Dr. Neurotic(25)

Which explained why tonight, while sitting inside Nick's apartment  without any work responsibilities hanging over my head, I scoured  through everything Google could provide on sheriff's auctions in its  search engine.         

     



 

I had to find a way to get them out of there without leaving them high and dry and without any place to live.

"Apparently, I'm supposed to let the sherriff's department know the  house still has the original tenants, and they send them a written  notice to vacate," I explained as I read through various online forums  with equally nightmarish situations as mine. "How in the hell am I going  to make Doreen and Harry leave their home? They love it like a baby … a  baby Doreen could never have." They'd shared their sad story of  infertility as we'd listened, a fresh pot of soup steaming on the stove,  the table set for dinner.



What? They're likeable and my stomach was growling. Doreen offered to  feed the beast. Am I supposed to have the willpower to say no to that  kind of thing?



"Uh-oh." Nick smirked at me from his kitchen as he poured a fresh cup of coffee.

"What?"

"You like them."

"No, I don't," I retorted, but I didn't even believe myself.

"You like them, and worst of all, they already have your sympathy."

I let his words sink in and sighed. "Ugh. Can you blame me?"

"No," he responded and sat down beside me on his sofa. Gently, he  removed my laptop from my thighs and shut it. "But you're going to have  to find a way to remember that you just paid a lot of money for that  house, and it's no longer Harry and Doreen's, or else-"

I cut him off immediately. "Or else what?"

"Well … or else I hope you're not going to mind spending your evenings watching Wheel of Fortune with your roommates."

I threw myself onto the sofa and covered my face with a pillow, "This  sucks!" I shouted beneath the soft material, my voice muffled.

Nick chuckled and removed the pillow from my hands. He picked me up with  ease and set me into his lap. "How about we forget about the house  debacle for a little bit and find a way to relax and just hang out here  tonight? Order takeout. Watch a movie. Have sex."

Surely, my eyes lit up on that last part. "Keep going … "

He smirked. "We can even eat dessert in bed."

"Hmm." I tapped my chin with my index finger. "What's for dessert?"

He waggled his brows. "I know what I'm having. You need to decide on yours."

Oh my …

"And what are you having?"

He pressed a slow, delicious kiss to my lips, and I melted into his  embrace. He moved those lips of his to my jaw, then my neck, until his  fingers cleared a path to my ear by slowly brushing my hair over my  shoulder. "We can eat at the same time," he whispered. "You enjoying  whatever dessert you're in the mood for and me savoring my favorite spot  in the whole world."

I shivered at his words.

"Sound good?" he asked and leaned back to meet my eyes.

I shrugged. "That depends."

"On what?"

"Are you talking about my pussy?" I questioned, and he laughed outright  at my blatancy. "Because if it's anything but my pussy, I'm not digging  that plan."

"I'm definitely talking about that perfect cunt of yours."

I giggled and waggled my brows. "Count. Me. Motherfucking. In."

"Fantastic." He smiled and then stood up with me still in his arms. He  carried me into the kitchen, set me on the counter, and then got to work  on finding our takeout options in his menu and junk drawer. "What are  you in the mood for?"

"Dessert."

He quirked an amused brow in my direction. "Before dessert?"

"Hmm … Mexican sounds good. Isn't El Toro only a few blocks from here?"

"Yep." He nodded and held up their menu from the pile.

I clapped my hands together in excitement. "Ohh, hell yes! I could go for some chips and queso right about now."

"All right. Mexican it is." He handed me the menu with a little smirk  etched across his lips. "Figure out what else sounds good, and then I'll  call it in. They don't deliver, but I'll run out and grab it."

I blew him a kiss. "You're the best."

"I am, aren't I?" He grinned. "I'll throw on a fresh shirt and shoes  while you decide." He pressed another kiss to my lips and then headed in  the direction of his bedroom. But his footsteps stopped somewhere along  the way, and he walked back toward me.

I quirked a brow. "Change your mind about Mexican?" The more that I  thought about it, the more I realized maybe I needed to reconsider. It  might not be the best thing to eat before he put his face in my vagina.

"No, I want to tell you something." He shook his head, and his eyes turned a darkened shade of brown. Serious. Determined.         

     



 

Oh, shit. This wasn't about flatulence. This was something way bigger.

My heart started to pound in anticipation.

Jesus. I hope this isn't bad …

"Okay … "

"I like you, Charlotte. I really like you."

"I like you too," I said simply, but my voice didn't hide how curious I  was to see where this was going. It dipped and hollowed at the end like  the sentence didn't end at too but instead ended with but.

"I think we're great together," he continued. "And I haven't been this happy in a long fucking time, if ever."

I smiled at his beautiful words and relaxed a little. So far this was going good places. "Me either."

"I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I know this isn't  the best way to bring up the conversation, but I can't beat around the  bush any longer."

Oh my God. He's got a wife in Boise. I just know it.

"I want you to meet my daughter."

My eyes widened in surprise, and hell, a little bit of relief. Boise could go fuck itself. "You want me to meet Lexi?"

"I do."

"Are you sure it's the right time?" I questioned and then added to it  through a babble. "I mean, obviously, I want to meet your daughter, but I  don't want you to feel forced in any way. I want you to be sure about  it."

"I'm sure."

I searched his gaze and found exactly what I was looking for. Trust.  Honesty. And something deeper. Something that said if there was going to  be any wife, Boise or otherwise, it was most likely going to be me.

Meeting his daughter needed to happen, and it needed to happen soon. I  hopped off the counter and stood on my tippy toes to press my lips to  his. "I'd love to meet her, Nick."

He smiled against my mouth and wrapped his arms around my body, hugging me tight to his chest. "Thank you, Char."

"For what?"

"For being you."

"Ditto, Doc," I whispered.

Without another word, our gazes locked and Nick lifted me into his arms,  wrapping my legs around his waist, and carried me to the kitchen table.  He sat me down gently before spreading my thighs.

My breath hitched when his hands turned greedy, shoving my dress to my  hips and sliding my panties to the side with wandering fingers. Riveted,  I watched as he cupped me with one hand and unzipped his pants with the  other.

"I need you," he whispered and pulled his already hard cock out of his pants. "I need to be inside of you, Charlotte."

God, yes.

I moaned at his words. At the sight of him, hard and ready and  heady-eyed. And the fact that he was already pushing my panties to the  side and sliding the tip of his shaft through my arousal.

"Now," I whimpered, and he listened, filling me up in one smooth and firm thrust.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started a delicious  rhythm-alternating between slow and steady and then wildly changing to  fast and deep.

I felt delirious as I listened to our ragged, wanton breaths while my  gaze fixated on our connection, watching him move in and out, in and  out. God, it felt so fucking good. He felt so fucking good. Us,  together, was something I never wanted to stop experiencing.

With my hands in his hair, I pulled his lips down to mine and kissed him  like my next breath depended on it, our mouths moving recklessly with  one another.

He moaned against my lips when I clenched around him.

And then we were both lost, chasing each other's pleasure with desperate, needy abandon.

"More, more, more," I urged him like a woman possessed, and his thrusts  became uninhibited, deeper, faster, harder as his cock slid in and out  of me.

"Charlotte," he groaned, and it was my name on his lips that was my undoing.

My skin heated, and goose bumps pebbled my skin at the same time as the  first waves of my orgasm rolled through me. I clenched around him hard,  over and over again, as moans spilled from my lips.

And he was right behind me, riding out his climax inside of me with  deep, heavy strokes and a guttural groan escaping from his lungs.

Never in my life had sex ever been this good. Hell, before Nick, life hadn't been this good.