Page 31 of For the Plot (The Stone Siblings #1)

James

The Words - Christina Perri

Collins knew. Obviously about Nikki and I having sex.

But I meant he knew how I really felt about Nikki.

I don’t know how he knew, if he’d seen something in my eyes that night he’d found us or what.

He hadn’t said anything to me about it, but I could see it in the way he watched me when we were all together.

I was extra careful around her now, trying to go back to looking at her the way I had before this all started.

But when we were alone, we were usually fucking, I kept trying to show her how good things could be between us if this were real.

I just needed to get her to come out with me again, and finally, I had the perfect excuse.

Sasha had invited me and a plus-one to the annual Halloween bash she threw at the bar, invite-only. Collins would be on shift that night, and Will was going to a work party, which he usually never attended, but this year surprised us all when he said he was going.

Which meant it was the perfect opportunity for me to take Nikki to Sasha's party. I’d asked her a few days ago, while we’d been lying in bed after a vigorous round of fucking. And luckily, it hadn’t taken too much convincing on my part. Nikki loved Halloween and loved dressing up for parties.

I asked Will to drop me off at the bar a little early to help Sasha out with setup, but really, I just wanted to surprise Nikki with my outfit when she showed up at the party later.

I’d winked at her as I walked past her in the living room on our way out the door, my costume in a garment bag.

Will dropped me off at the party, telling me not to do anything he wouldn’t do, before cackling and driving away.

I let myself into the bar, which was currently empty, just a few decorations thrown up on the walls so far.

“Sasha? Where you at?” I shouted.

I didn’t get a response, so I went through the door in the back, which was propped open, that lead up to Sasha and Lauren's cozy two-bedroom apartment, the second bedroom being used as storage for all of her photography shit.

They were with a handful of their friends were hanging around the high-top dining room table.

“Ahhh, I guess I found the real party,” I called out, tossing my garment bag onto the couch.

I didn't know most of them, but they all boisterously welcomed me, already half-drunk.

Everyone took a shot, then we all broke apart to go finish getting all the decorations and food set up and get into costume.

I couldn't help myself from smiling giddily as I got dressed. I looked in the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of the long, leather coat. I was gonna be hot as fuck in this and would probably have to take the coat off quickly, but the rest of the outfit would still clue people in to who I was.

I couldn't wait for Nikki to see me in my costume. I was dressed as Captain Hook from the show Once Upon A Time , aka Nikki’s favorite fictional pirate, and biggest crush.

To be fair, I also loved pirates—maybe it was a bisexual thing?

I smiled as I took in my reflection, loving the way it looked.

Under the pirate coat, I had a red brocade vest over a black button-up.

They were both opened up halfway down my chest, revealing a light sprinkling of chest hair.

The shirt under the vest was tucked into the black leather pants, in turn tucked into boots.

A black leather belt was slung around my hips, a fake sword hanging from the scabbard.

I even got a necklace similar to the one Hook wore, along with two chunky silver rings on my right hand.

I added some smudged eye liner as a finishing touch, then held the hook inside the cuff with my left hand.

Honestly, the whole thing turned out pretty great.

By the time I was done and back downstairs in the bar, the party was just getting started, the first few people arriving, music pumping through the speakers.

I pulled my phone out to find a text from Nikki saying that she’d be here in twenty.

The party is always impressive, mostly so that Sasha has so many friends. I definitely couldn't relate.

I mingled, chatting with different people as I killed time waiting for Nikki to show up.

I kept looking towards the door to see if she had arrived, but the song “Monster Mash” came on and everyone cheered in excitement, distracting me for a moment.

When I turned back to the door, I caught a flash of a brown pirate costume.

I froze, my mouth hanging open, when I saw who it was.

Nikki stood in front of the door, staring back at me, her lips just slightly parted.

Her hair was straightened, falling around her shoulder in silky black sheets under a dark brown pirate hat.

She wore a long brown leather coat with gold buckles, a brown cross shoulder belt holding a fake sword at her side.

