Page 8 of Don’t You Dare Marry Me (Love in Massachusetts #3)
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Abagail was so sore.
The bed was warm and comforting, but she dragged herself from the sheets and steadied herself before she stood up. Revenge fuck wasn’t one she’d done before, but she had to say, revenge tasted sweet. Especially when it came in the form of Nicola.
Her knees threatened to give out as she stood at the edge of the bed and stretched up on her toes.
The numerous toys they’d tried and used were left abandoned all over the bed itself, the nightstand, and even the floor.
Abagail’s lips quirked upward. Who knew that Nicola had such a side of kink to her?
Surely Warren had never gotten this kind of special treatment.
Not that she really wanted to think about her nephew’s sex life.
Nope. She could stay far away from that train of thought and be very happy to live into another day.
Abagail ran her hand against the back of her head and then down her neck, rubbing out some of the knots that had accrued in the muscles there.
Nicola slept peacefully on the mattress, the blanket wrapped around her legs and pressed against her chest, but her back bare, the curve of her waist and ass showing to anyone who might walk by.
Abagail snagged her phone and sent a text to delay breakfast another hour so she had time to clean up and relax her aching body.
Bending down slowly and carefully, Abagail picked up the toys on the floor first. She put them into a pile on the end of the bed so that she could clean them later.
She didn’t trust anyone to clean them like she did, wanting to make sure that they were scrubbed and sanitized exactly like they should be.
Nicola hadn’t stirred yet, so Abagail walked around to the other side of the bed and brushed her fingers across Nicola’s cheek. “You need to wake up.”
“Too early,” Nicola grumbled.
Abagail’s lips quirked upward slightly, which was a surprise. Normally she hated when her lovers pushed back at her, but something in the way Nicola did it was adorable. “We need to shower and clean up from last night.”
Nicola groaned and buried her face in the pillow. “Later.”
“No. Now.” Abagail leaned down Nicola’s body and grabbed her ass, squeezing. “Get up.” With one more squeeze, Abagail stood up and made her way into the hallway, stepping over Nicola’s clothes. “Bathroom’s across the hall.”
“Are we showering together?” Nicola asked, suddenly sounding far more awake than she had five seconds ago.
Abagail didn’t answer her. Instead, she walked directly into the bathroom, peed, and then turned on the water as hot as she could stand it. By the time the bathroom door opened and closed again, Abagail had already been standing under the spray and letting the heat work its magic on her body.
“Are we really showering together?” Nicola asked, holding open the glass door to the shower.
Abagail frowned, looking over Nicola’s very naked body which now included bruises from a few bites that Abagail had managed to give her last night. “Only if you want to.”
“Of course I want to.” Nicola grinned brightly. “It’s just… not something I ever thought you’d be interested in doing.”
“Hmm…” Abagail held out her hand for Nicola to take. Once their fingers connected, Abagail’s heart stuttered slightly and her knees went weak. The heat must be too much. She’d turn the temperature down in a second. “I can be a lot more adventurous than most people think.”
“I’ll say.” Nicola pressed Abagail into the cold tiled wall.
Abagail grunted, but it felt nice against her skin.
Nicola winked at her before slowly sliding down to her knees, her back and feet in the edges of the spray.
She dropped kisses against Abagail’s skin, the tops of her breasts, her nipples, and over her stomach.
Instinctively, Abagail parted her legs, leaving just enough space for Nicola to fit right between them.
This hadn’t been her intention when inviting Nicola into the shower this morning.
She’d assumed that their little tryst was over and done with, but they did need to clean themselves up to prevent potential infections.
Abagail’s heart hammered when Nicola’s mouth covered her clit, when her fingers slid inside her again.
Abagail pressed her head back against the wall, holding onto the soap dispenser to keep herself upright.
Fuck. Nicola had been right. Doing this years ago would have been amazing. Nicola should have been hers this entire time instead of Warren’s. He’d been hiding this hot young fox and tamping her down, hadn’t he? He probably didn’t even know what to do with someone like Nicola.
“You taste so fucking good,” Nicola muttered against Abagail’s body before diving back in.
Abagail clenched her eyes shut tight, the heat from the shower and the arousal coiling together and threatening to overwhelm her.
