Seth's Cravings: An Endless Series: Book 2 (49 page)

     Shaw had been wearing jeans and oversized sweatshirt
that fell down to below her ass, her dark curly red hair had been up in a messy
bun, and she’d had no make-up on. The girl was attractive for sure; she had the
whole Irish red-hair, green eye thing going for her. If I hadn’t have been dating
Melissa, and then been sucked into Nadia sphere of awesomeness, I probably
would have eventually made a play for her myself. 

     Noting her attractiveness, and not at all dissuaded by
her sloppy outfit, Evan had poured on the flirt. Shaw had looked at him like he
was dirt under her shoe and said she had to be ‘somewhere not here’ and then
walked away. Evan had stared after her in shock. Nic and I had laughed our
asses off, even though she treated us pretty much the same way. I wasn’t
certain if it was us, athletes, or just males in general, but Shaw appeared to
barely tolerate us.

     Carrie sighed and her mouth both lifted and dropped in
disappointment. “Shaw had other plans tonight.”   

     Evan scowled. “Oh really, I’ve been hearing certain things
about the plans she makes.”

     Carrie frowned. “What do you mean?”

     Evan shrugged. “Just been hearing rumors about her.”
His tone was disapproving which was hypocritical since anything he did was
probably worse than what was being said about her. I’d heard a rumor about the
girl too, something about banging half the football team, but I had a hard time
believing it with the way she dressed and acted toward guys. It might have been
one or two, but not half. Most of the time you needed to take a rumor and dissect
it in half.

     Carrie’s frown deepened and I saw her eyes flash. “I
don’t pay attention to rumors, and you shouldn’t either.” She criticized.

     I shook my head at Evan’s second dumb-ass blunder. He
should have known better than to go there because of Carrie’s past, and that
fact that she and Shaw were friends.  Nic rubbed Carrie’s shoulder and gave
Evan a glare.

     Evan grimaced realizing his mistake. “Sorry…Just
thought I should bring it to your attention, so you could bring it to hers,
that there are rumors out there about her.”

     Carrie’s lips thinned and her pupils dilated. “She
knows. People have said things to her…but she knows how to take care of
herself.”

     I didn’t miss the small catch in her voice, and neither
did Nic. With another glower in Evan’s direction for daring to upset Carrie he
whispered something in her ear that had her nodding and brought a small smile
to her lips.

     “Oh shit, Noah.” Amanda suddenly screeched and jumped
up in alarm. “Did we set the DVR to record tonight?”

     Amanda’s sudden outburst was too coincidental to be
anything but a distraction.

     Noah’s eyes widened in surprise. “For what?”

     “For The Walking Dead.”

     Noah rolled his eyes with a grin. “Yeah, babe. It’s
automatically set to record all of them.”

     She slumped down in relief. “Oh thank god.”

     “Is it really appropriate to thank god for a zombie
apocalyptic show?” Blake queried with a smirk.

     “Well, he’s the one who allowed it to happen.” Amanda
huffed.

     I snorted. “The apocalypse or the television show?”

     She gave a ‘duh’ look. “The apocalypse of course.”

     Blake’s brows rose in humor. “O-kay, I guess maybe you
could follow that line of reasoning…if you’re crazy.” 

     “Crazy is subjective.” Amanda countered.

     Blake just snorted at that.

     “I’m just happy Nadia could come out with us tonight.
She’s so fun to hang out with, and I haven’t seen her for weeks. Seth, you
really need to bring her over here.” Carrie said with a slight censorious look.

     Nic grinned at me behind her back raising his brows
humorously. He was dressed in a fisherman’s hat adorned with fishing
paraphernalia and vest, while Carrie was decked out as a mermaid, but just like
Amanda she wasn’t showing much skin. In fact, her costume was a tank unitard
with large seashells for a bra and long flowing skirt. It was sexy, but
subtle.    

     “Because of her siblings it’s just easier to go to her
apartment.” I explained, finishing up my plate of Chinese food.

     “I understand that during the week she can’t get away,
but we should do more couple things on the weekend. Amanda hasn’t seen her
since the beach house and I’ve only seen her one time since then. It’s like
you’re trying to keep her to yourself.” Carrie grinned softening the complaint.

