Hard to Resist (17 page)

Jordan is adorable. He’s around the same height as Nolan, has beautiful brown eyes that are garnished with extremely long eyelashes. He has a silver hoop in his eyebrow and from what I can see beneath his blue T-shirt, he must have a body that Brittany can drool all over. His jeans are snug and loose at the same time—if that is even possible—and as he reveals a dazzling smile at Brittany, I smile because it’s contagious. His hair is curly and purposely untamed but that only adds to the collection of his simplistic beauty.

“Jordan,” Brittany squeals as she takes him in her arms. “I loved it. I’m glad I waited for you to surprise me instead.”

“Yeah, I’m sorta glad, too. I was pretty nervous up there but seeing you smile made me go through with it.” He leans down to press his lips against hers.

“Aww,” she says as she stares into his eyes. For a brief moment, she doesn’t look anywhere else. It’s like she wants to drag him out of the lounge and into a bedroom. But after a while, she turns to look at us. “Oh, this is Natalie. The girl that I was telling you about earlier.”

Jordan places his guitar down to reach a hand across the table. “I’ve heard great things. I hope you’re stealing that stage tonight,” he says as we exchange handshakes.

“Oh, no.” My head shakes quickly. “Not tonight. Maybe some other time, though,” I say with a forced smile.

“Aww, dang. That sucks. Brittany was bragging about how great your writing was.”

“Really?” I ask, a bit self-absorbedly.

“Yeah, dude. Brittany doesn’t lie. When she brags,
she brags
.” Jordan’s brown eyes stretch as he presses his lips together and rolls his eyes playfully.

Nolan shifts to the side of me and Brittany turns quickly to look at him. She was so dazed by Jordan that she didn’t even realize he was with me. She stares at him and her glistening eyes broaden.

“This is Nolan,” I say as I grab for his arm. “He’s my date for tonight.”

“More like your date for every night,” he says with a casual smirk. I flush as I rip my gaze from his to look down at my feet. “Nolan Young,” he says while reaching a hand in Jordan’s direction. Jordan shakes his hand firmly with a nod.

“Cool. Nice to meet you, dude. Jordan Humphrey. Glad you could join us tonight.”

Nolan then places his hand inside of Brittany’s. “Brittany Lucas.”

“Nice to meet you as well.”

We all take our seats as the woman up front introduces the next person to come up. “So, how did you two meet?” Brittany asks as she reaches for her cup of water that has a pink straw placed inside of it.

“At a club.”

“She almost ran me over,” Nolan says at the same time.

My eyebrows pull together as I turn to look at him. Chuckling, Jordan reaches for his beer. “You must like hardcore chicks,” he says after he takes a swig.

“I actually kind of do,” Nolan confides. “I admit that she was pretty hard to get a hold of.”

Brittany giggles and Jordan chuckles again. “He was pretty easy,” I counter while looking through the corner of my eye at him.

Nolan lets out an obnoxious laugh and a few people turn our way to look at us. I stare at them to allow my eyes to apologize but Nolan doesn’t seem to care. “If only I was.”

“So, how old are you, Nolan?” Brittany asks.

“I just turned twenty-one in May.”

“And you, Natalie?”

“Nineteen,” I mutter, hating to admit it.

“That just seems so impossible. You carry yourself way older than what you really are,” she says with wide eyes.

“But that is always a good thing,” Jordan reassures. “Immature chicks tend to tick me off sometimes. Have you ever had your high blown because some sloppily drunk sixteen year old vomited on your shoes?” he asks as he sits forward. “It is the worst feeling ever. Especially when you’ve just bought those shoes.”

“Oh, I remember that,” Brittany says as she turns to look at her boyfriend.

As they banter on, Nolan’s hand sneaks under the table to crawl between my thighs. I tense as my legs squeeze together. A burning flash of moist heat slithers down and memories of how great our sex was earlier floods my mind. Oh, the things I would do if we were still at the apartment. It isn’t too long before another young man goes on stage with a harmonica. Jordan and Brittany stop talking quickly to watch him but Nolan slides his chair in closer, his hand never leaving. I feel the heat of his body getting nearer and when he says, “In my car would be nice,” I shudder. More heat slides its way down and I try to focus on the boy on stage with his lips pressed over his harmonica but as his lips move, it immediately reminds me of the way Nolan’s mouth was on me earlier.

My stomach coils as his fingers trail across my bare thighs. “We should go another round,” he mumbles against my ear. God, his voice is so mesmerizing. His voice only causes my legs to tighten around his hand. As the harmonica plays, his finger slides into me and luckily for me, my groan goes unnoticed. I glance around at all of the other people but they don’t seem to be paying us any attention. Plus it’s too dark. The only light is coming from the spotlight on stage.

I finally find the will to push Nolan’s hand away but it’s only to grab it and stand from the table. Brittany’s head whips to look at us and it isn’t too long before Jordan does the same.

“Where you going?” she asks.

“I just remembered. I have to, um, get home before my roommate gets there. She lost her key.” Of course, I’m only telling a white lie. Harper still doesn’t have a key but that doesn’t mean that she’ll be home anytime soon. Harper is spending her night with Dawson.

