Page 41 of Who’s Playing You (In The Nick of Time #1)

NICK SOBA

“ I want… the last option,” she said on a whisper as she looked up at me.

It was then that I realized that she was finally giving in. She was leaning into her strength and power by conceding some of it to me. She was finally letting me take care of her .

She had been fighting for so long, it had just been her against the world. And she’d had no one to take care of her or look out for her, until me. She, on some level, was realizing that I’d take care of her every need, want and desire.

I’d show up for her. Every time.

“As you wish, my love,” I whispered back where our breath was mingling, before I leaned down and kissed her like no one had ever kissed her before.

When we found ourselves as desperate for air as we were desperate for our next kiss, we reluctantly pulled apart, our foreheads leaning on one another, our breaths still mingling.

“As much as I’d love to continue this and have it go where it was clearly heading, you’ve had one hell of a week.

You need to take a hot shower and then eat a decent meal.

Okay, baby? You need to rest up, because when I do give you exactly what you want, you’re going to need your energy,” I said as I gave her a mischievous grin.

“Besides,” I continued. “We have all weekend.”

As those words left my lips, she took in a deep breath and said, “Oh no! Our trip…”

I chuckled, because I’d probably screwed up the getaway with my impatience to get her under my roof.

“We can still go…” but I realized that she wasn’t into that with her latest life developments.

“Or,” I dragged out the R, “I’ll just reschedule it for later in the fall or this winter.

” I shrugged my shoulders, showing her it wasn’t a big deal.

“I feel so bad, Nicholas. I’m so sorry. This weekend was supposed to be an amazing trip and I’d planned to really hone your newly-acquired painting talent.

” She grinned at me in that teasing way she was doing more and more of, and I loved it so much.

“This was supposed to have been our second to last session too.”

The guilt was really getting to her about all of this, even though just a minute ago she’d relaxed and let me take the reins. Now she was trying to pick up the pieces again, and figure it out - by herself. Because that’s what she was used to.

“Hey, hey, shhh. Honey, it’s okay. I’ll reschedule.

We’ll go another time. We can still do a daytrip to The Clark on Sunday if you want and are feeling up to it, or we can make our own venture right here,” I said as I gestured around my house.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this place is kind of special,” and I couldn’t help it when I capped that statement with a wink.

I continued, “We can go down to the apple orchard and paint there.”

“You have an apple orchard?”

I chucked. “Yup. And there’s a horse barn down there too.

But you know what? That studio out there might also be calling our names.

If I remember correctly from not-too-long-ago, we had some fun out there.

I owe you another modeling session so I’d gladly get buck-naked and have you just stare at me.

Just as long as we get a repeat of the last time we were out there,” I chuckled and said all of this lightly, but I meant every fucking word of it.

What we’d done out in that studio had been the highlight of my life thus far. And that was saying something!

By the time Scottie and I fell into bed that night, we were both exhausted.

After all the excitement with her apartment flooding (something that I could check off my to-do list now), packing up her things and moving her into my house, by the time she finished taking a shower and helping me make dinner, it was already late.

I had fed Scottie every bite, which I still thought was one of the most intimate things two people could share together. I wish we could take all of our meals together just like this, but I knew that wasn’t possible… for now.

Laying down in my bed, Scottie cradled in my arms, oh sweet baby Jesus! I don’t know what I’d done in this world to deserve this woman, for her to trust me and care about me enough to share a bed with me, but it was the literal definition of ecstasy.

I had crashed so hard with Scottie cradled in my arms, I’d literally never slept so well in my entire life. And I think the same could be said about her, because she had fallen asleep within five minutes of us laying down. The poor thing was beyond exhausted.

I saw the worry on her face when we were getting ready for bed, like she thought I was expecting something.

So when she went to the ensuite bathroom to brush her teeth, I’d followed her, wrapped my large arms around her from behind and nuzzled my face in her neck.

