Cockpit: A Second Chance Romance (42 page)

"Nico..."

He froze.

"Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head.

"Never."

Chapter Twelve

Nicholas

Every cell in my body felt like it was ready to explode as I plunged in and out of her tight virgin ass. Rosie was letting me have my way with her. Fuck, she was doing more than letting me.

She was loving it.

I forced myself to slow down. I wanted to just bury my cock in her sweet ass and never come out again. But it was her first time and I couldn't go too hard.

I pulled out and turned her over. Now her gorgeous round cheeks were in the air, held up by the pillows at the perfect height. I groaned at the sight, eager to start again. But with control.

Slow and easy...

I pressed the tip of my oiled up cock to her rosebud again. Slowly I pushed myself in. I'd never felt anything so tight and hot in my life. The fact that it was the sweet, prim and proper girl I was falling in love with made it all the more intense.

"Just relax Rosie. It's alright. That's it..."

She made a soft sound of agreement and I closed my eyes. I tried to wait. I tried to just savor the feeling of her pucker clenching around my shaft. But it was too much.

I lifted one leg and grabbed her hips. Then I went to town. I started slow but I didn't stop until I was all the way inside her. She was stretching to accommodate me, bless her heart.

My Rosie was a very talented young lady.

My
Rosie.

Mine.

I was keeping her. Fuck the rules. I was going to break them all. I didn't give a damn about her title or the contract I'd signed. I'd give the money back. It didn't matter.

All I cared about was the gorgeous girl underneath me, letting me do unspeakably filthy things to her.

Filthy things that felt clean with her somehow.

They felt right.

I groaned, my balls starting to swell. I reached down and slid my hand beneath her to find her clit. My thrusts were shorter now, more erratic. I felt her ass start to convulse around me as I brought her to another orgasm.

That's all it took to send me over the edge to oblivion.

Light filled my body as my cock pulsed deep inside her. I couldn't stop fucking her now. In the back of my mind I was hoping I wasn't hurting her. But I had lost all control.

My hands clenched on her hips as I rode her vigorously, my cock driving home again and again.

I roared like an animal as the cum poured out of me. It felt as if I hadn't come for days. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.

By far.

I forced myself to stop, slow down my wild thrusting. I held still as the last tremors shook us both. Finally, I tugged my cock free of her tight little ass. Her perfect, beautiful, amazingly fuckable ass.

I kissed her shoulders, the small of her back. Then I lifted her limp body and carried it into the bathroom. I turned on the shower with one hand, holding her up with the other.

She smiled at me shyly as the steam started to fill the room.

My heart felt like it was cracking in two from that smile.

"Let me wash you."

She nodded and I poured shower gel onto her chest. With one hand I rubbed her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples were hard in an instant. She moaned a bit as I toyed with them.

My voice was low and husky as I laughed, turning her this way and that in my hands. My hands were on her bottom as she braced herself against the wall. I took my time, letting the water sluice away my seed. I cupped her bottom and squeezed it.

"You are perfect, did you know that?"

She glanced over her shoulder at me.

"No, I'm not."

I growled and turned her around, burying my face in her shoulder.

"Yes you are. And you're far too good for me."

She grabbed my face and stared at me.

"Don't say that Nico. You're the kindest, best man I know. I love you."

I swallowed, staring down at her helplessly. I wasn't any of those things. But I would take her love anyway.

"I love you too, Rosie."

I squeezed her against me.

"I've never said that to anyone else before."

She smiled.

"Me either."

I lifted her up and carried her out of the shower. Then I tenderly dried her off and carried her to another bedroom. She looked at me, a question in her eyes.

I shrugged.

"The other one is sticky. Besides we have so many rooms to christen..."

She laughed and let me tuck her into bed.

"Thirsty?"

She nodded sleepily.

"I'll be up in a minute."

I went down stairs to get her something to drink. I heard my phone beeping from my jacket pocket and pulled it out. I knew who it was anyway.
 

A sense of dread filled my belly as I read the text.

Rebecca was eager for information on her little plan.

Progress report???

I closed my eyes. I was not going to tell her what we had just done. I wasn't going to ruin it.

Fuck it. Let her wonder.

I just risked fifty thousand dollars by skipping the chance to impregnate Lady Rosalie. I was considering telling Rebecca to stuff the rest of the money up her ass. I sighed and pecked out a text.

Nothing to report.

It took about two seconds for Rebecca to text me back.

Seriously? That's it?

I closed my eyes. I knew I had to give her something. I felt sick to my stomach when I thought about how sweetly Rosie had just told me she loved me. She was totally without subterfuge. And here I was, talking about her to her worst enemy.

An enemy she thought was her only friend.

Getting closer but haven't sealed the deal yet.
 

I waited for the response. I wanted to throw my phone across the room when I saw it.

Fine but hurry. And I want to hear every dirty little detail. Maybe you can reenact it for me ;)

I deleted the texts and poured a glass of water for Rosie. When I got back to the bedroom she was already sound asleep. I was thankful for it. She would have known something was wrong if she saw the look on my face.

Even in the dark, she would have known.

I crawled into bed beside her and pulled her into my arms.

I spent the rest of the night trying to memorize how it felt to hold the woman I loved in my arms.

Because I knew, no matter what I did, I didn't have a chance in hell of keeping her.

Rosalie

"You've never had fish and chips? You're joking right?"

Nicholas shook his head ruefully.

"I'm just an ignorant American. You're going to have to teach me your fancy English ways."

I laughed and sipped my pint. I was having the best day ever. We'd walked to the seaside from the cottage. Then we'd wandered into town and found a bustling old pub to have our lunch in.

But that wasn't how the day had started...

