Page 58 of Who’s Playing You (In The Nick of Time #1)

SCOTTIE ANDERSON

A fter Nicholas literally carried me to our bedroom and into the huge walk-in shower, where he proceeded to wash every inch of my body, we lay in the way-too comfortable bed. It was like literally laying in a cloud.

His hands were stroking through my long locks and I moaned in contentment, just being completely in the moment and without a thought in the world. This is what I imagined inner peace must feel like.

“Honey?” he hedged.

“Mmm?” I cracked my one eye open and peered over my shoulder at him. We were tangled in the sheets, where he had been holding me since we crawled into the bed.

“You never told me why you were so emotional before,” he quietly said. Hesitant almost, which felt unnatural for him because he was one of the most confident people I’d ever met.

“Oh,” I replied. Now realizing that I hoped the kitchen sex-fest would have distracted him from that whole piece of my reality, much like it’d distracted me in the moment.

“Yeah, oh . So tell me. Please. Why were you emotional and upset? If someone hurt you, you must tell me, you know that right?” He said in a way that was meant to be reassuring and sweet, but also felt ominous and dangerous.

I’d never felt such protection from anyone before, and to be honest, I really loved feeling so cherished and revered. I felt like… I could breathe. That I could let my guard down because there was someone who was looking out for me.

With that thought, I let out a deep sigh. “I was at the hospital earlier…” I began but he cut me off. “Why?” he demanded. “Are you not well?”

I couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped my lips as he jumped out of bed, stark naked, his half hard dick jutting up into the air and bouncing with his erratic movement while the light bounced off his delicious piercings - my new favorite jewelry.

“Relax. Come here,” I implored him. “I’m fine.” But he eyed me skeptically.

“Tell me then, why were you there and why did it upset you? If you’re going to the hospital, I should be with you.”

“Boy, we’re feeling awfully caveman-y, aren’t we? Would you relax and come back to bed?”

“No, not until you tell me.”

I let out a deep sigh and rolled my eyes, I couldn’t help it. But I knew I felt comfortable enough to share my truth with him, and so, I sat up, my back leaning up against the headboard as I faced him. I pulled the sheet up higher on my chest in an effort to provide myself with some sort of armor.

“Sweetheart?”

My eyes snapped to his. “Yeah?”

“Don’t hide from me. That also means covering up. Those are my tits. I’d like to see them. But more than that, I need to know why you were at the hospital and why it upset you.”

“If you must know, I was there for a mammogram.” I said matter-of-factly.

“A mammo… wait, that’s like a boob test or exam or something, right?” He looked slightly confused with his eyebrows scrunched up, and his hands found his hips. But he was still on full display and his glorious cock was still ready for… something.

He, his dick that is, was actually quite distracting and made it hard to focus on telling him this very serious thing about me that no one knew about.

“Yeah, that’s right,” I began but he immediately said, “You’re too young to be getting one of those. So… why?” he looked flustered.

“I’ve been getting them since I was eighteen.”

“Why?” he lowered himself to the bed, sitting facing me, while his large hand grasped my thigh and his other covered my hand.

“Well, I have a family history of breast cancer. And so, there’s a real chance of me getting it too…”

He quickly cut me off, “Did they find something?! Is that why you were upset? Oh my God, why didn’t you tell me? I would have gone with you!”

I gave him a slight smile because his concern made me feel loved and it was such a foreign feeling to me, something I’d been missing for so long.

“Because no one knows. And I always go by myself,” I began.

“Not anymore you don’t! When’s your next appointment? I’m coming!” he declared. “Bu-but what did they say? Are you okay?” He asked the last part more calmly while his large hand cupped my cheek.

“Yeah, I’m okay Nicholas.” I told him honestly.

“They found two cysts on my right breast, behind my nipple, but they’re fine.

They’re normal.” I told him, while his eyes dropped down to look at said breasts.

I had let the sheet fall a bit earlier, I mean, how could I not after his declaration of what was his?

Call it caveman behavior, but it did something for me.

“An-and what does that mean,” he half stammered. “It’s what? Normal to just have cysts? Do they hurt? Jesus, Scottie!” his whole face turned grave. “I literally devoured your breasts earlier! You should have told me. Did I hurt you? Did I hurt them ?”

I couldn’t help the grin on my face and my hand found his. “No, you didn’t hurt me or my boobs. You know I love what you do to them,” I said honestly.

