Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (177 page)

  
Ty
thrusted into me harder and faster, his hot, hard cock sliding along my inner
walls, and somehow, every third or fourth thrust brought the tip of his
erection up against my g-spot, sending a white-hot jolt of pleasure through my
body. I felt myself getting hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter, more and more
turned on by the moment.

  
Ty
reached around the curve of my hip, and his fingers slipped along my labia even
as he continued to pound into me from behind. I cried out in pleasure as he
started to stroke and rub my clit in counterpoint to his thrusts. He kissed
along the nape of my neck, down between my shoulders, and we both moved as fast
as we possibly could. All at once, the tension deep down between my hips
snapped, and wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. I cried out over
and over again as I came, barely even aware of Ty’s body tensing against mine,
of the feeling of his cock twitching inside of my body. I lost all track of
time for a little while—I don’t know how long—and finally we both sagged
against the bed, panting and gasping for breath.

  
All
at once, I came back to myself. “Shit! What time is it?” I felt Ty slide out of
me, felt his weight lift off of my body in a quick movement.

  
“Nine
forty-five,” he said, sighing in satisfaction. “How do you feel?” For a moment
I was confused—and then I remembered that we’d had our quickie as a way to help
my nerves. I laughed, almost collapsing against the bed once more.

  
“Better,”
I told him when I could breathe again. “Shit, I need to get across campus. So
do you.”

  
“Pull
your clothes on,” Ty suggested, giving the spot right in between my shoulder
blades a quick kiss. “I’ll walk you to your classroom.”

  
I
smiled, taking a deep breath to gather my strength. My legs and arms felt like
my bones had turned to jelly, but I was definitely more relaxed, and definitely
in a much better mood. Whether I was going to do any better on the exam than I
would have otherwise was a different matter, but I at least wasn’t consumed
with anxiety anymore.

Chapter
Four

  
“You
don’t have to do this, you know,” I told Nicole as we walked out of her dorm building
and toward my car.

  
“You’re
acting like you’re taking me to go sacrifice myself,” she said, smiling
slightly. “I’m meeting your parents, not a firing squad.” I gave her a weak
smile in return.

  
“I
just know you’ve been stressed out by finals,” I told her, brushing my sweaty
palms against my jeans once more. “If you were too tired, or needed to pack
your stuff before break…” Nicole stopped in her tracks and turned to face me.

  
“Do
you want me to meet your parents?” Her big, dark eyes stared up into mine. “If
you don’t want me to, then you can just say so.”

  
“I
want you to meet them,” I told her quickly. “I just don’t want you to feel like
you have to meet them if you don’t want to.” Nicole took a quick breath and
licked her lips.

  
“You’re
nervous,” she said. After a moment she started to smile. “That’s kind of cute,
actually.”

  
“Cute?”
I raised an eyebrow.

  
“Yeah,”
Nicole replied, her grin broadening. “It’s cute. Normally I’m the one who’s
nervous.”

  
“You’re
not nervous?” Nicole shrugged.

  
“Either
your parents will like me, or they won’t,” she said. “And if they don’t like
me, either you’ll stay with me in spite of it, or you won’t.” For a moment,
something that looked a lot like doubt flashed through her eyes. “I’m going to
be as charming as possible, but if it all goes wrong, there’s not much I can do
about it, right?” I chuckled.

  
“I’m
glad you’re so calm about this,” I told her. I took her hand in mine and we
continued toward my car in the student parking lot. I reminded myself that the
few women in my life that my parents had objected to—including Kelsey—they’d
had good reasons for not liking.

  
I
couldn’t imagine anyone not liking Nicole. It helped too that she was dressed
to the nines; when I’d gone up to meet her at her dorm she was putting the finishing
touches on her makeup. Somehow she managed to look absolutely natural and
completely unreal at the same time. The dress she’d chosen to wear was made out
of some kind of sweater material, and went down to almost her knees, with a
V-neck. It clung to her curves without looking sexual, which was just perfect.

  
Under
it she was wearing tights that looked like they were made of some kind of
sweater material too—along with a nice pair of boots that came up to her
ankles. Her dark hair had a little bit of a curl to it, without looking
overdone. “Did I mention you look perfect?” Nicole looked up at me and blushed,
grinning.

