Page 34 of Who’s Playing You (In The Nick of Time #1)

NICK SOBA

I hummed out a tune while I swayed us back and forth. My chin rested on Scottie’s shoulder as I held her tight to me from behind, my hands wrapped around her waist leading her from left to right by mere inches.

“As lovely as this is,” she said as she tried to stir the sauce in front of us on the stove. “I think the sauce will just start to burn if we don’t stop,” she warned on a giggle.

Considering I didn’t ever want this moment to end, I simply replied, “Fuck the sauce. We can make more,” and then turned her in my arms, threading my fingers through her hair and leading her mouth to mine. She hummed in response and I swallowed her pleasure.

I blindly found the knob on the stove to turn the sauce off before leading Scottie to the left, away from the hot stove, never letting my lips leave hers. She squealed when I hoisted her onto the counter, tugging her back to the edge so I could grind into her barely covered center.

As I kissed down her neck, she leaned her head to the side to give me better access and I felt the vibrations of her throat before I heard her say, “I thought you said you were going to feed me,” in a teasing tone.

I growled against her skin, feeling every fiber of my being being tested like I’d never been challenged before. Because all I wanted was her - all of her.

I tugged at the collar of my T-shirt, which I’d slipped over her head when we left the studio earlier.

I kissed the newly exposed skin. I’d been extremely disappointed when she put her panties back on in the studio, but I’d convinced her that my T-shirt and her panties were the best thing she could wear to dinner, since she didn’t want to wear her birthday suit.

The rest of her clothes were still scattered somewhere on the floor of the studio, where I’d hope they'd stay for days to come.

I’d only put on a pair of shorts in the house, after walking buck-naked through the courtyard and back to the house with her, which had entertained her greatly.

But in my mind, I was just trying to set the precedent for what was to come: us naked, all the time, absolutely everywhere on the property.

“I did. I did indeed promise that.” I conceded. “However, I’d much rather eat you.”

She chuckled as she tugged on my hair. “As tempting as that sounds…” she tugged firmly enough that I was forced to remove my head from between her breasts and look up at her.

I hissed in response because the burn in my scalp from her tugging on my hair ignited something in my core. “Shit, I’m sorry,” she said as she loosened her grip.

“Don’t you dare let go, pull all you want, baby. It just makes me harder for you,” and to emphasize my point, I thrust into her still-swollen pussy. She half-gasped in response and her head lolled to the side of its own volition.

“But you’re right,” I said as I kissed back up her chest, then on her collarbone.

“I did promise to feed you.” I rained kisses down on her neck, planting one behind her ear and then sucking her earlobe into my mouth.

“I can’t be selfish and be the only one eating,” I reached her swollen lips and kissed her deeply.

When I released her lips, we both gasped for air. “Oh, I can-I mean, I can reciprocate… that sounds so mechanical. Shit, sorry. I mean, I can give you head… I didn’t mean to come off as a selfish partner.” She stuttered.

God how I loved this woman.

“That’s not what I meant at all, honey. But the offer is greatly appreciated and I’d love to take you up on it very soon,” I chuckled while I also adjusted my raging hard-on.

He’d heard her offer too and was very excited about its potential.

“I just meant, you don’t actually eat enough, Scottie.

You need to refuel. So while I’d love to eat you out again and extremely soon, and it would in fact be my absolute pleasure to do so, I actually want to feed you.

I can’t have you fading on me for lack of sustenance. ”

She gave me a quiet little smile in appreciation. “I just got carried away, having you in my arms, stirring sauce was so sexy.”

She let out a full body laugh, “Stirring sauce does it for you?”

“When I’ve got you in my arms in nothing but my shirt, your ass tucked into me - where it belongs - all in my kitchen? Yeah, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen since I had you on your back out on that table in the barn,” I stated as I swooped down and captured her nipple with my teeth.

She screamed out in surprise and admonished me, “Nicholas!” and swatted at my bare back.

I just laughed while I tugged her hips forward and captured her, holding the backs of her thighs, leaving her no choice but to wrap her legs around me and her arms around my neck.

She was at the perfect height and I just kissed her.

And kissed her some more.

I walked like this through the kitchen, reluctantly setting her down on her own feet on the other side. I couldn’t help the growl of frustration that I let out because I had to give up touching her while I made her dinner. She just laughed at my frustration. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“What can I say? I’m addicted.”

She playfully swatted at my bare chest. “But fine. I’ll have dinner ready in a few, do you want to grab some bowls, silverware and glasses?”

“I can manage that,” she said on a husky exhale as she took a step back from me. Then another. All while eye-fucking me. I couldn’t help the groan that escaped from me again.

Fifteen minutes later I had Scottie back up on a counter, this time on the big island in the center of our kitchen. I had her legs wrapped around my hips, and I loved that she crossed them around my ass. I had our food laid out next to us and was able to reach enough of it to feed her.

What?

