Page 35 of Who’s Playing You (In The Nick of Time #1)

SCOTTIE ANDERSON

I was still floating in some alternate universe the next day. What Nicholas had done to my body… the things he’d said to me… the way he made me feel. I had no words.

I’d certainly never look at a paintbrush the same way again!

But my floating around on cloud nine was swiftly ended shortly after lunch.

I had loaded my car up with the materials I thought Nicholas and I would need today at his place, and I was going to run some errands before heading up to his house, but when I turned the key in my car, Bessie started and then promptly died.

Since it was Sunday, I couldn’t call Dom.

I hated to cancel on Nicholas, but this was out of my hands. I’d tried everything I could to start my car, but after it initially started and ran for a few seconds, it had just died. Since then, the engine wouldn’t turn over.

For all intents and purposes, Bessie was dead to the world right now.

I’d reluctantly texted Nicholas to give him the update.

I’m so sorry to have to do this, but I have to reschedule. My car that you love so much, she won’t start.

He had replied about five minutes later.

Nicholas:

Poor thing.

Nicholas:

But I’m sure she’ll be fine.

Nicholas:

No need to cancel. Be ready at 4:30. I’m picking you up.

I just gaped at my phone. There he went again, just fixing things. Finding no issue with what was clearly an issue.

We had gone back and forth but he’d been very persistent. And that’s how I found myself being picked up by him, yet again.

I was quickly learning that he was a true gentleman because as soon as he pulled up to the curb, he jumped out of his gigantic new truck - one I hadn’t seen before - came over to me, hugged me and then gave me a deep kiss before saying, “You look beautiful, honey. Is this all the stuff?” before he grabbed everything, threw it in his truck, and then ushered me into the new truck.

He then proceeded to buckle me in and give me a kiss once more.

“Let’s get going, I’ve got plans for us,” he told me and shut the door before driving us to his house.

My hands were still loaded with my materials as I walked from the mudroom into the open living space and Nicholas was on me. His big arms hugged me from behind as he whispered in my ear, “Let’s go have some fun,” as he led my arms to drop all my stuff to the floor and he kissed my neck.

I immediately melted for him and closed my eyes in pure bliss.

He spun me around in his arms and his lips found mine. I felt him lean down a little and before I knew it he had, much like the night before, lifted me up by the back of my thighs and was carrying me into the house.

When he released my lips I used the opportunity, “Nicholas! Put me down,” and then giggled, not really meaning the admonishment I was pretending to give him.

“Not a chance,” he replied.

He then laid me down on some sort of makeshift bed out on his stone patio that also acted as an extension of his living room. We had meant to set up our easels here to take in the view, but I guess Nicholas had other plans and other inspiration.

Not that I was complaining.

This too was very inspiring.

He kissed down my neck and between my breasts as he cradled himself between my thighs, gently grinding into me in rhythm with his kisses.

I ran my fingers through his soft dark hair, and he looked up at me through his lashes.

He left one last kiss on my bare stomach, where he’d pulled my shirt up, before grinning at me.

“I thought we were going to,” I began as he ground into my core again and I could feel how hard he’d grown and I moaned so loudly that I was glad that he didn’t have neighbors.

“Going to what, baby?”

“Mmm. I don’t know… this feels like a good plan too,” I trailed off as I scratched my nails down his shirt, grabbing the hem of it at its base and pulling it up and over his head.

He chuckled in response. “The best plan,” he said before capturing my lips once more.

Before long my shirt had joined his and he was unbuttoning my jean shorts, when his thigh began vibrating. I laughed out at his obvious frustration.

“Sorry, my phone,” he explained as he attempted to grab it from his pocket. “Let me turn it off.”

“If it’s important…” I trailed off as he looked at the screen.

He turned the device around to show me the screen where I saw a bunch of text previews, all from what looked to be a group chat titled Trickie Nickies.

“Definitely not important! Those assholes can wait,” he explained and dipped down to kiss the juncture of my neck and shoulder as he pushed his phone off to the side on the ground next to us.

