Checking It Twice

chapter Nine


Thirty minutes into their lunch, Jana was still baffled by Nick’s cryptic statement. It didn’t help that the damnable man refused to fill her in on what he meant. Tossing her crumpled napkin on her plate, she frowned at him while he reached for the bill the waitress had brought. “Okay, what gives?”

His focus remained on his wallet while he fished out a twenty and several singles. “Hmm?”

“Why the mysterious silence?” She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes. “You’re up to something.”

“Sweetness, I’m always up to something.” His smile suitably evil, Nick tucked the dollar bills near his glass before lifting from his seat. After he pulled on his coat, he walked to her side of the table and helped her into hers. He lightly grazed her nape, making her shiver as he gently tugged the few strands of hair that’d managed to get caught beneath the collar of her leather trench. Trailing his fingers to the front of her neck, he caressed her lingeringly before tucking her scarf in place. Still moving with his methodical, maddeningly slow motions, he reached for her belt and cinched it. “You really do need a better coat than this.”

“I’ll be fine.” If anything, she was roasting. “Thank you for the lunch.”

“My pleasure.” His hand brushed hers, fingertips swirling along the hill of her palm, stirring up tingles throughout her body. “Any plans for the rest of the day?” There was no mistaking the invitation in his husky voice.

She moistened her lips, a fierce brew of desire and nervousness making her shaky. Unless she was mistaken, Nick had decided to revoke the non-ravishment clause in their relationship. She wasn’t sure what part of their conversation motivated his change of heart, but she wasn’t about to let the opportunity for some skin-on-skin time with him pass her by. “N-not really. Was there something you wanted to do?”

His thumb rubbed the inside of her wrist. “A few possibilities have popped into my mind.”

She hoped to freakin’ God those possibilities involved lots of sweaty sex. And maybe some whipped cream and handcuffs. “Then consider me all yours.”

His expression turning smoky, Nick cupped her elbow and escorted her to the checkout. After taking care of their tab, he laced their fingers together and led the way outside. Wispy flurries of snow scurried along the sidewalk, dusting her and Nick’s shoes. He released her arm and dug in his pockets for his keys. “I’m not parked far from here. If you’d like, you can come with me, and I’ll bring you back to your car later.”

Come with him. Oh yeah, she could definitely get on board with that. Stifling a moan, she nodded and hurried with him to the section of public parking where he’d left his vehicle. Once she was situated in the passenger seat and thawing her numb fingers with the blissful heat blasting through the dashboard vent, she slid a glance toward Nick and became fixated by the shadow of beard bristling his strong jaw. Her nipples tightened in anticipation of receiving the intimate rasp of that sexy scruff.

“If you continue eye-f*cking me, we won’t make it out of this parking spot.”

“I’m pathetically obvious, aren’t I?” Exhaling a heavy sigh, she loosened her trench and settled in more comfortably.

“Trust me, I’m not complaining. But that backseat is too small for what I have in mind.”

She licked her lips. “And that would be…?”

“Anticipation is half the fun, sweetness.”

“God, you’re such a tease.”

“You haven’t seen me at my best.” Shifting into drive, Nick headed toward the exit. His right hand abandoned the wheel and settled on her upper thigh, tormentingly close to her p-ssy. He stroked the inner seam of her jeans. “Slide down your zipper.”

His soft, unexpected demand tripped along her nerve endings, igniting a sizzling spark. The muscles deep in her core clenched. Smothering her whimper, she complied with his request.

“Take off your pants.”

She shot him a startled look. “All the way?”

“Yes. Your seat heater is on, you won’t get cold.”

Like that’d even been an option with the way she was burning up. Wiggling, she rucked her waistband over her hips before she shimmied her legs free. Luckily the denim wasn’t so tight that it couldn’t fit past her boots without removing them too. Pulse drumming, she reclined into her seat.

Nick’s hot gaze swept the triangle of blonde curls topping her mound before drifting to her rumpled jeans next to her feet. “No underwear?”

“I hate wearing them. I know it’s weird, considering I own a lingerie shop.”

His hand resumed its place on her thigh. She was excruciatingly aware of the scant inches separating him from her p-ssy, and the knowledge prodded her * to tingle. Breath quickening, she widened her stance slightly, a decadent thrill unfurling as she waited for Nick to take her up on the unspoken invitation.

He didn’t, the tormenting bastard. “Does it turn you on, having your bare p-ssy rubbing against the seam of your jeans?”

