Page 50 of Hale Yes (Highway to Hale #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY

The pussy spoon incident

Helix

Now that I’ve regained the use of my legs, I begin to right my clothes while Nicolette grins smugly at me. “You’re coming home with me tonight,” I tell her. “I was going to fuck you on my desk, but I think we need more privacy.”

A delighted shudder dances through her body, and I smile at her reaction.

“Whatever you say, boss.”

Checking over my desk, I see the manila envelope sitting there. “Can you initial those results and then put them in the safe?”

Nicolette grabs a pen and scrawls her initials on the envelope before lifting it. “You want to unlock it for me?”

I nod to my computer. “Use the app on my laptop. The code is seven-nine-four-six-six-four-six-four.”

She laughs as she flips open my laptop and gets to work. I can’t stop staring at the smudge of her lipstick around her mouth. Not sure I’ve ever seen anything sexier.

“How did you come up with that number? Is it a combination of birthdays or something?”

“Nope, it spells swimming on a telephone keypad. I’ve used that combination of numbers for years for secret stuff because it seems random to anyone else. I think Phoenix is the only person I’ve told about it.”

The lockbox door on the wall pops open, and Nicolette slides the envelope inside. “So this is where you keep all the secret formulas?” she asks before closing the door and making sure it’s secure.

“Yes, my dad is the only other one with access to the safe, and he has his own code to get in.” I stride toward her and grasp her hips. “Let’s go home. I have some spanking to get to.”

Nicolette is bent over my legs with her ass in the air. I’d planned to do this in my bedroom, but I couldn’t seem to wait once we were alone in my home, so we didn’t make it farther than the breakfast nook of my kitchen.

“Are you going to tickle my balls again?” I ask, eliciting a giggle from her.

“You know you like it.”

I swat her ass again, adding a bit more color to the already red shade. “In front of my father?” I ask.

“Okay, maybe that was a bit much. I promise I won’t do that again.”

“Good girl,” I purr, rubbing her butt softly. My woman seems to love receiving spankings as much as I love giving them to her. Her pussy is dripping wet. Picking up the wooden spoon I grabbed earlier, I show it to her. “Can I use this on you? I promise I won’t leave a mark on your perfect skin.”

Nicolette twists her head to look up at me. “I trust you.”

Her words are simple, but god, they hit me directly in the chest. Because I trust her too, and my trust is a really fucking hard thing to earn.

I lean down and kiss her before gently turning her head to face down at the floor. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”

She does, putting that pretty cunt on full display for me. I rub the spoon between her legs, letting her feel the smooth surface before I slap her pussy with it.

“Oh!” She jolts, and I rest my forearm along her back to steady her.

“Do you need your safe word?” I ask, my voice gruff with need because I’m so damn turned on right now.

“No, do it again,” she breathes.

I clench my jaw and grit my teeth at the perfection of this woman. Three more spoon spanks leave her cunt red and dripping, and I’m about to burst from my pants.

Helping her to stand, I turn her to face away from me and softly kiss her ass cheeks. I have some arnica cream upstairs that I’ll smooth on for her later. But for now…

Nicolette is already naked. I’d stripped her as soon as we entered, but I quickly remove my own clothes before hoisting her legs around my waist. Her sex is bare against mine, and she swivels her hips, coating me with her wetness.

“I have condoms upstairs,” I tell her, searching her face for a reaction. “Or you could let me take you raw against the wall.”

Her breath catches and her eyes widen as we stare at each other for a long moment. Instead of answering with words, she places her hands on my shoulders and lifts herself a few inches before notching her opening over my tip.

“I’ve never done this without protection,” she tells me.

“Me neither,” I assure her, and then she’s sliding down, using gravity and her desire to sink onto my cock. I have to close my eyes at the sensation. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The slickness and heat of her surrounding me is almost too much.

I open my eyes and walk us across the nook to the wall, where I press Nicolette’s back. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this.”

She grabs the back of my head and slams her mouth to mine as I slide all the way home inside her until our groins are flush. We both moan into the kiss and begin to move. It’s slow, each of us taking in these new sensations of pleasure like we’ve never experienced.

