I anxiously rearrange the plates on the table for the third time. I don’t know why I’m so nervous for Nolan to come for dinner. I suppose it could have something to do with the fact that I’ve never made food for anyone who isn’t my family, and even then, they’d encourage me not to. I’m not the greatest cook, but I can at least make a few dishes to survive on.
Tonight’s meal consists of spaghetti and meatballs with some garlic bread. Everything either came from a jar, a bag, or a box. It’s nothing fancy, but at the same time, it’s more effort than I’ve ever put in for a guy before.
A soft knock sounds at the back door, and butterflies flutter crazily in my belly just knowing he’s here. “Come in,” I call over my shoulder, rushing to the pot of pasta on the stove when it’s just about to boil over.
“Damn, that smells good,” Nolan calls from the mud room.
“It’s nothing fancy, but it’s the best I can do—” Any other words I’d intended to say leave my brain when I catch sight of Nolan’s black eye.
“It’s worse than it looks,” he says quickly.
“What the fuck happened to you?” I ask with a gasp, dropping the wooden spoon and striding to him, my anger nearly to the same point as the pasta—boiling over.
“I had a chat with Wade this morning.”
“Fucking-a, Nolan.” I gasp when he turns and the light catches on the shiner.
“I deserved it for keeping us a secret from him,” he reasons.
He’s wrong. My brother was out of line. But I can’t help the warm gooey feeling I get when he says the word ‘us’. “At least tell me that asshole has one to match.”
Nolan shakes his head. “Bloody nose, though.”
“Do you need some ice or something?” I wince at how painful it looks.
“Naw, Shayla had me putting baggies of snow on it all day,” he says with a laugh.
“God, I can’t imagine how much worse it would be if she hadn’t.”
“It’s not that bad, really.” He takes a step toward me so we’re touching. “And it was worth it.”
It’s as if all the air is sucked from the room when he looks at me like that, like he really believes I am worth getting into a fight with Wade. Standing on tip-toes, I press my lips to his.
Nolan wraps his arms around me, pulling my body flush with his. Our kiss turns scorching with a clash of lips and teeth and tongues and I’m certain we’ll be taking a detour before dinner, if we even get to dinner.
“Fuck dinner, it was probably shit anyway,” I murmur against his lips.
Scooping me in his arms, he carries me through the kitchen and up the staircase to my bedroom. He has barely placed me standing before we’re tearing at one another’s clothing, throwing the garments and not having a care as to where they end up landing.
A gasp escapes me when Nolan lifts me once again and lays me on the bed, naked.
He stands and surveys the sight of me completely exposed before him, his eyes dark with desire. “Rylie, you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen,” he whispers.
Goosebumps rise on my skin with his heated gaze and words spoken with an air of reverence.
Bending over me, he presses his lips to mine while his fingers explore between my thighs. Slowly he probes at my entrance, drawing the evidence of my desire up to circle my bundle of nerves.
I allow my hands to roam over the dips and valleys of his toned physique, admiring the strength lying just beneath the surface. Nolan’s always had a beautiful body, now I actually get to enjoy it.
The pace of his fingers increases, drawing moans from me, making my body writhe with pleasure. Pressure builds in my core and I’m so close to climax. “I’m going to come,” I gasp out, breaking from his kiss.
Nolan continues to rub my clit, his mouth traveling down my chest to take a nipple into his mouth.
As soon as his teeth graze the sensitive peak, my orgasm roars through me. Sensation overwhelms me when I cry out, my body trembling with the aftermath of my release. All the tension leaves my body, my limbs melting into the bed.
When I finally open my eyes, there is Nolan hovering above me with a self-satisfied smile on his face and his cock in his hand. “Are you ready for me?” he asks, rubbing at my clit again.
Since I am still incapable of forming words, instead, I splay my thighs wider for him.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says with a chuckle.
Placing my calves to rest at his shoulders, he slowly slides into me, pulling a groan from the both of us. In and out, he thrusts at a languorous pace, the two of us reveling in the feel of our bodies joining together.
Taking control of my own pleasure, I place my fingers where Nolan’s had been, rubbing circles around the bundle of nerves there. With the feel of him moving inside me coupled with my own motions, it doesn’t take long before I’m on the edge of another orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers as my inner muscles continue to tighten around him the closer I get to coming. “Are you going to come for me, Rylie?”
“Yes,” I gasp when my climax overtakes me, my muscles gripping his cock tight as he slides in and out of me.
“God damn,” he curses, his muscles growing tight as he nears his own release. “I’m going come. I forgot the condom, where do you want me to come?” he rambles, slowing his pace and gritting his teeth.
I don’t have time to answer before he’s pulled out and spilling his seed on my stomach.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his head thrown back and his eyes closed while he pumps the last of his cum onto me. When he finally opens his eyes, he gazes down at me with a dazed expression, then takes in the mess on my stomach. “I am so sorry.” Scrambling from the bed, he makes his way to the bathroom and I hear the water running.
I can’t help but giggle at his horrified expression when he returns with a wet washcloth. “It’s fine,” I reassure him.
“I can’t believe I forgot the condom,” he laments, shaking his head.
“After this traumatic experience, I’m sure you’ll remember next time,” I tell him with a laugh.
He gives me an unsure grin while he wipes down my skin.
“Oh shit! I think I left the stove on!” I shout, jumping from the bed and heading for the door when the scent of burning food reaches my nose.
“I’ve got it,” Nolan says, pulling his underwear on quickly before dashing out the door.
Stunned, I stand beside the bed for a moment, mortified at my carelessness. When I hear his footsteps coming back up the stairs, I quickly finish cleaning up in the bathroom and by the time I’m pulling my panties on, he’s back.
“Well, there’s a little bit of a mess to clean up, but nothing caught fire,” he assures me, pulling me back toward the bed. “I’ll help clean it up tomorrow, but right now, I just want to feel you against me.”
I slide into the bed, facing him. Brushing my fingers lightly over Nolan’s bruised face, I ask, “So, where does this leave you and Wade?”
“I might need a new place to live,” he says with a grin and a laugh.
I shake my head. “You men are ridiculous.”
Nolan’s expression turns serious for a moment. “He’s moving downtown. He already signed a lease and that’s why he didn’t have money for rent. I just found out this morning.”
“Well, I am looking for a roommate,” I tell him with a grin.
“So, which room do I get?” he asks, brushing a lock of hair from my forehead.
“Oh, that’ll be part of the rental agreement… you have to sleep in my bed.”
“Is that so?”
“Mhm,” I tell him with a smirk. “And maybe cook.”
“Who says I can cook?”
“At this point, I’m sure your cooking is leaps and bounds better than mine.”
“Touché.” He laughs. “Are there any other clauses in this rental agreement I should be worried about?”
“Hmmm,” I murmur, tapping my finger on my lips in thought. “I think I’ll have to put something in there about a weekly minimum for orgasms.”
“That’s just the kind of deal I’d expect from a naughty woman like you,” he says with a smirk, but not denying the bargain.
“Do we have a deal then?”
“Hell yes,” my new roommate says with a grin.