Alcohol You Later (17)

He shakes his head to himself. “You definitely are, but selfish fuck that I am, I can’t seem to let you go.”

Before I can react, his mouth is covering my left breast, his tongue flitting over my piercing while he reaches between us, shredding the lace thong with a quick flick of his wrist.

The tidal wave of emotion raging through me makes every touch more. “Fuck, Nicholas.” He’s hardly laid a finger on me and I’m already on the verge of coming unglued.

Nick’s guttural groans fill the room as he shoves his hand down the front of his boxers and strokes himself while still sucking and licking at my nipples.

I reach for his cock, but he pushes my hand away before violently shoving his boxers down his thighs.

“Need you,” he mutters, circling my swollen clit with the head of his dick. The combination of his warm skin and the cool metal of his apadravya is enough to have me arching up from the bed, chasing the friction I so desperately crave.

He grips my restless hips, lifting my bottom clear off the bed as he brings my pussy to his mouth. Then, he trails his nose down my slit and retraces the path with his tongue on the way back up.

“Nick!” I scream, writhing and digging my nails into his massive thighs. “Please… Oh, God, I’m going to…”

“That’s it, pretty girl. Give it to me.” He slides two fingers into my pussy while sucking my clit into his mouth. “Let me take it all away so I can fill you back up.”

His filthy plea sends me catapulting over the edge.

Aftershocks still wrack my body as he rolls a condom down his rock-hard cock.

I brace myself for the initial pinch of pain that always comes when he enters me. I’m used to rough and explosive, so when he eases in gently, taking his time, inch by inch, I’m not quite sure how to react.

This is different…tender, even.

My brain races to make sense of the way he’s slowly rocking in and out of me.

It isn’t until he ever-so-softly brushes my hair out of my face, his green eyes locked onto mine, that I realize what’s happening.

This is his apology.





“Mornin’ dude!”

Korie’s brows dart for the ceiling in a very “I told ya so,” manner when Nick strolls into the kitchen in a pair of low-slung sweats, humming along to some tune in his head without a care in the world.

Dear God but the man is beautiful, with his sex-mussed hair and dimples that could melt the panties right off a nun. The ink on his chest only serves to accentuate his pecs. Hours of pounding the drums day after day have toned his body to perfection. He’s truly a work of art.

“Someone’s feeling better about life this morning,” I muse, unable to wipe the smile from my face. I feel like I deserve all the credit for this one-eighty of his. There’s nothing Nick and I can’t sort out in the bedroom. In the years I’ve known him, it’s the only time he’s let his guard down, allowing himself the freedom to be completely vulnerable with me. Sometimes I wish we could exist—just the two of us—in that bubble forever.

“Yeah?” he says, bending to place a kiss on the crown of my head. I nearly swoon off my stool into a puddle on the floor until he does the exact same thing to his cousin beside me. “It’s always a great fuckin’ day when I wake up to all of my best friends under one roof.”

Swear to God, this man keeps me in a constant state of confusion. Just when I start to think we’ve reached the next level, he puts me back in my rightful place. Arm candy, fuck buddy, best friend, and now—lucky me—I get to add babysitter to the growing list of roles I play in Nicholas Potter’s life.

I’m beginning to fear the role I want to fill most of all will never come to fruition.

“Rhett made pancakes,” Korie says, pointing to the pile stacked a foot high on the side of the stove. “He and Lyle are bathing your children as we speak.”

Goddamnit. I ram my foot into her shin under the table, giving her the meanest eyes I can manage. How could she do that after I just spent the last two hours pouring my freaking heart out to her?

“Perfect,” he answers, heading for the food while pretending she didn’t just nail him with a cheap shot.

“Please don’t,” I hiss beneath my breath when he’s not looking.

She gives me a haughty smirk and a shrug that promises she’s up to no good. “I’m not fucking him,” she answers loudly. “Got no reason to spare that asshole’s feelings.”

With that she sends me a wink and heads toward the back of the unit. “Gonna go pack… Try not to choke on your breakfast, cuz…karma can be a real bitch sometimes.”

“What crawled up her ass and died?” Nick mumbles as he slips into the seat she just vacated. “Mmm,” he moans. “Did you eat yet?” He holds a loaded forkful of drippy goodness out toward my mouth.

With a nod, I accept his offering even though I feel like my stomach might explode from the amount I just finished scarfing down. “So good,” I agree, holding a hand up to shield him from seeing my food while I talk.

“She okay?” he asks, tipping his head in the direction Korie just fled.

“Yeah.” I give his thigh a tender squeeze. “Hormones.”

He nods, as if that lone word explains everything. Typical man. “You excited for today?”