Nicholas seemed to have an insatiable desire to do things to my body. And with my body. And on my body. I was hard pressed to say which I liked better.

He'd brought me coffee in bed. Then he'd fed me pieces of toasted bread with marmalade. I had jokingly asked him if he preferred marmalade to honey. He'd gotten a funny look in his eye.

The next thing I knew I was on my back and he was licking marmalade from between my legs. This time though, he'd made love to me after.
 

I sighed happily. I could never get used to the delicious feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. I knew he must be experienced. Far more than me.
 

But he never made me feel green or foolish.

It was just one of the things I loved about him.

One of the many, many things.

His good looks were a small part of it. A very pleasant part. I couldn't resist the urge to stare at him whenever I got the chance. I sat back and admired him as I sipped my pint. His dark blond hair was cut short but growing in. I thought it would look very nice curling over his forehead. But I liked the way the shaved parts felt under my fingers while we were kissing... and other things.

He was reading the menu with an intense look on his face. His gorgeous blue eyes were crinkled. His face was utterly masculine, and yet beautiful at the same time. High cheekbones, a strong jaw and those lips... those soft but strong, kissable lips...

"Had a good look?"

I laughed.

"I was just wondering if you needed glasses."

He looked up at me.

"Actually, I do."

I stared at him, astonished.

"Why aren't you wearing them then?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't think I was handsome with them on."

I could not stop laughing as he pulled out a pair of simple wire rimmed spectacles and put them on. He made a great show of it, sliding them into place and staring at me intently. Then he went back to reading the menu.

He looked adorable.

"Does this mean you had no idea what I looked like up until this moment?"

He looked at me, pretending he'd never seen me before.

"Yes. You're much prettier than I thought."

Then he went back to reading. The waitress came over and he handed her the menu.

"Two fish and chips please. Hold the fish for the vegetarian"

I guffawed loudly. He was so funny. A man who could poke fun at himself was one in a million. And I had one here with me now.

I was the luckiest girl alive.

"And two more pints."

"You got it, lovie."

I handed my menu to the waitress and leaned forward, resting my chin on my palm.

"What are you looking at?"

I stopped smiling.

"You."

Nico grabbed my hand and brought it to his face.

He kissed my wrist and stared into my eyes.

"What am I going to do with you, Rosie?"

I fluttered my lashes at him.

"I don't know. You are the one with all the ideas."

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Well, I might have a few more lessons. You're such a good student."

"Oh, do I get high marks then?"

He nodded somberly.

"The highest."

Our food came and we ate, laughing like school children. I squirted lemon at him. He fed me salty chips drenched in vinegar. We drank another pint each until we were tipsy for the walk home.

It was the best day of my life.

"Do you miss America?"

He squeezed my hand.

"Not when I'm with you."

"Do you think I would fit in there?"

He stopped walking. He looked at me for a moment, Then he yanked me into his arms.

"I think you don't fit in anywhere. Because you are so special. But yes, I think people back home would love you. I know my mother will when I take you to meet her."

He kissed me as my head spun. He wanted me to meet his mother. I felt the Earth turn on its axis.

"Even my bratty sister will love you."

I raised my brows.

"A sister? I didn't know you had one."

He sighed dramatically, taking my hand again. We walked toward the cottage through the soft evening light.

"She's in college. Just joined a sorority. She's very outspoken. She's a pain in the- well, you know."

I smiled.

"But you love her."

He nodded.
 

"Of course. I've been looking out for her since we were very young. How could I stop now?"

"Was it hard? Growing up?"

He frowned and I wondered if I'd overstepped. I was about to back track, tell him to forget I asked. Then he took a deep breath and spoke.

"We didn't have a dad growing up. He left when I was really young. I don't even remember him. My mom worked three jobs just to make ends meet."

I stopped in the road, staring at him. The look in his eyes was raw when he turned around. I realized he was afraid I would judge him for his humble beginnings.

"Nico... I didn't know."

He smiled wryly.
 

"How could you?"

"Well, I'm impressed. To rise so high from such humble beginnings. And your mother sounds like a remarkable woman. You were lucky to have her."

He was frowning at me. He looked so serious it made my insides hurt. Then he grabbed me, holding my chin up.

"How did you get to be so amazing?"

"I'm not really. But you are."

He shook his head, closing his eyes. Then he drew me close and held me, not saying a word.

We stood like that for the longest time.

"It's getting dark. Let's get back."

I nodded.

"Let's go home."

Chapter Thirteen

Nicholas

I had just lied to her. I felt sick. The other lies had been lies of omission. But now I had truly lied.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

As much as I wanted to, I could never take her home to meet my family. She'd learn the truth about me. She'd learn the truth about how I ended up in her life.

And in her bed.

Our best chance was to run away. Far from Rebecca and my old life. We could do it. I was thinking of wild ideas as I pan seared some fresh veggies and kale. There was a pot of basmati rice stewing at the back of the stove. I could do this forever I realized. I could take care of her.

Cooking for her was almost as good as making her cum.

Well, almost.

"How do you do that?"

I looked at her, perched on the counter top behind me. Her long legs dangled almost to the floor. I soaked her in, the way her chin cupped on her hand. Everything about her.

Everything I knew I would miss.

"How do you make everything smell so good."

I shrugged. I knew I could cook. It came as naturally to me as fucking. Early on I'd taken an interest in the flavors of other cultures. My mother had come from South America. My father, God knows where. But Los Angeles was a melting pot in the best sense of the word. People from the entire world ended up there.

And they brought their food.

Their delicious, pungent, varied food.

I almost always tried to imitate the flavors and smells of our low income neighborhood back at home. My mother had taught me her techniques. Then, I learned more.