Her inner walls are tight and grip me like a fist. I thought her mouth on me earlier was the ultimate, but this feeling surpasses it a thousandfold.

I break the kiss and watch as she tilts her head against the wall and closes her eyes.

I want to demand that she open her eyes and look at me, but she’s too damn beautiful like this, lost in her own euphoria. And I’m lost in her.

My hands grip her ass and pull her down onto me as I thrust upward, our bodies meeting with soft slaps of flesh. I adjust my angle a little until I find the spot that has her fingers clenching in my hair.

“Oh god. Right there, Helix. Don’t stop, baby.”

“Not stopping,” I grunt. A team of highly trained Navy SEALs could burst through the door right now, and they wouldn’t be able to pull me off my woman.

Mine. Mine, mine, mine . It’s a mantra running through my head, and I test the word on my tongue and give it my voice.

“Mine.”

Nicolette’s eyes pop open, and she stares at me, wide-eyed before her face relaxes into a soft smile. “Yes, I’m yours.”

Have there ever been three words as beautiful as those? Screw poetry. Nicolette saying she’s mine is my poetry, and I want to give her the same gift.

“And I’m yours.” It comes out more easily than I would have expected, but it feels good. My soul feels lighter somehow after saying it.

I push forward with a particularly deep thrust, and Nicolette moans, her hands tugging my hair so hard I may have a bald spot.

I don’t give a fuck. I do it again and again until she’s coming around me with my name on her lips.

I don’t stop until I feel her fingers loosen and her hands drop to my shoulders as her breaths come out in harsh pants.

But I’m a greedy bastard, and I want more.

Dipping my head, I take one of her nipples into my mouth, and she gasps. I suck her hard, giving her a scrape of my teeth across the tender bud, and she moans, “Oh god, that feels so good.”

“Give me another one,” I demand, moving to the other breast to give it the same treatment.

“I don’t think I can.”

I kiss up her chest and neck until we’re eye to eye. “You can and you will. Put your hands above your head.” She hesitates until I narrow my eyes at her, and then she complies.

Taking both her wrists in one of my hands, I use the other to hold her up while I pull back my hips and give her a long, slow stroke. “Feel that, baby?” I ask. “That’s all for you. My cock belongs to only you.”

She quivers around my throbbing erection, and I have to hold back my own orgasm until I get another from her. I don’t just want it. I need her pleasure like I need air.

A dozen more thrusts have us right on the edge, and my entire body tenses as it prepares for the impending orgasm. “I can’t hold back. Come for me, my queen.”

My words tip her over, and I follow a second later, holding myself deep inside her perfect pussy and letting go. I watch the grimace of ecstasy on Nicolette’s face, the way she bares her teeth and squishes her eyes closed. And I fall into the abyss of something I never imagined.

Releasing her hands, I press my forehead against the wall beside her head and inhale the sweat from her skin as a few of her escaped curls tickle the side of my face. I continue to pump gently into her, my release mixing with hers.

I don’t know what to do with all these feelings. I don’t know how to handle this aching sweetness in my heart. Because…

I think I’m falling in love with this woman.

“Enjoy your bath, queenie,” I tell her, brushing my hand across the top of her messy head. “I’ll get dinner started, but text me when you’re getting out so I can put arnica cream on your butt.”

She looks up at me with fire and adoration in her green eyes. “I can put cream on my rear by myself.”

I bend and kiss her before capturing her eyes with my own. “I know you can, Nicolette. You are a strong, capable elephant, but I want to take care of you. It’s important to me.”

Her face softens, and she gives me a nod.

Downstairs, I start making a nice sauce I’ll serve over pasta. I have a chef that comes in and meal preps for me once a week, but I want to do this all by myself. For Nicolette.

My mother is of Italian descent, so I use her recipe, adding in all the spices she taught me about when I was little. I liked cooking with my mom, while Phoenix wasn’t patient enough to sit still long enough to learn. Being with Mom in her kitchen brings back some of my best memories.

My eyes fall on the breakfast nook, and I see the wooden spoon I’d used to spank Nicolette’s pussy. Walking over, I pick it up and rub it against my lips. Then, I go back to the stove and use that spoon to stir the sauce with a big grin on my face.