He’d successfully unbuttoned my shorts and was in the process of dragging them down my legs when his phone began vibrating non-stop. He glanced at the screen as the third call came in. “For fuck’s sake,” he said in frustration. “I’m so sorry Scottie, that asshole won’t stop until I answer.”

I glanced at the screen and saw a picture of a guy in a suit, holding a football, with the name “The Love Machine” lighting up the screen.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s some sort of name.”

“Well, he’s some sort of guy,” he began by way of explanation. “He’s one of my two best friends. He literally won’t stop calling so, ugh, he’s the worst cockblocker. Jus-just stay just like this, I’ll be quick,” he began.

I laughed at his annoyance yet again before saying, “You want me to answer?”

A sly grin reminiscent of The Grinch graced his lips. “Yeah, that’d be epic. Fuck with him. Here,” he said as he hit accept and put the call on speaker.

“About fucking time you little dickhead,” the deep voice on the other end of the line said.

“Hello? Who’s this?” I answered in a sweet and innocent voice.

“Oh shit, sorry,” he said before mumbling more quietly, “Did I dial the wrong fucking number?” when he must have pulled the phone from his ear most likely to check the number he had dialed, which had me giggling while Nicholas was laughing against my skin where he’d resumed pressing open-mouthed kisses to my now very heated skin.

“Wait, who the hell is this? Where’s Nick?” he demanded.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said in a sugary-sweet voice. “He’s a little busy at the moment. May I take a message for him?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? The little shithead is trying to get his dick wet, isn’t he? Don’t fall for his charm,” he said in a flirtatious way. “He’s not all he’s hyped up to be. What’s your name, darling?” he drawled.

That had Nicholas’ attention because he raised his head up, “Back off asshole,” he directed towards the phone that I held in my hand where it was still on speaker.

“Oh! There’s our Golden Boy. So ahh, what are you two crazy kids up to?” he asked cheekily. “Who’s your new lady friend, huh?” he asked.

“We’re busy. What do you want?” Nicholas grumped as I let out a squeal when he circled my nipple with his tongue.

I whisper-hissed, “Nicholas! Stop,” not meaning any part of it.

His friend must have heard because he began laughing. “Yeah, Nicholas , staaap. Leave that poor girl alone, who’s name is…” he let the last part hang.

“Scottie, my girlfriend. Scottie, meet my asshole cockblock of a best friend, Nic,” I stilled as I registered him referring to me as his girlfriend. “He literally has the worst fucking timing too.”

“Ahh, the infamous Scottie. It’s nice to meet you, but don’t believe a word that that jack off tells you. He’s in fact not all that,” he laughed. “So gorgeous, tell me, what has you two busy at the moment that he can’t spare me a few minutes.”

I stumbled, “Oh, umm,” but nothing came out while Nicholas’ best friend didn’t even attempt to hide his laughter on the other end of the phone.

Nicholas gently captured my hand that held the phone and moved it closer to his mouth. “Unless this is a life or death situation, I will have to call you back.”

“Good talk, big guy. Call me later,” and with that he hung up while he laughed some more.

“So ah, your best friend, huh?” I asked somewhat awkwardly.

“Yeah. He’s good people for the most part, just loves to bust my chops. You’ll meet him soon,” he told me as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Now,” he continued, “where were we?” As he gave me a big smile before capturing my lips once more and seeking out my tongue to play with his.

We continued to kiss while his hand cupped my pussy, his thumb massaging my clit through my underwear. I was panting, so turned on by him. I was unbuttoning his jeans when his phone went off, vibrating yet again. Non-stop.

“I swear to God, if that is Nic again, I will disown him as a friend,” Nicholas said as he dropped his forehead to my chest and I ran my hands down his back on a giggle.

He turned his head over to see the screen and then groaned once more, “I’m really sorry, but I gotta answer this. But, ahem, you want to answer this one too?”

“Hmm?”

“Here,” he said as he grabbed his phone. “Let me introduce you to my mom.”