     “Yeah, she’s way better than Melissa. No offense to the
girl, but she was a bore and a half.” Amanda said throwing an apologetic glance
my way. 

     I barely took note of the comment on Melissa because I
was pondering Carrie’s assessment. I guess in a way I had been keeping Nadia to
myself. I didn’t want to share her as our time together seemed so limited to
me. I was already sharing her with Issy and Luka, and I wasn’t complaining
about that, but adding more people would only decrease our personal time
together. I really needed that time.

     However, Carrie did have a point. I did want Nadia to
get to know my friends.

     “We’ve been getting to know each other first. And hell,
the girl is busier than shit. Then I was gone last weekend because of an
unexpected call from my family, so I barely saw her that weekend myself, but I
will definitely take that under advisement. Okay?” I gave her a wink. 

     “How was the trip home? You never said why they called
you home so suddenly?” Nic asked. “Nothing serious?”

     I shook my head. “No. I hadn’t called home in a while,
mostly because I was sick and tired of my dad bugging me about making a
decision about Architectural school. My mom guilted me into coming home with
news that both my sister’s would be there and she wanted all her children home
at the same time. There was no way I could say ‘no’.”

     A few people in the room could relate to that aspect of
parental pressure and they nodded their heads in consensus.

     “So I take it your dad used that time to corner you on
the school thing.” Nic contorted in sympathy.

     “Yeah.” I stated shortly.

     “And how’d that go?” Landon joined in.

     It was good to see him taking an interest, but
unfortunately it was for a subject I didn’t really want to discuss. “I told him
that I’d received several letters of acceptance, but I wasn’t ready to make a
decision at this time.”

     Landon stared at me pensively.  “Any reason why you
can’t, or won’t, make a decision at this time?”

     I shrugged. “My dad has his own opinion of where I
should go, while I’m still considering.”

     The door bell rang mercifully cutting short that
conversation, and knowing it was Nadia had me jumping up in eagerness. After she
and I had gotten everything straightened out last Thursday I’d been looking
forward to spending that weekend with her making up for the time I’d stupidly
wasted. But then my mom had called me the next morning asking me to come home.
I hadn’t been able to get back until Sunday and since then I’d only had a few
hours each night with her.

     This week had been a hectic time for her with parent
teacher conferences at night as well as Luka’s wrestling matches. She hadn’t
even scheduled any poker games on account of how busy she was.

     Friday night we’d finally been able to get some alone
time after Luka’s wrestling match. I’d taken her to a movie, but a quarter of
the way through it we’d left because both of us had become enormously aroused
from touching the other in particularly inappropriate places for a public forum.
It had just been way too long since either of us had gotten off together.    

     I’d driven as fast as I could to our hill so we could
rectify that problem as soon as possible, and had barely laid the blanket out when
Nadia had jumped me, pulling at my clothes. She’d been in another skirt so I’d
just slipped my hand up past her underwear and inside of her. She’d had her
first climax in seconds with only three thrust of my finger; crying out into
the night sky.

     The orgasm hadn’t slowed her down though, for which I
was grateful. She’d continued tugging off my clothes until I was naked and then
kissed her way down my abdomen to finally take me in her mouth, relieving the
pent-up, excruciating pressure I was experiencing. I’d lasted maybe five
seconds longer than her, and when it hit it had been nearly painful in its
intensity causing my entire body to lock up in pleasure.

     Unlike Nadia I’d been nearly decimated by my orgasm and
had to lie there catching my breath for a few minutes after. During that time
she’d explored every part of my frame. I’d never been with a girl more
fascinated by my body, or inclined to kiss every part of it. It was
tremendously ego-boosting, and electrifying. I discovered that I had erogenous
zone in some very bizarre areas, or maybe it was just Nadia’s touch that made
it so stimulating.

     When I’d felt she’d examined me sufficiently I’d
flipped her over, stripped her, and proceeded to do the same to her until she
was crying and gasping in need. Being with her excited me on an entirely
different level to where I’d actually held off on giving her that second orgasm,
something I’d never done with another woman before. I’d teased her unmercifully
bringing her to the brink, but not allowing her go over. She’d been whimpering
things in Russian and that had only escalated the thrill of it all.

