Six Weeks of Seduction by Ellis O. Day

CHAPTER 56:  NICK

Nick rolled over and groaned. His mouth felt like he’d eaten a towel and his head pounded. He was home, in bed, but he had no idea how he’d gotten here. Last night was a bit of a blur. He got up and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the cold water snap him awake. He rested one hand against the wall and opened his mouth, drinking the water until it turned warm. He shut his eyes and let it soak into his skin, cleaning out the poisons of the alcohol. He should know better than to go out drinking with Mattie.

Things always got out of hand with his brother. The kid was an expert at finding trouble and convincing him to do the stupidest things. His mind tumbled over images and his heart began to race. Mattie belonged to the Club now but he hadn’t gone there, except to talk to Ethan. They’d gone to a bar and had watched football. There’d been the cute bartender, but he hadn’t touched her. He hadn’t touched any woman. His heart beat normal again. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if he’d fucked up his chance with Sarah.

He turned off the water and got out of the shower, drying off. He brushed his teeth and went into the bedroom. He needed to get something to eat and go back to bed for a few hours. A nice round of sex would help clean his blood too. He opened his duffle bag. It was empty. All his clothes were gone. They were going to have a chat about this. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wrapping it around his waist before storming out of the bedroom. She was sitting at her desk working.

“We need to talk.” He was done with her pushing him away.

“Yes, we do.” She glanced at him. “Get dressed first.”

“I would if I knew what you did with my clothes. You can be pissed at me if you want but throwing them out won’t make me leave. I can go to my place and get more.”

Her eyes widened, but she remained silent. “Are you done?”

“We aren’t even close to done with this conversation.”

“I put your clothes away.” She turned back to her computer.

Away? What did she mean by that? He walked slowly back into the bedroom and to the dresser. He opened the drawers, almost reverently. His clothes were piled next to hers in neat stacks.

“We…we can get another dresser if we need to.”

He spun around. She was standing in the doorway, looking nervous.

“Thank you.” His heart almost exploded as he moved toward her.

She nodded, her gaze sliding down his body, making his dick even harder, and then back up to meet his.

“Where’s Tank?” He closed the bedroom door. Breakfast could wait.

“Stationed outside the guest bedroom.” Her breathing picked up a notch. She was as turned on as he was.

“He okay?” He stopped in front of her, waiting to touch her, making her want it as much as he did.

She nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. His eyes stayed on those lips. They’d be soft and warm and she’d open for him without any coaxing.

“I missed you.” He ran his hand over her cheek and then around to the back of her neck.

“I wasn’t sure you were coming back.” Her hands were on his chest now, just resting there.

“Always.” He lowered his mouth to hers, unable to wait another moment to taste her.

Her arms went around his neck, pulling him closer as she opened for him. His tongue played with hers, as his hands pushed up her shirt, taking her exercise bra with it. He cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples and she moaned into his mouth. There was no movement outside the door—no Tank whining or barking—but he’d have to make this quick. He lowered his mouth to her nipple sucking gently, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. She pressed his head closer and moaned low and loud.

He shoved her shorts down as he continued to torment her with his mouth, half-listening for the damn dog. He was pretty sure he heard toenails on the floor but then they stopped. She kicked off her shorts and underwear and his hand stroked between her legs. She was hot and wet, ready for him.

He kissed his way up her neck as he slipped one finger inside of her. “I want to drop to my knees and bury my face in your pussy but you won’t be quiet, will you?”

“I…I can’t.” She was thrusting against his hand now. Apparently, she’d missed him too.

“I need to hear you cry out when I fuck you and we only have so much time before Tank comes whining.” He shoved two fingers inside of her, his dick hardening even more at the way she clung to him. He skimmed his thumb over her clit.

“Please…” Her hands were clawing at his back. She was more than ready.

He grabbed her leg, lifting it to his hip. With his other hand, he grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance.

“Condom,” she whispered in his ear.

He gritted his teeth. It’d only take one second and he could be inside her with nothing between them. “Please, Sarah. Not this time.” He kissed her hard on the lips and rubbed the tip of his dick against her clit. “Just this one time.”

“We…can’t.” Her body was still pulling him close, her leg tightening around his hip.

“It’ll be okay. I swear.” He kissed her ear and pushed forward, letting the tip of him enter her. She felt fantastic—hot and wet and tight.

“No.” She stiffened, dropping her leg. “Stop it.”

“Fuck.” His body trembled as he took a step away from her. “Why? Fucking, why? We’re living together. You’re going to give me a key. Why can’t we fuck like a couple?” He’d been so close to perfection.

“Why?” She shoved him away. “I’ve told you a hundred times. I could get pregnant. You can’t swear that won’t happen.” Her face was flushed and her eyes sparked green fire.

“And if you did, would it be that bad?” The idea of her belly swollen with his child didn’t frighten him as it should but apparently it appalled her.

“Oh, not for you, but for me and the baby…that’s another story.” She pulled down her bra and shirt and grabbed her clothes from the floor.

“What kind of ass do you think I am?” It hurt that she didn’t know him better than that.

“I know exactly the kind of ass you are. You’re the kind that pays for a woman to have an abortion or just sends her and his kid money so he can feel good about himself.”

“I’d never do that.” He grabbed the towel from the floor, wrapping it around his hips. “If you wanted an abortion”—that thought killed him—“we could discuss it and if that’s what we decided of course I’d pay, but if you had our baby I’d insist on being a part of his or her life.”

“Don’t you dare start changing your story now. You made it very clear how you felt and what you’d do.”

“What are you talking about?”

“During the Interview.” She stepped into her underwear and shorts, her anger shifting to disbelief. “You don’t remember do you?”

“I…” His mind scrambled, trying to recall the conversation. He’d been so hot for her that day.

“You had all the answers for a possible pregnancy.”

Through this entire fight, he’d still had a raging hard on, but that…that memory killed it.

“I see you finally remember. That’s why we need to use condoms.” She turned and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

He dropped onto the bed. He’d been an arrogant ass. Ethan was right. He’d been like a child. He ran his hand through his hair.

“Don’t forget you have a dog to take care of,” she yelled from the other room.

A dog? Tank was her…Oh shit. More memories from last night flipped through his head. Not only was he an arrogant ass but he was also an idiot.