Unthinkable (Undeniable Trilogy #1) (17 page)

“Mmm,” I moaned trying to stifle the words
take me now
that were raging inside me. I started to think about the consequence of giving in and that excited me more because right now, I needed to feel him deep inside me, pounding me like an errant schoolgirl.

“Nicholas,” I moaned, “Please, now.” He stopped and removed the blindfold, behaving like a ravenous animal consuming his prey after the kill. He bit me hard on my neck at the same time he thrust inside me with force unheard of. I moaned aloud and a single tear rolled down my cheek.

“Christ, Maya!” He pounded again. I jumped with anticipation as he stilled himself and lay there with his cock buried inside me.

“Maya, you drive me in-fucking-sane.” He kissed me softly and tenderly on my lips as he began a slow and steady movement in and out of me. He used his hands to caress my face and felt the teardrop that had fallen.

He stopped his motions and looked at me with concern.

“Maya are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine, Nick. Don’t stop what you’re doing.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, you are not hurting me. Trust me, I’m fine.” We began to kiss and instead of the thrashing that was to come because I surrendered, he made love to me. He unbound my hands and feet and kissed where the bindings were. He held my hands above my head and made slow, passionate, tender love to me. He coaxed my orgasm to peak with those slow and deep thrusts that I loved. I grabbed his back, slowly scratching it down its length as my legs squeezed tighter around his waist. I didn’t want to let him go. He kept moving despite my undoing as his thrusts became faster and faster.

“Christ! Fuck!” He stilled inside me, deep, and then collapsed with his head buried in the pillow under my head. We lay there breathing heavily, trying to calm down from the rush we had encountered. As he rolled over onto his back and pulled me on top of him, he ran his hands through my hair exposing my face to his palms.

“Maya, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” I placed a finger on his lips, letting him know not to speak anymore.

“I love you, Nicholas.” I truly did find myself in love with him. It wasn’t a
you fucked the shit out of me
love confession. This was real. His eyes widened at the statement I made.

“What? What did you just say?” he asked as he raised up on his elbows. I lay on my side and smiled at him.

“I. Love. You.” He grabbed my face and pulled me in to kiss him while rolling me over onto my back and we made love until daybreak.

****

We woke up around two in the afternoon too tired to get up and cook so we ordered a pizza instead. We managed to make it out to the living room to the couch, figuring the bed needed a break. I had on a
T-shirt
of his and he had on a pair of thin cotton pajamas. When the doorbell rang, he got up and answered it while I went to the kitchen, grabbed us two beers, and placed back on the couch. He met me back at the couch with the pizza placed it on the table and lay on top of me.

“Man, I am so tired I can’t even eat. I just want to lay here with you and fall back asleep.” His head was buried in the crook of my neck where I could feel him breathing. I rubbed the back of his head and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m laying here doing nothing.”

“My body is in tune with you. It commands me and goes into auto mode whenever you are around,” he said. I laughed at the idea at first, but then realized that I feel the same way.

“Nicholas, are you sure this isn’t a sexual thing with you?” Nicholas looked at me, an innocent gleam in his eyes.

“You always ask me that, why?”

“Every time we are around each other we have sex or touch each other in a sexual manner and I want to be sure my feelings are not alone,” I replied.

“I am in love with you, that is why I have sex with you. I desire to be with you, all parts of you. I crave you sexually, physically, mentally. I want to know your likes and dislikes. Whatever it takes to please you I want to be the one who does it.” My heart began to beat faster and my breathing increased. His words spoke volumes to me and before I could speak, his cell phone began to ring from the other room.

“I better get that,” he said with a slight eye rolling. He gave me a brief kiss on my lips and went to grab his phone. I reached over, grabbed a slice of pizza, and started to eat when he appeared back in the living room with a look of anguish on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I was supposed to be at my folk’s house to get the stable keys from dad and he’s a little pissed at me.” He sat beside me with his head buried in his hands.

“Oh, you can take me back to my place and you can go before you get a spanking,” I joked.

“No, no, no, Ms. Davis. You’re going with me. Now let’s finish the pizza shower and go.” He took a bite of the pizza I had in my hand, making sure he was able to nibble on my finger as he pulled away.

We left his place around five p.m. headed to his parents’ place, which was out in West Palm Beach, about an hour away. He told his parents that we would stay for dinner due to the lateness of the day. Since he had to go out to the stables, we agreed that we should bring an overnight bag, so we wouldn’t have to drive back. I wore cutoff jean shorts and a white tank top with tennis shoes. He had on a gray
T-shirt
, a pair of old jeans, and work boots. We headed up FL-869 because he liked the scenic route. It was a nice evening and traffic was light to nonexistent. We drove with the windows down for the most part. The night, rather morning, we had was nice, but we never talked about the events at the party or the brawl that he was involved. Maybe not now, I thought.

“Maya, you all right baby? You are quiet.”

“Um, I just have a few things on my mind.”

“Such as,” he coaxed.

“Nicholas, I am not sure if we should even talk about this since we are headed to your parents.”

“Why? Is it about them?” he laughingly asked.

“No. Why would it be?”

“Okay, so if it is not about them, then why can’t we talk about what’s bothering you?”

“I don’t want things to be strained between us.” He grabbed my knee and squeezed it gently.

“Baby, things will be okay even after we talk,” he assured.

“We need to talk about what happened to you last night.” He touched the cut above his head, rolled his eyes, and let out a deep sigh.

“Let’s just say that those two will not bother us again, ever.”

“Did you kill them?”

“No, I did not kill them.” Silence filled the space between us, and I wanted to know more, but I didn’t think details were included. I decided to change the mood before rage took over him as I started thinking about what his sister said about his past.