“Thank fuck!” He let out on a relieved breath. “I fucking love your tits, baby. But more importantly, I’m so relieved you’re okay. But then… why were you crying? Did they say something else to you?”

“I don’t know…” I began and let out an exasperated breath. “Nicholas, you’re the only person in my life that knows. Well, I mean Earl knows - or knew - but he was never much concerned about it. Not really.”

“He’s an asshole, and he never deserved you. I hope you know that,” he replied instantly and fiercely.

I smiled at him in return, “Yes, I’m aware. Thank you.”

“Thank you for trusting me,” he quickly added. And as he said that I continued and shared with him how I’d lost my mom to breast cancer and that I’d been vigilant about being tested since I turned eighteen. And how it was just a very emotional thing for me.

“Because it also serves as a reminder of what you’ve lost,” he said without me having to say it.

I shuddered a breath before admitting on a breathy exhale, “Yeah, something like that.”

“I’m so sorry that you’ve gone through all of that. But you don’t have to do it alone anymore. Okay? Promise me?”

“I promise you.”

“Okay, so now, since we’ve gotten that cleared up,” he said as he shifted closer to me on the bed.

I eyed him suspiciously, “Wh-what are you doing?”

His hands cupped both of my breasts, as if he were weighing them. I peered down as his fingers brushed over my nipples, making them immediately harden to points. His index fingers lazily rubbed over my hardened peaks as he licked his lips and watched how he played with me.

“Honey, I love your breasts. They’re beautiful and perfect.” He looked up at me and I smiled at him in appreciation. He was being so genuinely sweet and affectionate with this delicate situation.

“If you’ll allow me, I’ll always make sure you feel good, and that includes your tits, which frankly, Scottie... Fuck .” He let out a pained breath. “I really want to devour them. It’s become one of my most favorite things right after eating out your sweet little pussy.”

“You say the sweetest things, Nicholas.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m not trying to be sweet. These tantalizing tits are calling my name and begging for my attention.”

I looked down at his raging hard-on, which he couldn’t hide to save his life and laughed, “Looks like there’s something else that’s begging for attention.”

His eyes quickly jumped to my eyes, before returning to stare at my breasts, only to return to my eyes where I raised my chin in the direction of his very proud and upright cock, which was now leaking precum.

He glanced down at it, and when his gaze returned to mine he was smirking.

He moved his hand, letting the weight of my breast drop, and started stroking his erection, smearing his precum over his tip.

Without thought I salaciously and unapologetically licked my lips.

“You see something you like?” He asked teasingly.

As I watched him stroke his erection with slow, languid movements, and watched as more precum leaked from his tip it hit me like a freight train.

“You didn’t wear a condom!” I said to him as my eyes snapped to his.

His whole body stilled.

His right hand still held my breast, but his teasing of my nipples ceased. Likewise, he was no longer stroking himself. His large hand just held his full-on erection as he stared at me.

“Wh-what?” he replied almost sheepishly.

“Before… in the kitchen. Oh my God, you didn’t wear a condom,” I almost whispered. My brain was processing. And he could tell.

“Sweetheart, it’s going to be okay… we-we got swept up in the moment…” He didn’t outright apologize for his part, but I suppose we were equally to blame after all. And he was right, we both got so swept up.

Deliciously so.

I took a cleansing breath, clearing my head.

Trying to formulate a plan.

He noticed, because he tipped his head to the side. “Honey?” I locked eyes with him. “It’s going to be okay, you know that right? No matter what.” I nodded my head, because I believed him when he said it.

He believed it too.

But this felt almost like reversed roles. Weren’t the guys usually the ones who freaked out over this type of scenario? And yet, here he was.

As calm as could be.

“What are you worried about, Scottie?” He implored me. “I’m clean. I would never put you in any sort of danger, you know that right?”

I did know that. He’d never intentionally do anything to hurt me. So I nodded my head.

“So if that’s a non-factor, because I can assure you, I’m as clean as they come. What are you afraid of?” He let that last question linger in the air before he followed it up with, “Getting pregnant?”

It felt like a lifetime passed before I could answer him.

“No, I’m not worried about you getting me pregnant, Nicholas.”

He cocked his head to the side in confusion because that was obviously the most logical fear to have, “You’re not?” He asked and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.