“Oh.” Brittany’s lips pout. “Well okay. Have a safe drive. I’ll call you soon.”

“See ya,” Jordan says before turning to look at the harmonica player again.

“Okay,” I breathe then turn and make my way towards the door. It’s terrible how turned on I am right now. I seriously can’t take this. Nolan’s chuckle rumbles from his throat as we reach the door and push out.

“Eager aren’t we, babe?” he asks as he pulls his hand away to take his keys out. He scoops me up in his arms then rushes for the car. He was smiling but that smile has faded and turned into a mask full of lust. His eyes are hard on me as he reaches the car, presses the button on his key to unlock it, and then climbs into the passenger seat. He shuts the door then reaches to pull my shirt over my head quickly. I reach for the hem of his and yank it up. Nolan then begins to unbutton my pants while releasing a low groan. “No panties must’ve meant that you wanted more?” He raises an eyebrow along with a smirk.

I smile then dip in to kiss him. He clings onto my body, pressing his hands everywhere to get a feel of me. I wrap one hand around his face while the other works to get his pants undone.

As soon as his zipper is undone, he lifts his hips for me to slide his pants down. He watches my every move. The way I reach my hand in his boxers. The way I press my lips against the long rock beneath the fabric. I know that it’s my lips that he wants to feel but for now, I’ll be a tease and kiss him through the cotton fabric of his boxers. After all, I don’t want him getting sick of me. He reaches a hand down to push my hair aside. Pulling his boxers down, I begin to lick him slowly. He tenses as I reach the head of him and then swallow him whole. “Holy fuucckk,” he says through his teeth as I do it again. I take a peek up and his eyes are now closed. His hand is around the nape of my neck, encouraging me to go again. And I do. “Damn, Natalie. Please fuck me now,” he begs.

A smile creeps across my lips as I pull my mouth away. Although it’s cramped in the car, I manage to pull my shorts down and climb on top of him again. But I’m still going to be a tease. I want him to crave for me—for every part of me. I slide down on him gently and he tries to get me to sit on the entire length of him but I hold off. “You want me to fuck you?” I ask against the crook of his neck, attempting to copy his former words that he’d said to me in my bathroom an hour ago.

“God, yeah,” he breathes.

“I want you to say it like you mean it.” I lift my hips and straddle the tip of him.

He lets out a deep groan from the pleasure. “You’re seriously gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

“Say it.” I press my lips against his ear as he cups my ass. “You want me to make you a better person then say it. Say that you want me, and only me. Promise that you won’t fuck up.”

My hips continue to move on top of him. I know he wants me to go wild right now.

“Natalie, damn it. I promise I won’t fuck up. Now
fuck
me,” he grunts then smashes my hips down. He slides into me and I let out a loud moan as my hands curl around his shoulders. I begin to ride him harder, going forward, backwards, side to side. Any way that makes him roll with pleasure. “Shit,” he hisses through his teeth. “You seriously know what you’re doing.”

I smile heavily as he pulls a hand away to grab the lever on the side of the seat. The seat falls back and that gives me even more leverage to move. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” he says as he reaches a hand up to cup one of my breasts. As I continue to go, millions of moans screech out of me. He reaches a hand down to rub the sweet flesh between my legs and as he does that, I know that it’s coming. My head falls back as I pant heavily.

My grip on his chest tightens and the muscles in my stomach clench as I continue to grind my hips on him. “Nolan!” I scream. “Oh, fuck, Nolan!”

“I love when you call my name,” he murmurs. His hips then lift from the seat to pound into me and the shift only causes me to ride him harder. He’s completely inside of me now. I can feel the entire length of him reaching up to my stomach. “Oh, fuck,” he growls through his teeth. His husky voice plays tricks with my head. With my body. His thumb continues to play with me and as we both pant heavily, groan heavily, and call each other’s names, that’s when I jerk forward, my chest constricts, my legs clamp around him, and I scream his name again.

“Oh, Nolan!”

“Fuck, baby. Yeah, I feel it.”

I quiver around him but I don’t stop, and neither does he. He continues to pump into me, pounding like a hammer on a nail. A loud clapping noise bounces off the walls of the interior of the car and as Nolan clamps a hand around my ass and my breast, that’s when he yells “Damn, baby, this shit feels so fucking good!”

Nolan slams into me one last time before his hips fall and a gush of warmth floods through me. Falling against his chest, I breathe heavily with no intent of controlling it anytime soon.

“Damn, babe,” he breathes as he pushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I could really get used to this.”

Chapter Eighteen

Soft music floods through the speakers as Nolan and I lie on our backs on my bed. It actually feels nice doing this. No touching, no kissing, no sexual feelings . . . just peace. As of now, the song
I Never Told You
by Colbie Caillat is playing. Listening to the lyrics seriously reminds me of Bryson. I hate the fact that I’m thinking about him, especially while I’m with Nolan. I’m seriously glad that he can’t read my mind. He would probably be pissed.

“So, you write?” Nolan asks as he reaches a hand over to grab mine. His fingers caress the skin on top of my hand. His touch feels satisfying. It lets me know that I’m not alone.