She pressed her toes hard into the shower floor to keep herself upright as Nicola pulled her thigh over her shoulder to get a better—deeper—angle.
Abagail cried out loudly, just trying to keep up with all of the sensations.
She pushed Nicola’s head away, really needing to give her body some sort of respite from orgasming. Last night had been long and sweet and amazing, but she did need to let her muscles recuperate a bit before they continued. Well, not that they were going to do that anyway.
Pulling Nicola to stand up, Abagail turned herself so she was completely under the hot spray of water.
How was she going to handle this? Normally when she went into flings, there was a lot of conversation ahead of time about the expectations of the relationship and just how long everything was going to last.
She and Nicola had started that conversation, but they’d both been intoxicated and they hadn’t come to any sort of agreement—at least not formally. Brushing her hands through her hair, she was surprised when Nicola pressed hands to her hips and pulled her out of the water and flipped places.
“We should probably talk about what happens next,” Abagail started, introducing Nicola to the conversation that had been racing through her mind all morning.
Nicola winked at her and dipped her head under the spray.
Water sluiced its way over her shoulders, her breasts, against her hardened nipples, and down her body.
Abagail followed it, her gaze lingering right between Nicola’s legs, right where she wanted to find herself again.
It was just the fact that she was so used to having one or two weeks with her flings, and only having one night with Nicola was throwing off her rhythm.
That’s all the attraction was.
“I’m not sure anything happens next,” Nicola said, reaching for the shampoo. “We said this was a one-night revenge fuck. That’s all it is, right?”
“Right.” Abagail stepped back under the water while Nicola lathered her hair up.
She pressed her hand between her legs and started to clean her labia and her body, but she couldn’t drag her gaze away from Nicola.
Everything she did was a tease. “I already spoke with Cal, and he’s getting your car to a mechanic so it’s functional. ”
“W-what?” Nicola stuttered, her entire body stilling. “Why would you do that?”
“Because you couldn’t get your engine to start last night.” Abagail squinted slightly, trying to figure out where she’d slipped up, but she couldn’t reason it out.
“When did you do that?” Nicola shook her head.
“While you were sleeping this morning.” Abagail took some of the shampoo and lathered her own hair up.
“I figured it was the least I could do, since you’re short on cash.
” Why had that small sneer ended up in her voice?
Abagail hated that it did. She’d meant for this to be a nice thing for Nicola, not something to point out how poor she was.
“Uh… thanks, I guess. But I need cash, not my car fixed.”
Abagail stilled. Weren’t the two the same? “What do you need cash for if it’s not to fix your car?”
Nicola frowned and then moved to put herself under the water, effectively ending the conversation.
Abagail took the soap and lathered up her body while she waited for Nicola to be finished.
She had an entire day’s schedule to get started on, and it was going to be a long day at that.
She had to set Ivy up to be gone and prepare for the upcoming divorce trial that she had finally gotten scheduled.
And they needed to figure out once and for all what was happening at Ivy’s old place of work, the doctor’s office that really was the bane of Abagail’s existence.
“I don’t want your money,” Nicola said, wringing out her hair before she reached for the conditioner.
Abagail had a sharp retort on the tip of her tongue, but she stopped herself and instead went to rinse her hair and body.
Nicola had practically begged her last night in the bar for cash, and she knew that she’d tried to coerce Warren into giving her money.
There had to be a good explanation behind it, which Abagail really wanted to know now.
Wiping off her face, Abagail stared Nicola down hard. “You wanted it last night.”
“I was drunk last night,” Nicola mumbled and tried to step around Abagail in the shower, but Abagail stopped her.
“You weren’t drunk when you asked me for money. And you weren’t drunk when you asked Warren for it.”
“Yeah, well, he’s an ass.” Nicola frowned and then winced. “I’m sorry. I realize he’s your nephew, but after quitting my job for him and believing the promises he made, I figured he should pay me back something.”
“Pay you back?” Abagail kept her hand on Nicola’s arm tight. She didn’t want to elongate this conversation any more than it already was.
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want or need your money.”
“Then earn it.” Where the hell had that thought come from? Abagail was going to bury herself in the ground for this one, wasn’t she?
Nicola snorted and forced her way under the spray of water again. “No thanks!”