We ride in silence a little longer until Nick turns off, heading in the direction of his house. I only live about three miles from him. “Why aren’t we going to my house?” I ask.
“Trust me; it’s best to go to mine.” He doesn’t clarify, and there is no calmness in his voice. He looks like he could snap at any moment. I guess his sister just doesn't want me to see this side of him. I can understand, but really, if I’m dating the guy, then I need to see every side of him.
“But the dogs are at my house,” I remind him.
“I know they are and I fed them this morning. They will fucking live through the night.” He is getting irritated at me. I haven’t done shit to him and he’s getting irritated at me.
Just great.
His dad pisses him off and he takes it out on me. I don’t think so. I cross my arms over my chest, but remain silent for the remainder of the ride.
He pulls into his driveway and stops abruptly. Exiting the car, he slams the door and heads for his house. He doesn’t wait for me, but I follow a few paces back. He flings the door open and it hits the wall. Yeah, I’m sure that made a mark in the wall.
Walking into the kitchen, I see he is pouring a glass of amber liquid. He tosses it back in one gulp and pours another. He repeats until he refills his seventh glass. Wow. Really? This is how he’s going to handle things?
I stand in the entryway watching him. He stands at the granite island with his palms cupping the edge, staring out the window to the backyard. I don’t think he is looking at anything in particular. He looks lost in thought. He continues until he has finished off number seven. When he sits it back on the counter, he turns his head and stares at me.
That lost look turns to heat and lust. His eyes are a darker shade of blue than the normal flames I love so much. They are sinister, but not in a scary way. It’s like he has his eyes on a prize and will stop at nothing to possess it. I’m pretty sure that prize is currently me. I know exactly what those eyes are telling me and it’s almost a welcome. I know Nick can take my mind off the last few painful hours. I don’t want to think about the past and I certainly don’t want to think about his father. I want him to take my thoughts away, or at least redirect them.
He pushes himself off the counter and walks up in front of me. He’s looking down at me, staring into my eyes. I’m of course looking up at him. Grabbing me by the waist, he backs me up against a wall. He’s so close I can smell the alcohol on his breath.
Without moving his hand from my waist, he starts yanking my white silk button-up shirt out from my skirt. He moves both hands up to the top of my shirt and rips it open. He looks like a hungry wolf about to take his prey apart.
After he pushes the shirt off my shoulders, I move my hands to hold onto his hips. I won’t lie. This is fucking hot right now. I know in the back of my mind I should stop this. He isn’t in the right state of mind, and could take things too far. My mind needs to shut the hell up and enjoy the ride, because my vagina has other plans. She wants every bit of what this man is about to give her.
I go to lift his shirt off and he stops my hands. He shakes his head in a “no” gesture and I drop my hands to my sides. He runs his right hand up my bare skin until he reaches my hair. He grabs a handful and fists it in his hand, yanking forcefully, pulling my head back slightly. With his other hand, he runs it up my lower back until he reaches my bra. He unclasps it and pulls it from my arms, throwing it to the floor. He brings his free hand to my hip and presses himself into me. I feel how hard he is, but he doesn’t rush things.
He’s cupping my hip hard and I’ll probably have a bruise tomorrow, but the way this girl is pooling with moisture down below, frankly, I don’t care right now. He pulls my head, smashing his lips into mine. He’s seeking entrance, and I part my lips, letting him devour my mouth.
Releasing my hair, he runs his hand down my body until he reaches the hem of my skirt. Grabbing the bottom, be pushes it up until it’s bunched around my waist. He leaves it there, and with both hands, moves to my panties where he rips them off in a matter of a few seconds. He parts my legs and enters me with two fingers. I release his bottom lip I had been softly biting and gasp.
“I like how wet you get for me, Shannon. Has anyone else ever made you feel the way I do?” he asks.
I can only shake my head from left to right. He removes his fingers and brings them to my mouth. “Taste how hot I make you,” he says, while pushing his fingers into my mouth. I suck them dry. With hooded eyes and a sinister grin, he could be a demon and I’d do anything he told me to right now. Consequences be damned. I want him as badly as he wants me. No one has ever made me feel the way he does. Safe. Wanted. Good. Bad. Beautiful. Sinful. Content…Whole.