Must Be Love: (Nicole and Ryan) (A Jetty Beach Romance Book 1) (16 page)

It took all my self-control not to call Nicole after I left my parents’ house. But my mom kept us there late; it was well after midnight by the time Cody and I left. Nicole was probably asleep. This morning, I keep holding back. I want to see her so much it’s painful, but the intensity of my reaction scares me. I don’t want to ride this high too far—it will only make the crash back down that much harder. And longer. I need to be careful, but by about one o'clock I can't take it anymore. She hasn’t called me either, but I’m done waiting.

I race down the highway to town after talking to her. I already showered and dressed in jeans and a faded blue t-shirt, so I’m out the door in seconds. I’m not going to just bring her back to my place. This isn’t a booty call. Of course, I’m hard just thinking about her, and we'll certainly end up back at my place if I have anything to say about it. Still, I should take her out. Maybe lunch if she hasn’t eaten. Can I sit across a table from her and control myself? Of course I can.

Maybe.

I pull up to her house and lift my hand to knock on the door. She opens it before I finish knocking.

"Hi," she says, a little breathless. Her hair is wet, as if she's just gotten out of the shower, and she's put it up in a little bun. She wears a long-sleeved black shirt and a red-and-white skirt that shows a lot of leg.

Lunch will take too long. We'll get coffee. To go.

"Hi." I step in and slip my hand around her waist, pulling her to me. Her lips part in a smile and I lean in, kissing her. She offers no resistance, tilting her head for me. Her mouth is soft and minty. I mean to give her a quick hello kiss, but I linger there, breathing in her scent. Her tongue brushes my lips and I pull her closer, wrapping my other hand around the back of her neck.

Forget the coffee. Is her house empty?

I break the kiss, pulling back to look at her. "It's good to see you."

"You too," she says. "So, what are we going to do?"

Baby, the things I'm going to do to you.
Still, I find myself saying, "I thought we could grab lunch."

"Sounds great."

There’s a hint of nervousness about her as I walk her to my car. Or maybe it’s anticipation. I hold the door and watch her legs as she sits. Her skirt slides higher up her thigh. She definitely wore it to torture me. Her pale, creamy skin looks so soft and inviting.

I shut her door and get in the car. She gives me a shy smile, like she has a secret.

"What sounds good?" I ask, pulling out of her driveway.

"I'm fine with whatever," she says.

I glance down at her legs again and she tips her knees apart, ever so slightly. I can’t stop myself from touching her—I run my fingers up her thigh, swirling it near the hem of her skirt.

Nicole takes a deep breath. "Actually, I have another idea."

"Yeah? All right, just tell me where to go." My fingers tingle as I caress her skin and my cock strains against my jeans. I can’t believe I get to be the one to touch her like this.

"This might be a little crazy," she says. "Have you ever gone up Forest Hill Road?"

I raise my eyebrows. Is she serious? "I've, um, I've driven up there, but never with a girl." Forest Hill Road is an old logging road outside town. It winds through the regrown forest to a secluded hill. Many a Jetty Beach teenager lost their virginity on Forest Hill—or at least claimed they did.

She reaches over and runs her hand up my leg, getting dangerously close to my cock. "So this would be a first for you?"

"Yeah," I say, a little shaky. "Forest Hill would be a first."

"Good." She moves her hand over my bulge and squeezes through my jeans.

I groan and grip the steering wheel, my other hand still on her leg. Nicole leans across the center console and undoes my jeans, sliding the zipper down. Holy shit, is this happening? Did Nicole Prescott just ask me to take her up to Forest Hill? I’m so turned on, my cock feels like it will burst, and her delicate caresses make my whole body light up with electricity.

"Oh my god, Nicole, what are you doing to me?"

Her hand slides into my underwear. She wraps her fingers around my cock and squeezes.