“Sometimes. But it feels even better when it’s fingers rubbing me instead.” If he didn’t catch that unsubtle hint, she’d clobber him.

“Care to make a demonstration?”

“Be my guest.”

His lips twitched. “Ladies first. I insist.”

“How chivalrous of you.” Snorting, she spread her legs just enough that the warm air circulating from the vent stirred her pubic hair and ghosted along her labia. The sensations brought a continent of goose bumps along her flesh.

The pads of Nick’s fingers swept tiny circles on her skin. “Play with your p-ssy, sweetness. Show me how you touched yourself during your phone sex with Kev.”

The reminder of her time in the bathtub and the earth-shattering climax Kevin’s voice brought her to tossed more kindling to the fire enflaming her. Closing her eyes, she slid her hand between her legs and along her drenched slit. With a barely there swirl of her fingertip, she stroked her *, the contact shooting an electrical current of pleasure through every nerve. Her back arched. “Oh God.”

“Mm, good girl. Give that pretty little * the lovin’ it needs.”

Nick’s whiskey-soaked voice acted as an additional caress along her quivering skin. She swiveled her hips, increasing her tempo and friction. A lush wantonness ignited, spurred further by the slick sounds of her arousal filling the air. A part of her couldn’t believe she was masturbating for Nick while traffic whizzed by in the neighboring lanes. An even bigger part of her was turned on like crazy over the fact.

“You like being watched, don’t you? The notion of others seeing you immersed in pleasure, riding that sexual high, it’s intoxicating to you.”

Was it? It’d certainly explain her rush of exhilaration. “I—I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. I’m an exhibitionist, Jana. I recognize the signs. It excited you that Kev fantasized about watching us together. And you know what? I’m hard as a damn nail right now thinking about that too—f*cking you in front of him. Eating you out and making you come while he’s devouring you with his eyes.”

Spellbound by Nick’s raspy words, she twisted on the seat, her body feverish.

“Is that what you want, Jana?”

“Y-yes.” Her teeth chattered despite the blistering temperature blanketing her.

Nick’s hand was suddenly between her legs, two of his fingers dipping deep into her p-ssy. A hungry growl broke from him. “So f*cking wet. Keep strumming that *, baby.”

She rubbed harder, faster, the approaching orgasm looming like a tidal wave as Nick’s fingers plunged in an enticing rhythm. Her body rocked and undulated, greedily seeking more of the decadent pleasure cresting into a shimmering peak. The car slowed, and she jerked her eyes open just as Nick braked to a stop at the valet stand.

He made no attempt to remove his hand and instead offered her a wicked smile. “Hmm, wonder who will come first, the valet attendant or you.”

“Nick.” Equal parts panic and excitement slammed into her the same instant the implosive orgasm did. She bucked against his questing fingers, shuddering, p-ssy spasming hard as explosions of brilliant light and color sparkled in her vision.

“Guess you win, baby. Unfortunate for the valet kid. Getting to see you climax would have been his best tip of the day.” Chuckling, Nick slipped his hand free and rearranged her trench coat before belting it securely. “I’d say that dispels any notion that you might not be an exhibitionist.”

She shook her head, adrenaline still a heady rush pounding through her system. “How could I have not known this about myself?”

“You probably did subconsciously without ever acknowledging it.” He stalled her when she started to reach for her jeans. “Leave those.”

“You expect me to walk practically buck-ass naked through the hotel lobby?”

“Yeah, it’s f*cking hot.”

Okay, she couldn’t argue with him on that point. Especially when he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean with a sexy grin. He gave her a wink. “Just an appetizer before the main meal.”

She moaned at the sinful promise. Turning her head, she noticed the valet attendant’s approach. He opened the door for her with a cheerful greeting, and she snugged her trench coat tighter around her waist as she carefully climbed out of the Audi. She had to give the kid credit for keeping his response to her bare legs and discarded jeans limited to a double blink.

The stroll through the first floor of the hotel was indeed hilariously awkward and breathlessly arousing. The hot, sidelong glances Nick gifted her with only increased the exhilaration and made her p-ssy infinitely wetter. By the time they stepped into the elevator, her upper thighs were coated with her juices.

As soon as the conveyance’s doors slid shut, Nick backed her against the mirrored wall. “How much you wanna bet there’s a camera in here?”

Her pulse danced a mambo, both at the nearness of his mouth and the glint in his eye. “You think?”

“Yeah. Know what else I think?”

She swallowed. “What?”

“Whoever’s on the other side of that camera would love to see me kiss you.”