  
“I
probably shouldn’t admit this but this is probably the eighth outfit I tried
on,” she said. “I wanted to look nice and sweet and all that.”

  
“You
succeeded,” I told her, giving her hand a squeeze. We stopped at my car and I
gave her a quick kiss on the lips before I opened the passenger side door for
her. “My parents are going to love you.”

  
“Who
are you trying to convince?” Nicole slid in and grinned up at me. I shrugged
and shook my head, hurrying to the driver’s side of the car.

  
It
took us about forty-five minutes to get to the restaurant my parents had
arranged to meet us at, and I felt myself getting more and more nervous as we
got closer and closer. It wasn’t that I really thought that my parents wouldn’t
like Nicole; it was more that I just didn’t know what would happen between
them. They had hated Kelsey from the first time they’d met her—and they’d been
right, even though at the time I hadn’t been able to see it.

  
My
mom and dad were waiting outside of the restaurant, a mid-range steak house
that they’d taken me to on a few other occasions—when I’d been in soccer and
won a game, or something like that. “That’s them,” I told Nicole in a low voice
as we walked up from our parking spot. She gave my hand a quick, reassuring
squeeze.

  
“Ty!
Good to see you, son,” my dad said as we stepped up to the entrance where he
and my mom waited. I let go of Nicki’s hand and gave first my dad and then my
mom a quick hug.

  
“Mom,
Dad,” I said, taking a quick, deep breath. “This is Nicole. Nicole, this is my
mom and dad.”

  
“You
can call me Sylvia,” Mom said, extending her hand to shake Nicole’s. I almost
held my breath, waiting for the reaction.

  
“It’s
a real pleasure to meet you, Sylvia,” Nicole said, shaking my mom’s hand and
smiling. “Ty’s told me a lot about you.” My mom smiled, glancing at me for just
a moment. Nicole turned to my father.

  
“You
can call me Tyler,” my dad said, offering his own hand. Nicole shook it a
little more firmly, and I saw the respect in my dad’s eyes.

  
“It’s
good to meet you as well, Tyler,” Nicole told him. “I understand you’re the
reason Ty got into the idea of becoming an accountant in the first place.” Dad
beamed.

  
“I’m
just proud my son wants to follow in my footsteps,” Dad said, shrugging.

  
“Let’s
head inside; I think they have our table ready for us,” Mom suggested. I took
Nicole’s hand in mine and followed my parents in, already starting to feel more
relaxed. The restaurant did have the table ready, and I thought—at the last
moment, beyond the point when I could have actually warned Nicole—about the
fact that I hadn’t coached her at all about what to order or how to order.

  
Somehow—I
was too relieved to remember to ask about it later—Nicole hit exactly the right
note with her order. My parents chatted while we waited for the waitress to
come to our table, asking if Nicole wanted some wine, pointing out some of the
more expensive items on the menu, mentioning some of their favorites.

  
“I
wish I could have some wine,” Nicole said, smiling ruefully, “but I’m underage.
I’d hate to put you in the position of being embarrassed when I get carded.”

  
“We’ll
order a bottle for the table,” Dad said, shrugging off the potential for
embarrassment. “They won’t ask too many questions—we’re here all the time.”

  
Then,
when we ordered, Nicole managed to hit the exact right note again; she waited
until Mom, Dad, and I had ordered and picked something that was right in the
same price range. I was so proud of her, so happy that she’d managed to make
exactly the right kind of choice—presumably without even knowing what it was my
parents were after.

  
It
was obvious to me that my parents were trying to test her—without being too
obvious about it. But I could also tell that Nicole was passing with flying
colors, seemingly without any effort at all. She sipped her wine when it came,
along with her water; she paid attention to whoever was talking at any given
moment, and compared notes.

  
She
was as different from Kelsey as it was possible for a girl to be, and different
even from my other girlfriends; Nicole was absolutely classy, completely and
utterly charming, and I wanted more than anything to take her to the cloakroom
and pin her against the wall to show her just how pleased I was with how she
was coming across.