     Unable to take anymore I’d bent her knees to her chest
and drove my aching cock between her compressed thighs. Unlike last time I was
facing her this time and my dick rubbed along her soaked pussy and then across
her stomach. It had taken all my concentration and control not to plunge into
her virgin tightness.

     Maybe because my focus had been so taken up with not
breaching her that was why I’d done something I’d never before done with
another woman. I’d slapped her ass. It hadn’t been hard, but the flesh of my
palm meeting the flesh of her ass had made quite a loud sound. My actions had
shocked me and I had been about to pull away and apologize profusely but Nadia’s
response had halted me.

     She had cried out in pleasure, flooded me with her
juices, and raised her hips for more.

     Finding out that she’d liked it speared me with
undiluted lust and that had me increasing my hip movements and lightly slapping
her ass again. But she hadn’t been content with the light smacks; she’d cried
for ‘
harder
’, and ‘
more
’, and ‘
please
’, and I found out that
I liked giving it to her…a lot. It hadn’t taken either of us long to go off the
edge and into bliss after that.

     Afterwards Nadia had hesitantly asked me if I’d done
anything like that before and when I’d told her ‘
no
’ she’d snuggled
closer like she was immensely satisfied with my answer. We hadn’t discussed the
issue further than that, but later when I’d dropped her off at her apartment
there had been an uncertain air about her that told me she might be feeling a
little weirded out at finding out she liked being spanked.

     As I stepped up to the front door to let Nadia in I
wondered if she was still feeling that way. I hoped not. I didn’t want her at
all uncomfortable with what we did privately, because I had a feeling we had a
lot more things to explore about each other sexually.  

     Swinging open the door I stood there in shock at my
first sight of Nadia’s costume. When I’d told her that I was wearing a
motorcycle vest tonight she’d warned me not to expect matching costumes, but it
seems she’d either been throwing me off or she’d changed her mind, because she
was dressed as the sexiest biker babe I’d ever seen.

     Her hair was down with beautiful curls everywhere
looking windswept. The top she wore was a vest like mine, no t-shirt under it,
and more form fitting showing just a hit of cleavage. She had on tight black
skinny jeans and black boots with decorative chains. She looked hot as hell,
but from the rosy pink covering her cheeks I wondered if she was somewhat
self-conscious about wearing the outfit. 

     She was taking in my vest and boots and her aquamarine
eyes swirled with heat. “I know I told you I wasn’t going to do matching
costumes, but than I thought about how hot you were going to look decked out in
biker gear and knew that when I stood next to you tonight I needed to show
everyone that we were together.”

     “You are going to cause a fucking riot tonight. Do you
want me to go to jail?” I asked with a mix of frustration and arousal. There
was no way I was taking her out looking like this.  

     Nadia grinned. “I’m more covered up than most girls
will be tonight, so don’t give me that.”

     I grabbed her by the nape of her neck and hauled her
close so our lips were millimeters apart. “You could be wearing sackcloth and
people would still follow you with their eyes, but in this you scream ‘come and
get me and I’ll be sure to show you a good time before I kick your ass’.”

     Nadia laughed huskily and her lips brushed lightly over
mine. “Wow…I’ve got some powerful unspoken communication going on.”

     I gave her a heated stare. “It’s been speaking to me
from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

     Smiling she leaned forward pressing her lips fully to
mine along with her body. I grabbed her ass hauling her even closer while dominating
her mouth.

     Fuck, was I in deep for this woman. When I’d informed
Nadia last week that she would be easy to love I’d down played my emotions not
wanting to freak her out because I was pretty damn certain I was more than half
way there, if not all in. It was one of the reasons I’d pulled back. It had
just seemed too soon.

     However, those four days I’d pulled back physically and
emotionally had been hell. I’d been ready to explode from all the pent-up
emotions and lust. I hadn’t thought falling in love would be so anxiety
inducing, but it was so damn all-consuming I realized there was no way it
couldn’t be. A person had to put themselves fully out there and who wouldn’t be
scared as shit at the thought of that.