Until Series(296)

“Jesus, baby.” My eyes open at the sound of his rough voice; I look down to see his eyes darken, his bottom lip between his teeth, and his muscles flexing. His hips start lifting up to meet mine. “Shit.” His thumb goes to my clit, sending me over the edge. I fall forward, my breathing erratic. I can feel him pulsing inside me, and I remember that we didn’t use a condom again.

“We didn’t use a condom,” I say, panting.

“Good,” he says, running his hand down my back.

“You can’t be serious,” I groan, rubbing my face against his chest.

“Deadly.” He holds me tighter. “You’re stuck with me.” I lift my head to look into his eyes. “I’m going to get you pregnant within the next couple of months. Hell, you could be pregnant right now.”

“You can’t just plan that. And I’m not pregnant.” I roll my eyes.

“Just did, and you never know. You could be carrying my son right now,” he mumbles against my mouth before kissing me again.

I know this isn’t normal, but it feels right. The image of a sweet baby boy goes through my head, and I can imagine Nico and his hard exterior being so gentle and sweet with a tiny baby. Knowing how he is with Daisy only makes me want to see the vision come to life. I pull my mouth away from his and lay my head against his chest. I must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, the doorbell is going off, causing me to jump.

“Someone’s at the door,” I mumble sleepily.

“I know. Let me up, baby,” Nico says, rolling us to the side.

I feel him slide out and can’t believe I slept with him inside me. Pulling the covers up over my shoulder, I watch as he goes to the dresser, pulls out a pair of sweats, and puts them on before leaving the room. Daisy makes her way out of the covers, scaring me half to death before she jumps off the bed to follow Nico. I roll to my back and lie there for a second. Then I remember that Nico left the room without a shirt and wonder if it’s Deb stopping by. Since I’ve been seeing Nico, that woman has stopped by at least three times under the ruse of needing something. I know that Nico isn’t interested in her, but for me, I can’t help but feel a little territorial where he’s concerned.

I get out of bed, find a shirt for him, and pull another one on over my head. It’s so long that it hits me just above my knees, so I figure I’m covered enough. I walk into the living room and see Nico in the kitchen with his hip against the counter and a cup of coffee in his hand. Another guy is there with him; his back is to me, but he’s big—even a little bigger than Nico. I pause where the hardwood floors start when Nico’s head turns my way and our eyes lock. I feel nervous seeing this other guy in the kitchen, and not knowing who he is makes my hands begin to sweat and the need to run take over.

“Come here, Sophie,” Nico says, his eyes watching me closely.

I swallow hard, trying to fight my own fears, trusting Nico to take care of me. The guy in the kitchen has turned his head and is now watching me, and I tug at the bottom of Nico’s shirt I put on.

“Sophie,” Nico repeats, and I look at him and see that he has stepped away from the counter. “This is my cousin, Kenton. Remember you saw him with me when the guy was trying to break into your house?”

His cousin. This guy is part of his family. I take a breath then let it out. “Yeah, hi. Nice to meet you,” I say, smiling shyly at him as I wipe my sweaty palms off on the shirt.

His eyes look me over then go soft. “You too, doll,” he says gently.

What is with these big scary guys and their gentle souls? I wonder.

“You want some coffee, babe?” Nico asks.

My eyes go to him and I nod. “Yes, please. I’ll be right back,” I say, walking quickly back to the room; I need to put some pants on. I already feel uncomfortable being around people, and being half dressed won’t work in my favor.

When I get back to the kitchen, Nico has a cup of coffee and toast with honey waiting for me. I hand him a shirt, and he smiles, kissing my forehead before setting the shirt on the counter. Suddenly, he lifts me at my waist and sets me on the counter near the corner so that he is between me and Kenton. I’m not sure if he knows what he’s doing, but I suspect he does it on purpose, and I want to cry with relief that he gets it.

“So, what are you guys doing this weekend?” Kenton asks, looking between the two of us.

I know what I want to do—I want to go back to bed and maybe have a good look at that piercing. I feel my cheeks heat up when I think about the way I felt when he was inside me, how alive my body felt when he made me orgasm with it, and how I really wanted another couple million of them.