A reddish-brown vest was buttoned right under her breasts, over a white button-down pirate shirt, unbuttoned enough to show a drool-worthy amount of cleavage.

Brown trousers and brown pirate boots completed the ensemble.

And in her hand she was clutching a replica of the compass.

Nikki was dressed like fucking Elizabeth Swann. OK, so pirates were definitely a bisexual thing. I was already hard just from the sight of her in that costume.

When our eyes met after our mutual perusal, Nikki’s pupils were blown as wide as mine probably were. We both devolved into laughter as we made our way towards each other.

“Well, hello there, Miss Swann.” I grinned cheekily at her, my eyes unwillingly sliding down to her tits.

“My eyes are up here, Killian ,” Nikki smirked at me as my eyes snapped back to hers.

I shrugged my shoulders as I replied, “Pirate, love.”

Nikki bit her lip, eyes sweeping over me again. "Pirate indeed."

I reached out my hand for hers and pulled her into me. I slid my other around her waist, tucking her tightly against me as I lowered my mouth to hers, angling to avoid the pointed tip of her hat. Her free hand sunk into my hair, sighing against my lips as I sought entrance with my tongue.

She let me in, and I groaned softly at the taste of coffee on her tongue. Pulling back just enough to look at me, her eyes traced across my face. “How is it that you look better in eyeliner than me?” she asked incredulously.

"I sincerely doubt that."

She sighed in resignation. "You’ll just have to take my word for it."

“I say we're both equally hot in eyeliner.”

She huffed a short laugh, “Alright, we’ll compromise on that. But seriously James, holy shit. Did you just have a Killian Jones costume lying around that you never told me about?”

“Actually, I bought all the pieces to make it after I asked you to come to the party with me.”

Her eyes were warm, that same look I swore I saw in her eyes out in the rain. “Fuck, how are you always so sweet?”

“Don’t give me too much credit,” I replied, giving her a devilish look. “My intentions were also selfish. I know you’re obsessed with him, and I was hoping you’d want to jump my bones in this costume once we got home.”

Nikki’s eyes went half-lidded as she leaned back in to graze my lips.

After a moment I leaned further in to whisper in her ear, “I, like Hook, also enjoy pleasurable activities with a woman on her back.” I nipped her ear before pulling away, and she shuddered softly in my arms. Nikki glanced around the room, seeing the door up to Sasha's apartment propped open.

She held my hand, forging ahead and tugging me behind her.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

She didn’t respond, just tossing me a cheeky wink over her shoulder and leading me up the stairs. All four of us roommates had come to the party together two years ago, so she’d been here once before and seemed to remember exactly where she was going.

Marching right into the bathroom, Nikki knocked and waited a second before pushing it open. Once she confirmed it was empty, she shut and locked the door, then pushed me up against it.

“Why wait until we get home?” she asked, a wicked glint in her eyes as she leaned in, kissing and biting her way up my neck.

“Fuck, NikNak,” I breathed, turning my head to give her better access. “Do you even understand what you do to me?”

“I think I have some idea.” Her hand traveled down my chest as she sucked my earlobe into her mouth, squeezing my dick through my pants at the same time.

“And this outfit?” She pulled back, eyes lingering at my crotch before lifting back up to meet my gaze.

“It’s really doing it for me. So I want you to bend me over this bathroom sink and fuck me like a pirate.

Do you think you can do that?” she asked innocently, a challenge in her eyes.

I stalked towards her with a growl, grabbing her chin in my hand and kissing her desperately, using my other to take her hat off her head and toss it to the floor. I dropped that hand to her waist, pushing her back until her ass hit the counter.

Breaking away, I shrugged my pirate coat off, pushing hers down to the floor next before whispering against her lips, “Turn around, drop your pants, and bend over for me, darling.”

She shuddered, closing her eyes in pleasure, kissing me once more, briefly but deeply, before following directions. She turned around, and I watched in the mirror over her shoulder as she unbuttoned the pants, shoving them down her legs. I stopped her hands when they got just past her ass.

