrong or right
I really need you tonight
I figured out what to say to you
But sometimes the words, they, they come out so wrong, oh yes they do
And I know in time that you will understand
That what we have is so right this time, and…
I need you tonight
I need you right now
I know deep within my heart
It doesn’t matter if it’s wrong or right
All those endless times we tried to make it last forever more
And baby I know
I need you
I know deep within my heart
It doesn’t matter if it’s wrong or
right…”
He lifted my face towards mine. I struggled to keep my head up, and to keep
the tears form overflowing. And then my lips met his.
It was soft as first, then intensely passionate, harder, almost painful.
His tongue entered my mouth, licking the all edges of the inside of my mouth.
The familiar taste of his mouth lingered inside my head, sending my head
swarming in all directions. It was flowing with emotion, fervor, and lust.
I wrapped my arms around his Neck, and he placed his hands behind my head.
He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Never removing his
lips from mine, or separating our two halves, he entered the house, pushing
the doors open with his foot.
As is he could sense where my mind was guiding him, he found my bedroom.
Almost shoving onto the bed, he continued to devour my lips, my neck, hungrily.
He smoothed out his hands over my chest, ripping my button-down shirt off.
My hands clawed at his white T-shirt. He parted his lips from my body just
long enough for me to lift his white T-shirt over his head.
His lips moved down my flesh, his mouth at my stomach, licking inside my
navel. I moaned in delirium. He slid his hands under my back, and then back
again to remove my jeans shorts, and kicked his sandals off behind him. I
reached my hands behind his back, sliding my hands down to his waist. I unbuckled
his belt, and pulled it off from around him. I slid my hands into his jeans,
rubbing my hands in circles. Nick groaned. I slid them off his slowly. With
impatience, Nick helped me take them off him and threw it behind him, draping
them over a chair or some other unimportant possession. He could knock over
a lamp, for all I cared.
He grappled with the clasp on my black bra, finally undoing it and also throwing
beside the bed, to join the rest of our discarded clothing on the floor.
He moved his lips down from my neck to my breasts. He sucked forcefully on
each one, his tongue movements filled with longing. His hands were everywhere,
roughly touching all over at once.
His tongue moved to between my breasts, and he slid it down to my
Victoria’s Secret underwear. Nick played with the elastic with his tongue
for a lingering second, then grasped with his teeth and slid it down my leg.
Getting off the bed for second, he pulled it over my feet and climbed back
on top of me.
I wrapped my arms around his back once more, sliding them slowly down his
back. Shifting position suddenly, his body was now under mine. I placed my
hands inside his boxers again; rubbing places people say you should never
touch. Nick made a whining sound, and grunted.
“You like that?” I asked mischievously. He just nodded tightly.
“Mmm…”
I sat on his stomach, slowly sliding down his body, rubbing my body against
his. I slid his boxers out from under us. We were both now completely naked.
I hesitated. Did I really want to do this? I pushed those thoughts out of
my brain, and instead concentrated completely on Nick’s body, and my
needs.
He flipped me over quickly, so his body was now completely on mine. He slithered
his hands up and down my flesh. He placed his hand on my breast, nibbling
at it once more. I moaned in delight. He suddenly stopped.
“Mmm… Don’t stop… Please,” I groaned, my body begging
him to continue.
He coarsely spread my legs apart, lowering his head into between them, licking
between my legs.
“Harder,” I panted, enjoying this different kind of kiss. He obeyed.
My fingernails tore at his flesh, my hands devouring his skin.
He rolled over, and I was on top of him again. I touched his manhood, feeling
his erection grow as I rubbed. He cried out. It occurred to me then that
Emily was in the next room, and Mommy in bed with a strange man completely
naked might possibly scar her for life. To prevent excessive noise, I moved
my lips to his again, sucking and then biting lightly on his bottom lip,
something I knew Nick enjoyed.
He was soon on top of me. Our bodies pulsated, pouring sweat. Nick’s
eyes were clouded in concentration. I permitted his rock hard erection to
enter my body, pushing harder with each heartbeat. He ran his fingers through
my hair, and my fingers clawed at his skin again. He grunted. I cried in
anguish. We both climaxed at the same time, screaming as quietly as possible
when passion overtook our bodies and we could no longer control what we were
doing. We both collapsed on the bed, and I slept with my head on his chest.
I felt the deepest sleep in years. Two, to be exact.