Until Nico
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“Well, it was nice to meet you.”
“You too.” He smiles, making my heart do a little flutter.
Nico is hotter, but Kenton has his own brand of handsome with his shaggy dark hair, tan skin, blue eyes, and scruffy jaw—a look that says if you happened to get lost in the woods with him, he would be able to build you a house with his own hands then go out and find dinner with nothing but what he could find in the forest.
“I’m sure I’ll see you around,” he says, heading to the front door.
Nico follows him, talking softly. I don’t know what he’s saying, but Kenton shakes his head before giving a chin lift as Nico closes the door behind him.
“That wasn’t very nice,” I tell him as he walks back into the kitchen.
“I told you before—I don’t need to be nice to anyone but you. Besides, he needs to get his shit straight.”
“What stuff?” I ask curiously.
“Hold that thought, baby.” He picks up his phone from the counter when it starts to ring. He looks at the screen and his eyebrows shoot together before he answers.
“Drake. What’s up, man?” he asks, his hand rubbing absently along my thigh. “Like I told your dad, there isn’t much you can do unless you can prove that shit.” He shakes his head, looking off in the distance. “Don’t do that crap; you will regret it, and it will give him the upper hand. Just do as I told you before. I got your back. Call if you need me,” he says before hanging up.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, not liking the worried look on his face.
“Yeah. Don’t worry about it.” He pulls me forward on the counter until we’re hip to hip. “You done eating? You want more coffee?”
“I’m done,” I tell him as he pulls my legs around his hips and then my arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”
“We’re going to shower.”
“Oh,” I breathe as he nips at my neck and walks us towards the bathroom.
“So, you’re telling me you lost your virginity when you were twelve?” I ask in shock.
I look at Nico, who is sitting across from me on the bed, wearing nothing but a sheet. We had a shower, and then he brought me back to bed and did some crazy things to my body that had me screaming out his name before he was even inside me—once again, without a condom. When we were done and I reminded him we hadn’t used one, he informed me that it was too late and there was nothing I could do about it. I’m not quite sure why it turns me on every time he says it, but it does.
Now, it’s after ten at night. We’re sitting in bed with a giant pepperoni pizza he ordered an hour ago for delivery between us. When it arrived, he quickly pulled on a pair of sweats, told me I better not get dressed, and left the room to answer the door, only to come back and get naked again.
“I lost my virginity at twelve. I had no clue what I was doing, but that was the first time I had sex,” he says, taking a bite of pizza.
“That’s crazy.”
“I guess.” He shrugs, taking a drink of beer.
“I always wanted to do it,” I tell him, wiping my mouth. “I’ve just been too afraid.”
“Thank God you hadn’t done it before; I don’t think I could’ve handled it if I wasn’t your first. I don’t even like thinking about anyone else looking, let alone someone touching what’s mine.”
“I don’t know.” I shrug this time. “I think it would be good to have experience. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
I hear him growl, and my head flies up from where I was looking at the pizza.
“Don’t even f**king say that shit,” he says, his eyes going hard.
“What?”
“Anything you need to know, I’ll teach you. You won’t be having sex with anyone else. The only person you need to please is me, and I’m f**king thrilled with the way you take me,” he says with a glare.
“I didn’t say I was going to go out and start ho-ing around.” I roll my eyes.
“You better not even think about what it would be like to be with someone else.”
“I’m not.” I frown, watching as he moves the pizza box from between us and sets it on the bedside table. “What are you doing?”
He pulls my paper plate from my hand, setting it on top of the pizza box. His hands go to my ankles, dragging me so I’m flat on the bed underneath him.
“What are you doing?” I repeat as his hands pull both of mine above my head.
“Going to make sure I’m the only one you think about,” he says, rolling his hips into mine, making me gasp as his head bends forward, Then he takes one of my ni**les into his mouth. I’m pretty sure every woman in the world would be thinking about him, and only him, if they knew him.
“Oh my God,” I moan, shoving my head back into the pillow.
Suddenly, the doorbell starts going off. Daisy, who was asleep on one of the pillows, jumps up and runs into the living room barking.
“Fuck,” Nico clips. “Do not f**king move.” He kisses me once before jumping off the bed and leaving the room while pulling on a pair of sweats. After about five minutes, he comes back into the room with a scowl on his face.
“Who is it?” I ask, putting on one of his T-shirts and a pair of my cut-off sweats.
“Sven. I gotta go out of town for a couple days, babe. You gonna be good here?” he asks, and I can hear the concern in his voice. I know he hates leaving me alone. I hate when he leaves for any length of time, but I know he loves his job.
“Who’s Sven?” I ask, cleaning up our mess on his nightstand.
“He’s a friend of the family who recently moved out of town to Vegas. He needs me to fly back with him.”
“Why?” I asked, confused.
“He opened a club and has been having some trouble.”
“So what are you doing to help him?” I ask, getting nervous.
I watch him as he goes to the closet to pull out his black duffle bag. He shoves some clothes inside before walking over to the dresser and pulling out a black box, putting it in the bag too.
“Why do you need that?” I ask him as he pulls his gun out from the nightstand and checks the clip.
“You know I always have my gun.”
He’s right. I know he always carries his gun, but I don’t like that he’s going to Vegas and taking a gun with him when he just told me a friend of the family has been having problems at his club.