I blow out a breath and try to focus on the road. A few cars amble by as I drive through town. Fucking speed limit. I press on the gas pedal, testing my luck a little bit. This is not a good time to get pulled over, but fuck me, I need to get on the highway.

We turn past the town entrance and I’m able to pick up speed. So does Nicole. She pulls my cock out and strokes her hand up and down the shaft. I run my hand higher up her thigh, beneath her skirt, my fingers brushing lace. She scoots closer to me and opens her legs. I tease my fingers beneath her panties.

"You're so wet," I say.

My blood is on fire, but I have to keep my eyes on the road. Nicole keeps stroking me, putting pressure in all the right places. She swirls her thumb over the tip and I almost swerve off the road.

"Sorry," I say.

I slide two fingertips inside her and she moans, squeezing my cock harder.

Where's that fucking turn?

"Is that it?" Nicole asks, using her free hand to point to a gravel road on the left.

"God, I hope so."

I turn and the car bounces along the uneven surface. Nicole glances behind us, then looks at me, biting her lower lip.

She unlatches her seat belt and leans down, putting her head in my lap. Is she kidding? Oh fuck me. Her tongue circles the tip of my cock. My eyes go blurry and the car bounces. I put a hand on her head to keep her from hitting the steering wheel.

"Holy shit, Nicole."

She slides me into her mouth, her tongue warm and slick. She sucks in a little and I groan, trying desperately to keep the car on the gravel. The road is so uneven, I have to slow down. She takes the shaft in her hand and pulls while she works the tip with her mouth.

"Fuck me, Nicole, that feels amazing. I don't think I can keep driving if you do that."

In answer, she takes more of me into her mouth, and draws out again.

"Oh my god." I press on the brake and stop. I’m going to hit a tree if I keep going.

She moves her mouth up and down, sucking on the crown when she gets to the top. I lean my head back, breathing hard. Her every move makes me shudder. I fist my hand through her hair, careful not to push her down, letting her lead. I want to put my fingers inside her, to make her feel this way too, but I can’t think clearly. Her body is angled too far for me to reach her pussy, so I ease the seat back to make sure she has room, and enjoy the feel of her mouth on me.

Is this actually happening? Did Nicole Prescott just take me up Forest Hill Road to suck my cock? It’s like all my craziest teenage fantasies come true. Except I never even thought to fantasize about this—it would have seemed impossible. So far out of reach, it was too stupid to use as jack off material. But fuck me if it isn’t happening.

Even if I had fantasized about it before, it never would have been this good in my imagination.

The tension builds, and she keeps going. I’m going out of my mind, but I’m not sure if she wants me to come in her mouth.

"Whoa, Nicole," I say. I’m practically panting. "God, that's so good. That's..." She does something with her tongue and I rock my head back against the seat and groan. "You better slow down, baby."

She swivels her head just a little and I look down. Those big, blue eyes look up at me, her lips pursed around the tip of my cock. It is the hottest motherfucking thing I've ever seen in my entire life: Nicole looking up at me with my dick in her mouth. My muscles clench and I almost come right there.

I let out a breath and put my fingers beneath her chin. "Come up here."

She plunges down on my cock one last time and I groan again. As unbelievable as this is, I want to be inside her. She sits up and wipes her hand across her chin.

"Did you like that?" she asks. The hint of worry in her voice is the cutest thing.

"Are you kidding? You just blew my mind."

A wide smile spreads across her face. I adjust the seat back again and grab her, pulling her on top of me. She straddles over my lap, her hot little skirt pulling up over her legs. I reach under and push my fingers inside her, rubbing her clit. She makes delicious little noises as I move. I grab the firm flesh of her ass with one hand while the other plays with the soft, wet skin between her legs.

"Ryan, stop teasing me," she says, trying to push her hips down. "I want your cock in me."

Of course that means I have to tease her a little more, but my cock throbs at her proximity.

"Tell me again what you want," I say.

"I want you inside me. I want your hot, pulsing cock in me right now."