Focus still locked on his scrumptious lips, she inched forward. Wickedness flashed across his gorgeous features. “Not where I was intending to kiss you, sweetness.”

A fluttery moan tore from her as he hunkered to his knees and pushed aside her coat. The next second his tongue plowed through the wetness glazing her labia. He closed his entire mouth around her p-ssy, eating her with deep, rhythmic pulls before tasting her *. He teased the sopping nubbin with lazy flicks and laps of his tongue, making her knees wobble. Trembling, she gripped the back of his head, holding on for dear life.

Sooner than she would have liked, the elevator chime pinged, announcing that they’d arrived on Nick’s floor. Slipping his tongue from her p-ssy, he rearranged her trench coat and straightened as the doors slid open. Twining their fingers together, he led the way to his room. The second they stepped inside, he pulled her into his arms and devoured her mouth. Their tongues tangled, teeth scraping swollen lips.

“Jana. Sweet God. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Cursing beneath his breath, Nick fumbled with her coat while she struggled to get him out of his. Both garments fell to the floor, and he stripped her from her sweater and bra before molding her breasts between his palms, his thumb caressing one straining nipple while his eager mouth closed around the other. Luscious, sucking pulls of his lips, teeth and tongue alternated with the teasing scrape of his beard bristles as he brushed his jaw along her sensitive skin. Much as she loved his oral ravishment, she was desperate to get him naked. To feel that firm, muscular body skin to skin with hers.

She wiggled, breaking free of his hold just enough to work the buttons open on his tailored dress shirt. Mouth dry, she watched the slow reveal of his sleek, muscled chest and shoulders. Shoving the starched fabric of his shirt aside, she scored her nails along his ridged abdominals, watching them ripple as she followed the silky happy trail south. He kicked off his shoes and socks while she unbuckled his belt. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of his trousers and briefs, she tugged both items down his legs and kneeled in front of him, her attention riveted on his cock. Its plump, rosy head was more than a scrumptious mouthful.

As if Nick had read her thoughts, his fist encircled his shaft.

She licked her lips. “Is that for me?”

“Every last inch, sweetness.”

She stared at the rigid central vein running along the underside, already anticipating its texture beneath her tongue. Salivating, she leaned forward and licked the drop of fluid weeping from the slit, spreading his precome around before taking him more fully. Her lips closed around the flanged crown, stretching to accommodate his girth. Bobbing her head, she took him deeper, relishing his groan when the taut, velvety gland bumped the grooved curvature along the roof of her mouth.

Gathering her hair in his hands, Nick slowly f*cked her mouth, a moan drifting from him every time her tongue swept the underside of his cock head. “So good. Suck me just like that.”

She took him deep one last time, her throat muscles working him as she cupped his balls, rolling them lightly, before she slid her mouth free and ducked and swirled her tongue along his sac. Unable to resist, she squeezed his ass, making his tightened glute flex. Growling, he stooped and swept her into his arms. She expected him to carry her to the bed. Instead, he strode to the opposite side of the room and opened the drapes, revealing a floor-to-ceiling window. He set her on her feet, facing her to the glass.

Excitement ratcheting her pulse, she waited to see what he was going to do next. His beard rasped against her shoulder blade, followed by the wet glide of his tongue. With lazy dips and twirls, he snaked a path down her spine. Kissing the dimples near her tailbone, he massaged her buttocks, his big hands kneading and stroking. “You’ve got a beautiful ass.”

“I should probably hit the gym more than I do.”

“No, I like a woman with a little meat. Gives me something I can sink my teeth into.” He backed up his statement by biting her left butt cheek before coaxing her legs wider. A second later, his warm breath puffed over her slit. Holding the hood of her * back with his thumb, he lapped at the small pearl, quickly whipping her arousal into a raging froth. Panting, she flattened her palms on the window. It was then that she noticed the office building across the way. One of the glass-fronted suites looked directly into Nick’s room. She could make out a bunch of men in business suits sitting around a long, rectangular table.

“N-Nick. Those men might end up seeing us.”

His tongue slicked softly over her *. “Why do you think I opened the curtains?”

“You knew they were there?”

“I’d be a lousy excuse for an exhibitionist if I didn’t scout the best location for performance venues.”

“And here I thought I was twisted.” Her laugh morphed into a gasp when Nick leisurely worked his way up along her perineum and swirled his tongue over her a*shole. She’d never experienced oral attention there, but it definitely felt nice. No, more like freakin’ amazing. “Nick. God.”