  
She
asked my dad questions about accounting—and I was shocked at how much she’d
understood of what I’d explained to her. Mom asked about her studies and I
jumped in, knowing that Nicole was a little nervous about her classes. “Nicole
is still figuring out what she wants to do with her life,” I said. “But she’s
got a really full course load: psych, history, literature, math, and the
freshman classes.”

  
“How
do you feel about college? I remember it being tough when I first started out,”
Mom said, obviously wanting Nicole to answer instead of me.

  
“It’s
tough,” Nicole agreed, smiling wryly. “But I think I’m starting to get the hang
of it. Ty has been so good—he’s really such a great support, and I just try to
be as supportive of him when I can, even though he never seems to need it.”

  
“He
mentioned that the two of you study together often,” Dad said, glancing at me
briefly.

  
“We
do,” Nicole said, and I saw the pink spreading through her cheeks. “In fact, Ty
taught me that flash card trick you taught him how to use in high school.” I
laughed; it was true that I had taught it to her, and true that Dad had taught
it to me in high school, but it was so exactly what she was supposed to say in
that moment that it was almost unbelievable.

  
“I
hope the two of you aren’t just shut up in your dorms studying all the time,”
Mom said, looking almost concerned.

  
“Oh
no, we also go to campus events together, or to dinner or things like that,”
Nicole said. She looked at me and smiled. “Ty is the most wonderful guy I think
I’ve ever met in my life.” She glanced at my mother again. “Don’t tell my dad
that though—he might actually take it a bit personal that his number one spot
has been kicked out from under him.”

  
By
the time we walked out to the car to head home, I knew that my parents had come
to a conclusion about Nicole—and I knew that it was a positive one. I hugged my
mom goodbye, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “She’s beautiful,” Mom
murmured in my ear. “Beautiful and sweet.” I pulled back from the hug with a
smile and then Dad clapped my shoulder.

  
“It’s
been a pleasure getting to know you a little better, Nicole,” Dad told her. “I
hope we’ll get to see you again sometime soon—though I understand you’re going
to be at your parents’ for break.”

  
“Well,
if Ty and I find a way to meet up during break, I would love to see you both
again too,” Nicole said. Then we were climbing into the car, leaving my parents
behind, and I felt the little bit of lingering tension that had been with me
all night dissolve. Nicole had met my parents, and my parents had loved her.

  
We
didn’t talk much on the way back to campus, mostly just comparing notes about
how much packing we still had to do. I was more than ready to go up to Nicole’s
room and distract her for a few more hours, but I knew I’d just feel guilty
about it later when she had to spend the whole night making up for lost time,
and ended up going home exhausted.

  
I
pulled into my parking spot in the student lot and before Nicole could open the
door on the passenger side, I grabbed her carefully and turned her to face me.
“You did great with them,” I murmured, even as I leaned in to kiss her.

  
I
sealed Nicole’s lips with my own, sliding my tongue against her until her mouth
opened to let me in. In a matter of moments, all of the tension and stress and
pride I’d been feeling in the previous few hours came to a peak, and I kissed
Nicole as if I wanted to devour her, as if I hadn’t spent the evening eating a long
and leisurely dinner. My hands began to move on her body, and I felt the car
heating up around us, felt my whole body beginning to warm up and tingle as I
got turned on.

  
I
pulled back, taking a quick breath. I reminded myself that Nicole and I both needed
to pack to leave campus the next day; if I kept going, I wasn’t going to even
remotely be able to stop unless she said something, and we’d just end up
spending the rest of the night having sex until we fell asleep.

  
“Fuck,”
I said, sighing. “I should have stopped five minutes ago. I’m hard as a rock.”
Nicole giggled and leaned over, kissing me quickly on the lips.

  
“If
you get done packing before midnight, text me,” she said. “We can make time for
one last session.” I nodded, taking another breath. I needed to cool off.

  
“I
am so going to get done before midnight,” I told Nicole, grinning at her. “And
you’d better be done too.”

  
“I’ll
try,” Nicole said, lowering her eyelashes in the way that always drove me
crazy. “You just text me if you’re done.” I gave her a last, quick kiss, and we
got out of the car. I was absolutely determined to get all of my packing for
winter break done as quickly as possible.