“Was my little strip dance satisfactory?” Nicholas looked over at me with this sexy, devilish grin on his mouth.

“Fuck yes! I enjoyed it. It was, um, hot. I know that I will never be able to hear that song again and not think of you,” he said with a laugh and a smile.

“Oh is it funny?” I replied.

“No, I am genuinely shocked. When I told you to strip, I expected a debate or rebuttal. You are so reserved; I just never thought stripping would be in you. I said it on a personal dare.”

“Is that why you decided to play that game with me? I do have a wild side, Nicholas.”

“Really?” he said with a laugh. I thought about the girls saying the exact same thing to me. That I was a little prudish. I decided to show him that I am not reserved. I looked through the songs on my iPod and found
Partition
by Beyoncé. I plugged in the aux cord, turned his radio up, and decided a little highway pleasure was in order. As the song began to play, I unbuckled his belt and jeans.

“Maya, stop.” I smiled at him with my evil grin, reached into his pants and pulled out his cock.

He tried to move my hands, but he was losing control of the truck. I placed his cock in my mouth and began to suck. Tiny circles around the head and a long, wet lick along the vein. I could tell he was excited as a little bit of his juice escaped and I licked it up.

“Maya.” He hissed as I continued to suck him deep and hard, wanting him to come in my mouth.

“Maya, baby. Mmm.” His groans were becoming louder and he was fighting for control. He grabbed my ass with one hand, squeezing it, expressing his passion while trying hard to concentrate on the road and his driving with the other. I kept sucking and swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, licking the pre-cum that was escaping.

“Fuck!” I could see him clench his muscles as he tried to control his orgasm, but he couldn’t. He released right in my mouth, as I wanted him to. The warm fluid spilled out of my mouth onto his jeans. I swallowed and then laughed as I reached into my purse for my mouthwash. I rinsed and spat it out the window. He was silent as he looked at me with amazement. Soon that silence became tension with nothing but the stare between us. Nickleback’s
Animal
started playing and the desire became greater.

“Fuck this,” he exclaimed as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into his mouth. We feverishly kissed as he was driving down the highway with one hand on the wheel. He pulled my head away from his mouth and stared at me with great desire. I straddled him and started to grind on his already hard cock. I was craving him and I needed to have him in me now. I pulled my shorts off, reached down, and felt the trail of wetness my desire had left me. I slipped two fingers inside and then pulled them to my mouth and started to suck on them, tasting my juice. His eyes became a deeper green, displaying his want for me. I took his hardened rod and slid down on it.

“Fuck!” he cried out. I began to ride him slowly up and down laying my head on his shoulder so he could still see the road.

“Baby, ahh, shit Maya.” He moaned aloud out of satisfaction. I nibbled on his ear and neck, expressing my deep pleasure. He pulled my head back and started sucking on the base of my neck.

“I can’t do this baby, hold on,” he said. We immediately pulled over off the shoulder into a grassy field and he put his truck in park.

“Faster, Maya,” he commanded as his eyes closed and he held his head back. I followed his instructions and started to bounce and grind harder and faster. He grabbed my hips for balance as I kept going harder and harder.

“Nick, Nick, Nicholas!” I took a deep breath as I reached my orgasm and threw my head back. He pulled me down and he gritted his teeth and exhaled loudly as he stilled deep in me. He pulled me into him and I laid my head on his shoulder. He stroked my hair, held me close, and kissed me on my head.

“Maya, baby, what are you fucking doing to me?” he asked. I looked up at him and gave him a kiss.

“We should be getting on with the driving,” I said. I eased off him, cleaned up, and put my shorts back on.

"Maya, why are you pulling away from me?” Nicholas asked.

“I'm not pulling away. I'm worried about getting to your parents’ house at a reasonable time.”

“You don't have to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you,” Nicholas said to me.

“But you have hurt me,” I said, not wanting to discuss it, but I couldn't ignore the obvious. Nicholas had a look of pain on his face when he realized that I was talking about Tabitha.

“I'm sorry. I took care of the problem that I caused and it will not happen again,” he said. I closed my eyes to fight the tears that were threatening.

“Nicholas not now, okay?” As I opened my eyes, a tear fell. He took his hands, wiped my tears, and gently kissed my forehead and my lips.

“Okay. Whenever you are ready to talk, I will tell you everything.” He started up his truck and we pulled back onto the highway and continued our trip.

****

    We pulled into the circular decorative drive at his parents’ home around seven thirty p.m., about an hour later than expected. It was an immaculate, six bedroom, and six bath home in Palm Beach Gardens with a one-bedroom guesthouse out back. It had a pool with whirlpool attached, a summer kitchen with a built-in grill along an open patio. The interior had both a mixture of carpet and marble flooring, a media room, family room, separate dining areas, and a fabulous kitchen.

“Thank goodness you two are okay. I thought something may have happened to you,” his mom said, appearing from the dining area with a sarcastic smug on her face, directed at him of course. Mr. Hansen looked at us with a smile of knowledge and a slight chuckle as Mrs. Hansen hugged me.

“See Lor, I told you they were okay.” He winked and escorted us to the dining table as we looked at each other and smiled with the understanding that his dad could tell what we actually had done. We sat at the table and enjoyed our meal of roasted chicken breast, asparagus, red potatoes, and from scratch dinner rolls that Mrs. Hansen had prepared.

“I guess you will be staying the night up at the ranch son,” Mr. Hansen said to Nicholas as if it was a direction versus a question.

“Yes, Dad. Maya and I will stay the night and make sure that the horses are ready for Raymond to pick up in the morning.” I looked at Nicholas and he smiled at me. I am sure that was his way of apologizing to me ahead of time since I was not aware that work was in my plans for the weekend.