“Does it excite you, baby, the possibility those men could glance this way and see what a naughty girl you are letting me lick your sweet little ass?”

Excitement didn’t begin to describe what she was feeling. Her limbs shook and she couldn’t even get her brain to function enough to formulate a response. Fortunately Nick didn’t seem to require one, and instead he straightened and palmed her waist, his fingers a devilish graze along her hipbone. Nuzzling her neck, he slid an open-mouthed kiss across her flushed skin, his ragged breaths hinting that he was zip-lining the sexual high right along with her. “Stay here.”

Nothing would have budged her feet at that second.

The sound of a drawer opening preceded the recognizable rip of a condom wrapper. Her already soaked p-ssy flooded with more moisture. The carpet crunched beneath Nick’s feet, and the next instant his body heat blanketed her from behind.

His lips tracing the sensitive shell of her ear, he rubbed his latex-covered shaft along her slit. “Imagine if one of those men were Kev. Do you have any idea how f*cking hot it’d get him, watching me take you against this window?” Nick’s cockhead nudged at her entrance before easing inside a fraction.

She shuddered, both at his leisurely penetration and wicked words. Across the way, the businessmen continued their meeting, oblivious of the show she and Nick provided. One of the suits even bore a resemblance to Kevin, making it that much easier for her to fall under the hypnotic spell of the fantasy Nick wove.

“Make it good for Kev, sweetness. Tease him out of his head with your luscious body. Get his cock hard and aching to blow, until he has no choice but to stroke it.”

A hedonistic rush sweeping her, she undulated on Nick’s cock, his thick girth stretching her in excruciatingly slow increments. He matched her tempo, pumping in a mind-blowing, slower than molasses glide—a rigid, delicious fullness plunging deep, nearly to her cervix. “Mmm. You’re like hot, wet silk, sweetness. Kev won’t be the only one struggling not to blow.”

She shivered, suddenly desperate to feel the pulse and heat of Nick coming inside her. Moaning, she tensed her inner muscles, earning a nip of his teeth in the crook of her neck. His palm spanned her waist, coasted downward to cup her mound. Two assertive brushstrokes of his thumb over her * and her channel rippled and clenched.

“Feels f*cking good, baby. Keep squeezing me tight.” Retreating, he realigned his thrusting point and hammered her G-spot. She gasped and pressed into the cold windowpane, its icy kiss contracting her nipples.

Nick’s mouth charted the slope of her neck, his hips rocking into hers, pinning her firmly to the glass. She was suspended on the peak, every cell in her body hurtling toward the dazzling orgasm hovering on the horizon.

“You know what Kev wants to see, baby. Give it to him. Come all over my cock. Now.”

Nick’s whispered command detonated the fuse on her climax. The riptide of pleasure thundered through her, springing a strangled cry from her mouth, and she bowed in Nick’s arms. Fierce spasms shaking her, she writhed against the window, desperately trying to suck in gulps of air. Nick pumped faster, deeper, stringing out the ceaseless quakes, before lodging to the hilt one last time and coming with his own racking shudder and groan.

For several moments all they could do was lean weakly on each other. Finally Nick wrapped his arms around her and slumped with her onto the carpet. Spooning her, he combed his fingers through her hair, the rapid thudding of his heart drumming against her shoulder. A warm, comforting afterglow cocooning her, she eyed the snowflakes beginning to pirouette outside in a glittery ballet. The businessmen lifted from their seats, their meeting apparently wrapped up. None of them glanced toward the window.

So much for their rapt audience. She smothered a chuckle.

Nick leaned up onto his elbow and kissed her cheek tenderly. “Do you wish it had been real?”

She didn’t need him to elaborate to know he referred to the fantasy of Kevin watching them. There was no judgment in his voice, no jealousy that another man had shared the spotlight with him, even if only in her mind. That somehow made it easier for her to admit the truth. “Yes.”

“I want to make it real for you, Jana.”

Frowning, she wiggled onto her back and peered at him. “What do you mean?”

“You and Kev are meant to be together.”

Her heart cramped at the realization that Nick hadn’t included himself in the equation. Yeah, it’d probably been stupid on her part to think this had been anything more than sex to him.

Nick’s prior observation chose that moment to barge into her brain. The danger in threesomes is that emotions can get sticky. Especially when someone falls for the wrong person.

In her case, she’d fallen for Kevin and Nick. To the depths of her soul, she believed they were both right for her.

Which would only make it hurt all the more if she couldn’t have either of them.