You thought I wasn’t going to feed her myself? Every single bite? If you thought that, you’re insane.

She had started to pull out one of the stools by the island when I had our meal finished but I had quickly pulled her into me and hoisted her onto the counter and told her, “There we go, now let’s eat,” as I pulled the various plates closer to us.

She’d told me she was capable of feeding herself.

I think that she was actually more curious to see what the hell I was getting at.

And I’d shown her another five seconds later when I brought the fork to her lips.

I’d baked my favorite Caesar chicken breasts, and I knew she was going to love it as much as I did.

When I’d brought the piece of chicken to her lips, holding the fork there momentarily while she eyed it, then me, I stared at her in return and said, “Open.”

Watching her wrap her lips around that fork, yeah well, I’d never in my life been more jealous of an object. Fuck my life , it was so sexy how she did that.

She had slowly begun to chew and when her tongue had momentarily slipped out to lick her lips I leaned forward and kissed her lips. When I pulled back I said, “Good girl.”

That’s how the rest of our meal had gone, me feeding Scottie and savoring the intimacy that we’d shared on this day. It was special.

A day I’d never forget.

After we had finished with dinner and cleaned up, which she had insisted on doing, I’d tried to persuade her to stay the night with me. I knew it was a lot though - a lot in a short time period for us… well, more so for her than me.

When I saw the hesitation on her face, I’d told her it was alright and that there was always next time. That seemed to relax her.

I hated seeing her collect her clothes and put them back on. It was awful. But at least I convinced her to wear my T-shirt. I suggested she sleep in it tonight.

More like insisted.

When I walked her to her car, I remembered how much I hated her car. Let’s not mince words but simply call a spade a spade: it was a piece of shit. It was a death trap and it was on its last leg. It was nowhere near safe enough for Scottie and she needed something better suited for her.

“Honey, this car…” I began.

“What’s the matter with my car?” her eyebrows shot up as she looked between me and the car. “My mechanic just went through her. She’s fine… ish.”

“Oh?” I said without judgement. Meanwhile I was judging so hard but I wasn’t going to let her know that.

“Yeah, he went through Bessie and got her an oil change, fixed the brakes and stuff.”

“Well that’s good,” I replied to placate her.

“Yeah. He did warn me that she might not have much life left in her, but he did all that could be done.”

“And you, ah, like this car?” because I certainly didn’t like this car. It was old and unsafe for the precious cargo it was hauling around. If she got in an accident in this thing… I’d hate to think what would happen.

She looked at me and showed a little defensiveness. “Yes, Nicholas, I like this car. She’s been with me through… well, a lot.”

With that I realized that she wouldn’t willingly let the Honda go and use the car I’d already bought for her. I’d have to force her hand.

I’d bought her a new Cadillac Escalade. I knew she liked the Honda because she could easily haul around all her art stuff like her larger canvases, and that the car kind of acted like a van at times for her.

So she needed a larger vehicle with lots of trunk space.

But in my viewpoint? She needed something way more luxurious and primarily something that was safe.

The Escalade was parked two cars over from where we stood next to her Honda, and it was fresh from the factory with all the bells and whistles - something I was fully aware she’d never consider for herself and would probably not even want.

But still… it was super safe, had plenty of space, and had every luxury that Scottie deserved .

I leaned in and kissed her lips in a chaste kiss. “Sounds like you two have a lot of history,” I told her sincerely. Meanwhile my brain was plotting if I had enough sugar in the house and if I had enough time to follow her home so that I could pour said sugar into her gas tank.

I had to meet with my new PT early in the morning and I needed to get myself to bed soon. But this car situation was more important right now. Especially considering it would keep me up all night until I’d get this situation sorted.

Knowing what I was about to do, essentially murder her car, I leaned in and kissed her again and when I pulled back, placing my forehead against hers, I said, “Well, if you ever want to change things up, you’re welcome to use any of my cars.”

“That’s very kind of you, but I think old Bessie and I will do just fine,” she replied before giving me a smile.

“The offer stands. Any time, any car,” I said as I pulled away and leaned over to open her driver’s side door for her. “You’re sure that I can’t convince you to stay?” It was my last ditch effort.

“Nicholas…” she admonished me.

I chuckled. “You can’t blame a guy for trying,” I simply stated. “Drive safe, honey. Text me when you’re home. And tomorrow night? We’re still on, yeah?”

“I will,” she said as she slipped behind the wheel. “And yes, we are. I’ll see you then.”

I just grinned, because she’d agreed to come over late-afternoon before I would get home, and set up for our next session. Once she had seen the view from the patio off my living room, I’d suggested we have our next session (or all of them) here. It was an easy sell, and I knew it.

“Alright, sweetheart. See you then.” And with that I shut her door and backed up while she reversed out of her parking spot and pulled down my driveway. Once she was out of view, I hustled back to the house to see if I had any sugar in my house. This was a dire situation.

Operation Bye-bye Bessie was underway.