She looked questioningly at me in the mirror, but I ignored her.

My eyes drifted down to see the small patch of curls covering her pussy, framed by the vest held open by her hips.

“God, I can’t wait to feel that pussy squeezing every drop out of me, darling.

” Nikki whined, her chest heaving as she stared back at me in the mirror.

I put my hand on her back, gently pushing her forward over the counter.

Taking the hint, Nikki bent over, draping her arms on either side of the sink.

I stepped to the side of Nikki, so she could watch in the mirror as I unzipped my pants, and pulled my cock out, leaving myself otherwise fully dressed.

Nikki rubbed her thighs together, watching me hungrily as I gave myself a few strokes.

I pulled my wallet out of my pocket to grab a condom and rolled it on before stepping back behind her.

Flipping her vest up over her back, I finally got a good look at her, on full display for me.

The pants were tight around her thighs, holding them together so she couldn’t spread her legs.

I grabbed her ass cheeks, kneading into them as I spread her open.

I groaned at the sight of her pussy, already glistening with wetness.

Dropping to my knees, I opened my mouth against her pussy, eating her out from behind.

Nikki moaned, pushing back into me as I sucked her clit into my mouth.

She whined as I pulled away, and I chuckled darkly. “I’m not making you come with my mouth, at least not right now. I need my cock inside you right now.”

“Yes, please, James, I need you.” My heart surged at her words, and my hands shook as I grabbed her hip in one hand, using my other to direct myself into her. We sighed in unison as I finally entered her.

“Are you gonna be quiet for me, NikNak? I don’t want to share your noises with anyone else.” I leaned forward, pressing my back against hers as I made eye contact with her in the mirror. She was biting down on her lip so hard it was turning white as she nodded her head frantically.

“Good. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, darling, so hold on.”

She closed her eyes, letting her head drop forward, whining softly as I slammed into her.

I just hoped no one could hear us over the loud music thumping through the building.

My eyes were locked onto her bouncing tits in the mirror, and I watched as they jiggled every time my hips slammed into her ass.

Her quiet, bitten-off noises spurred me on even more.

I was already close, and I might have felt embarrassed about that if I couldn’t tell that Nikki was already just as far gone as I was.

“Fuck,” I grunted. “I’m gonna come, Nikki. I need you to come with me.”

“I’m so close,” she whined.

I leaned forward again, pressing my chest against her back so I could slide my hand around her hip and down to where we were joined.

I pulled out, leaving just the head of my cock inside her.

She cried out in protest, but before she could even get any words out, I slammed back into, pinching her clit at the same time.

Nikki buried her face against her arm, biting down to keep herself quiet as she convulsed around my dick. Her orgasm set mine off, and I slammed my eyes shut, clenching my teeth to keep from yelling out as I pulsed into her.

We stayed in that position, panting as we caught our breath on the come-down.

I gently pulled out of her, wincing at the loss of her heat.

I tossed the condom in the trash. I found a package of flushable wipes and used them to clean up Nikki and then myself.

My eyes stayed on her as we both got dressed again.

She turned around to look at me, a soft smile on her lips.

I grinned back, planting a kiss on the back of her hand, trying not to die from cuteness overload when she blushed at the gesture. I found it equal parts adorable and hilarious, seeing as I’d just been balls deep inside of her.

We rejoined the party and hung out for another hour before calling it quits. We’d been finding ways to touch each other all night, and I wasn’t done with her yet—and I had a feeling she felt the same. When we got home, I tugged her to my room.

Falling into bed again, we made out for what felt like hours.

I could have stayed there, wrapped up in her for eternity if she’d let me.

This time when we had sex, it felt different.

It was missionary, and it was slow, and deep, and passionate.

It didn’t feel like fucking, but like making love.

And afterwards, when she fell asleep in my arms instead of going back to her own room, I let myself believe—if only for a moment—that just maybe, Nikki could love me back.