Elastic Hearts (Hearts #3)(89)

“Say my name. That’s right,” he said, biting my other nipple.

“Fuck.”

“That’s right, baby.”

And then, on his kitchen stool, I orgasm, eyes closed, toes curled, head thrown back. He pulled me off the stool and turned me around, pushing my torso down, my breasts on the freezing cold granite as he spread my legs. I tried to brace myself, but it was no use. When he thrust inside me I took in a huge gasp of a breath. He yanked the bandana off and threw it on the counter.

“I should use it to tie your f*cking hands.” His voice low and in my ear as he f*cked me. Hard. “I should blindfold you.” He leaned back and pulled my skirt up, his hand coming down on my ass in a hard slap. “I shouldn’t even f*ck you right now,” he said, pulling out of me completely.

“No. No. No,” I shouted, pushing myself back. “Please.”

He thrust in just as quickly and hard as he pulled out, and I yelped at the feel of his girth and the slap of his hand on my other ass cheek. “I should make you f*cking beg for it. If I wasn’t so desperate for you, I would.”

“Oh my God,” I said, feeling another orgasm surfacing.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought his other arm around my body to play with my clit. “You make me feel desperate for you, Nicole. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t bear the thought of you with another man.”

I gasped, my eyes rolling back. “You’re the only one.” I gasped again, the strumming of his fingers on my clit was increasing and I knew I’d lose it in a second. “Never anybody else. I swear.”

“Good,” he said, pushing my face down so I was flat on the surface as he increased his pace and started to f*ck me wildly. I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed when the orgasm finally ricocheted through me, and gasped at the feel of him emptying himself inside me in three slow, long thrusts. “Fuck, baby.”

“Hmm,” I gasped. It was the only thing I could say.

He helped me upright after a couple seconds and pulled me to his chest, holding the back of my neck. “I missed you so much.”

I looked up at him. “I love you too.” His smile was slow forming, but huge.

“I know.”

I laughed, pushing his chest. “You know? This isn’t Star Wars.”

He shrugged. “No, but I know. I think you fell in love with me the last time I f*cked you in my office, before you got married.”

“That makes absolutely no sense, but let’s say I did, what took you so long?” I asked. He bent his knees and lifted me into his arms, carrying me toward his room.

“I was a f*cking idiot.”





HAVING NICOLE IN my bed, fast asleep, for two days in a row when I woke up was perfect. I got up and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth before putting on a pair of board shorts and heading outside. I hadn’t stepped foot in the ocean since I brought her home on Friday night, and I needed to clear my mind before I headed to the office for my meeting. We’d talked, f*cked, and argued the entire weekend, and I wouldn’t have traded it for any amount of promotions or money in the world. I ran out with my board and caught some waves, and on my way back in, I smiled when I saw her standing outside with a cup of coffee in her hand. Bonnie was running around my grass, probably taking various shits, but that was fine. I’d deal with the dog later. At least she was potty-trained. I unzipped my wet suit and grinned when I caught Nicole licking her lips, her eyes dropping to my exposed chest. I couldn’t stop f*cking smiling.

I took it off and tossed it in the basket I had outside and put my board down as I ran up to her and swept her into a hug.

“Victor. You’re going to get burned,” she said, laughing as she tried to balance her cup of coffee.

“I’m sure you don’t have any left in there,” I said, looking in. Sure enough, there was only a drop left.

“I could have just poured it,” she said when I let go of her. My eyes drifted down to her white shirt, which was now completely wet and see-through. She had no bra on. She slapped me on the chest and my eyes snapped to hers.

“What?”

“Stop looking at my boobs.”

I put my hands out and grabbed them, playing with her nipples over her shirt. She moaned. “You want me to stop?”

“No,” she said, gasping when I pinched them. “Let’s go inside.”

We went inside, stripping clothes off until we were both naked. I propped her up by the wall and started closing the sliding glass door, my lips on hers. She broke the kiss and gasped out a, “Bonnie’s outside.”

Of course. The shitting dog.

“Bonnie. Get the f*ck inside the house,” I yelled. Nicole laughed until I pinned her with my stare and pushed the tip of my dick inside her, and then her laugh turned into a series of gasps and oh f*cks. Those were my favorite.

“You have to leave soon,” she said, moaning when I grabbed two handfuls of her ass and started driving into her. Fuck. She felt so good. She was so f*cking wet. So. Fucking. Wet. I threw my head back, increasing my pace.

“I know.”

“I’m going to come. Fuck. Victor. Victor,” she shouted. “I’m going to . . . oh my . . .”

And then I shattered inside her. I caught my breath and let her catch hers before I helped her stay steady on her feet.