When Nicolette texts me that she’s getting out of the sunken tub, I turn the sauce on low and rest the pussy spoon on the spoonrest before hauling ass upstairs. I find her wrapped in one of my fluffy white towels, the loose curls at her nape damp from the hot bath.

“Okay, can I just say that I love your bathtub? It has spoiled me for baths now.”

I lead her to the counter and unwrap the towel.

“You are welcome to come bathe at my house any time, baby. Now lean forward.” Snagging the arnica cream from the cabinet, I smooth a generous amount over her ass cheeks.

The redness is no longer visible, masked by the pretty flush from her time in my luxurious bathtub.

When I’m done, I turn her around and kiss her thoroughly. “Thank you for taking care of me,” she says, her voice sweet and vulnerable. I like that she shows me this side of her, so I kiss her again.

“I have sauce on the stove. Come down when you’re ready.”

Winding my way down the stairs, I hear a noise from my kitchen, but I’m not worried. I know who it is before I even turn the corner. I recognize my twin immediately, even though he’s got his back to me.

Phoenix senses me before I say anything—it’s a twin thing—and says, “This sauce smells fucking good.”

Holy fucking hell. He’s holding the pussy spoon and lifting it to his lips.

“Stop!” I yell, rushing over and snatching the spoon from his hand and splattering sauce all over. “Don’t eat that.”

“Whoa, okay,” he says, lifting both hands in surrender. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive about sharing food with your brother.”

“I’m not sensitive,” I tell him indignantly as I set the spoon down and start cleaning up the mess. “You just can’t eat this sauce.”

Phoenix’s face morphs into one of horror, and he retches. “Oh my god,” he gasps, making another gagging sound. “Did you jizz in it?”

I burst out laughing and smack him upside his stupid head. “No, you moron, but…” I pick up the spoon and give it a long lick while giving him a pointed look.

He seems to get the picture, somewhat anyway, and finally stops making puke noises. Again, the twin brain thing.

“I’ll be damned. You kinky motherfucker. What exactly did you do with that spoon?”

“None of your business,” I tell him, spotting a blob of sauce I missed and quickly swiping it away. I have a housekeeper that cleans twice a week, but I’m very conscious of cleaning up after myself. I’m a grown-ass man and not some frat boy punk who expects someone else to pick up my messes.

“Phoenix, hey!” We both turn to see Nicolette entering the kitchen barefoot and wearing my navy-blue bathrobe. It swallows her, and she looks adorable in it.

“Hey, shorty,” he says, crossing to her and curling an arm around her neck to give her a kiss on the top of her head. A possessive feeling creeps up my spine, but it’s not exactly jealousy. Not where my twin is concerned. I trust him more than anything.

Phoenix has always been my person, but watching them together, I can see there’s room for Nicolette to situate herself beside him in our circle of trust. I like the thought of that, having two people.

“I’m not short,” Nicolette protests. “You two are just freakishly tall.”

My twin widens his eyes, placing a hand over his heart. “How did you know I was a freak? I mean, I know you’re aware of how this guy operates.” He glances at the spoon and then at me, and I give him a murderous glare.

Nicolette shoves him playfully and laughs. “You are so crazy. Are you staying for dinner?”

“No!” Phoenix and I say together.

We lay in my bed facing each other late that evening. One of Nicolette’s legs is between mine, and she’s wearing one of my T-shirts. I never knew how much I would like that. She traces the lines of my shoulder and arm before leaning in to kiss the scar on my shoulder.

“What happened here? Did you have surgery?”

My eyes dart down to the ugly scar with her pretty lips against it. “I did. Five years ago.”

She nuzzles her head beneath my chin. “Is that why you stopped swimming competitively?”

I hesitate before answering. “Yes. It ended my career.”

“I’m sorry. I know that must have been hard.” She lays a soft kiss on my neck. “You can talk to me about it if you want.”

Pulling her closer, I absorb the warmth of her body against mine and feel the need to tell her everything. But I don’t.

“It’s okay,” I say. “I’m over it.” And for the first time, I think that might actually be true.