How can I deny a request like that?

I push her panties to the side and grab her hips, lowering her onto me. I slide in with ease, feeling the hot, sweet pressure envelop me. My eyes roll back and I clutch at her ass, moving her back and forth.

"This was such a good idea," I say.

She lets out a breathy giggle. Her thighs squeeze against me as she rocks her hips up and down. I slip my hands up her shirt and beneath her bra, feeling her hard nipples. She picks up the pace, riding me harder. Fuck me, I’m going to come too fast. She got me so close with her mouth already.

"Careful, baby," I say. "This is too good."

"No, don't hold back," she says.

I can feel her getting hotter, her muscles clenching around me. I grab her ass, picking her up so she can slide back down. My orgasm builds, the pressure almost torture.

"Oh my god, Ryan," she says. "You feel amazing."

I grip her hips, slowing her down. "Look at me."

Nicole meets my eyes, her breath coming fast. We pause, both on the brink of climax. I stare, devouring every inch of her. Those sparkling blue eyes, that sweet, delicious mouth.

She rolls her hips, grinding herself into me. My mouth drops open. She moans, repeating the motion.

"Are you ready?" I ask.

"Yes."

I guide her hips, pushing her back and forth. She slides up and down my cock, sending jolts of pleasure through me. She speeds up, crying out, and throws her head back. Her pussy clenches around me and her orgasm triggers mine. My cock pulses inside her, bursting with waves of pleasure. My mind goes blank. Nothing exists except us, this moment, this feeling.

When we both finish, she slumps against me. I wrap my arms around her, burying my face in her neck.

“Holy shit, that was unreal,” I say.

She pulls back to look at me. Her hair is tousled and her cheeks flushed. "Yeah, it was."

I lean forward to kiss her.

As if coming back to herself, she looks around and laughs. The windows are so foggy, we can't see through them. "I can't believe I just did that."

"That makes two of us," I say. I kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips. I’m euphoric, enjoying my post-orgasm glow. I think about cooking dinner for her later. If the weather holds out, we can make a fire on the beach.

Nicole moves off my lap back into the passenger seat. I adjust my pants and zip them up. She smooths her skirt down and shifts sideways to look at me.

"So, um, that was incredible," she says.

I blow out a breath. "That's the understatement of the century. To be clear, this isn't exactly what I meant when I said I'd come pick you up. Not that I'm complaining."

She laughs. "I know. I've never done anything like this before. You make me feel so brave, like I can take chances. And I thought it would be fun to surprise you."

"That was definitely a surprise," I say.

She smiles again, but her eyes drop and her face turns serious. "Ryan, the last couple days have been amazing. I'm not sure what this is, or where it's going, or if we're even supposed to have a conversation about that yet."

"Don't get so hung up on 'supposed to.' There's no rule book we have to follow."

"Fair enough," she says. "I guess I need to know what this is to you. I can't stay in Jetty Beach. I have to get back to my job or I'm probably going to get fired."

My euphoria flees in an instant. I knew she wasn't planning to stay in town with her parents forever, but this takes me by surprise. "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow," she says. "I won't get back in time to go into the office, but I can at least figure out where I'm going to stay. Maybe grab more of my stuff from my apartment. I have a meeting on Tuesday that I really should attend, and we have a luncheon on Friday. I can't exactly help with an event from here."

"Yeah, of course," I say. "That makes sense."

"So, I was wondering... do you want me to come down next weekend? Or was this sort of ... I don't know. Temporary?"

I meet her eyes and reach out to touch her cheek. "I would love for you to come down next weekend," I say. "You can stay at my place if you want."

Her smile cuts through the sense of foreboding that threatens to disturb my happiness. We can make this work. I don’t like the hollow feeling in my chest, but I tell myself I’m just taken aback by her leaving. She'll do what she has to do for her job, and I'll see her soon. She'll be fine. I know that.

I’m not so sure about me.