“You too.” He smiles, making my heart do a little flutter.
Nico is hotter, but Kenton has his own brand of handsome with his shaggy dark hair, tan skin, blue eyes, and scruffy jaw—a look that says if you happened to get lost in the woods with him, he would be able to build you a house with his own hands then go out and find dinner with nothing but what he could find in the forest.
“I’m sure I’ll see you around,” he says, heading to the front door.
Nico follows him, talking softly. I don’t know what he’s saying, but Kenton shakes his head before giving a chin lift as Nico closes the door behind him.
“That wasn’t very nice,” I tell him as he walks back into the kitchen.
“I told you before—I don’t need to be nice to anyone but you. Besides, he needs to get his shit straight.”
“What stuff?” I ask curiously.
“Hold that thought, baby.” He picks up his phone from the counter when it starts to ring. He looks at the screen and his eyebrows shoot together before he answers.
“Drake. What’s up, man?” he asks, his hand rubbing absently along my thigh. “Like I told your dad, there isn’t much you can do unless you can prove that shit.” He shakes his head, looking off in the distance. “Don’t do that crap; you will regret it, and it will give him the upper hand. Just do as I told you before. I got your back. Call if you need me,” he says before hanging up.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, not liking the worried look on his face.
“Yeah. Don’t worry about it.” He pulls me forward on the counter until we’re hip to hip. “You done eating? You want more coffee?”
“I’m done,” I tell him as he pulls my legs around his hips and then my arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”
“We’re going to shower.”
“Oh,” I breathe as he nips at my neck and walks us towards the bathroom.
“So, you’re telling me you lost your virginity when you were twelve?” I ask in shock.
I look at Nico, who is sitting across from me on the bed, wearing nothing but a sheet. We had a shower, and then he brought me back to bed and did some crazy things to my body that had me screaming out his name before he was even inside me—once again, without a condom. When we were done and I reminded him we hadn’t used one, he informed me that it was too late and there was nothing I could do about it. I’m not quite sure why it turns me on every time he says it, but it does.
Now, it’s after ten at night. We’re sitting in bed with a giant pepperoni pizza he ordered an hour ago for delivery between us. When it arrived, he quickly pulled on a pair of sweats, told me I better not get dressed, and left the room to answer the door, only to come back and get naked again.
“I lost my virginity at twelve. I had no clue what I was doing, but that was the first time I had sex,” he says, taking a bite of pizza.
“That’s crazy.”
“I guess.” He shrugs, taking a drink of beer.
“I always wanted to do it,” I tell him, wiping my mouth. “I’ve just been too afraid.”
“Thank God you hadn’t done it before; I don’t think I could’ve handled it if I wasn’t your first. I don’t even like thinking about anyone else looking, let alone someone touching what’s mine.”
“I don’t know.” I shrug this time. “I think it would be good to have experience. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
I hear him growl, and my head flies up from where I was looking at the pizza.
“Don’t even f**king say that shit,” he says, his eyes going hard.
“What?”
“Anything you need to know, I’ll teach you. You won’t be having sex with anyone else. The only person you need to please is me, and I’m f**king thrilled with the way you take me,” he says with a glare.
“I didn’t say I was going to go out and start ho-ing around.” I roll my eyes.
“You better not even think about what it would be like to be with someone else.”
“I’m not.” I frown, watching as he moves the pizza box from between us and sets it on the bedside table. “What are you doing?”
He pulls my paper plate from my hand, setting it on top of the pizza box. His hands go to my ankles, dragging me so I’m flat on the bed underneath him.
“What are you doing?” I repeat as his hands pull both of mine above my head.
“Going to make sure I’m the only one you think about,” he says, rolling his hips into mine, making me gasp as his head bends forward, Then he takes one of my ni**les into his mouth. I’m pretty sure every woman in the world would be thinking about him, and only him, if they knew him.
“Oh my God,” I moan, shoving my head back into the pillow.
Suddenly, the doorbell starts going off. Daisy, who was asleep on one of the pillows, jumps up and runs into the living room barking.
“Fuck,” Nico clips. “Do not f**king move.” He kisses me once before jumping off the bed and leaving the room while pulling on a pair of sweats. After about five minutes, he comes back into the room with a scowl on his face.
“Who is it?” I ask, putting on one of his T-shirts and a pair of my cut-off sweats.
“Sven. I gotta go out of town for a couple days, babe. You gonna be good here?” he asks, and I can hear the concern in his voice. I know he hates leaving me alone. I hate when he leaves for any length of time, but I know he loves his job.
“Who’s Sven?” I ask, cleaning up our mess on his nightstand.
“He’s a friend of the family who recently moved out of town to Vegas. He needs me to fly back with him.”
“Why?” I asked, confused.
“He opened a club and has been having some trouble.”
“So what are you doing to help him?” I ask, getting nervous.
I watch him as he goes to the closet to pull out his black duffle bag. He shoves some clothes inside before walking over to the dresser and pulling out a black box, putting it in the bag too.
“Why do you need that?” I ask him as he pulls his gun out from the nightstand and checks the clip.
“You know I always have my gun.”
He’s right. I know he always carries his gun, but I don’t like that he’s going to Vegas and taking a gun with him when he just told me a friend of the family has been having problems at his club.