I had left the most gentle kiss behind her ear before whispering to her, “Honey, all I want to do is sleep with you in my arms tonight and for us to rest. Everything will not look so bleak or stressful tomorrow. Your apartment, your car… it’s just some bad luck. Together we’ll figure it out.”

She had immediately relaxed in my arms and gave me the cutest smile with the toothbrush hanging out of the one side of her mouth and the foam from the toothpaste covering her perfect teeth. Adorable . She was incredible and adorable no matter what she did or how she looked.

As the morning light crept in through my bedroom window - nay, our bedroom window - I wrapped my arms tighter around Scottie and she let out a contented little moan in her sleep.

I then heard the constant tap-tap of the rain hitting the metal roof.

One of the things I’d learned about this house since moving in were all the sounds it made.

One of my favorites was the sound of the rain hitting the roof.

There was literally nothing more calming and comforting. And with that, I snuggled further into Scottie while sneaking a glance at the alarm clock that was on her nightstand.

6:45 in the morning.

I cursed my very regimented routine and schedule, because I wish I could have slept a little longer. As that thought left my brain however, I realized that if I were still asleep that I’d miss this incredible view of a sleeping Scottie.

Her delicate eyelashes barely kissed her skin. Her mouth was open just a fraction as she faintly breathed in and out. She had a few scattered freckles over the bridge of her nose.

She was so beautiful that I just couldn’t wrap my brain around the fact that every part of her was this genuine and beautiful.

And she was finally mine.

I tightened my arms around her once more and when I did, not only did she let out a contented sigh but she pushed her ass into my already awake and hard cock. Now it was my turn to let out a groan because I was in pain.

I let my right hand roam down the side of her torso, but not before doing so, I gently squeezed her breast through my T-shirt that she was wearing. The weight and size of her breast was a perfect fit for my palm. Just like every part of her was a perfect fit for every part of me.

After I squeezed her breast a second time, she arched her back slightly and let out another moan.

I felt how her nipple had turned into an aroused and hard little peak.

Fuck me! She was so responsive to me. I couldn’t help myself when I pinched her nipple between my thumb and index finger and rolled it gently.

Her mouth opened more and she let out a heavier breath.

I reluctantly released her now very hard nipple while my hand drifted down her side. Once I reached her hip, I gripped it and pushed her ass further into me. My hard-on both thanked and cursed me, because he was desperate and leaking.

With my hand on her hip, guiding her, I had her push into me while I thrust into her.

My hard-on slid between her ass cheeks, while I gently ground into her and she let out another moan.

My fingertips played with the lace of her underwear, sliding beneath it, pushing it down her hip.

When my fingers reached her mound, I knew that I was totally pushing the limits here because she was still asleep.

Her body was a live wire, however. Her body was reacting to my every touch and she was now grinding into me of her own accord, while I pushed back - my raging hard-on continuing to slide between her ass cheeks.

My index and middle finger slid down her pussy lips, which were already slick because her body was ready and wanting mine.

Feeling how slick she was was like the green light that I needed because I now slid them down her pussy lips without hesitation while my thumb pressed on her clit. She let out a deep moan as I did.

I continued to gently massage up and down her outer walls, applying the perfect pressure to her clit, all while spreading her arousal.

I even circled her cute little back hole, spreading her arousal around it before applying just the slightest amount of pressure from my index finger.

Her outer ring immediately reacted and swallowed up the tip of my finger, so greedy for me.

I didn’t go any further, but instead went back to circling her hole, then returning to her pussy lips.

By now she was soaked. I gathered up some of her arousal and brought it up to her clit, where I circled her clit before my thumb reapplied pressure.

My index and middle fingers returned to massaging her pussy walls and then after two more up-and-downs of her walls, I slid my two absolutely soaked fingers into her channel.

She let out a gasp at the intrusion. I stilled my fingers inside her, not wanting to wake her just yet. Not until after her first orgasm at least.

She moved slightly, sticking her ass harder against my leaking and raging cock. My left arm was still stuck under her torso, but I was now able to massage her breast in my left hand under my T-shirt that had ridden up her body.