FOUR
Reese
“You know, I didn’t take you for such a festive guy.” I entered the kitchen where Nolan sat, enjoying coffee at the site where he’d eaten me out just last night.
“Didn’t take you for such a kinky girl.” His cocky grin melted my heart. Something in the tone of his voice was connected via an imaginary string to the center of my belly, pulling me to him with every word. He opened an arm, and I stepped into him, snuggling into the warmth of his worn gray T-shirt.
He smelled so good. I couldn't believe the man who’d made me come so often last night was sitting right here, casually having coffee the next morning.
“Truth is…” he hummed in my hair. One hand slid up the back of my leg, fingertips whispering at the crease of my thigh, so close to touching my already soaked pussy, but not nearly close enough at all. “I make sure the apartment is decorated every holiday for Melody.”
I nodded, the memory of sweet little Melody turning up the corners of my mouth.
“Where is she?” I glanced around, finding evidence of his daughter all over the place in the bright light of day. A backpack hanging off one chair, little girl’s shoes at the entryway. A school picture on the fridge. Everything about his life was so normal.
“Sleepover at grandma and grandpa’s house.” He winked, pulling me into his lap and connecting our lips. “You’re even more beautiful first thing in the morning.”
Warmth radiated up my chest. The soft jersey of his T-shirt rubbed my bare nipples and caused their puckered outline to alert him to his effect on me. “How did I end up in this anyway? I swore I went to bed in a very tight Michael Kors dress.”
A crooked grin lifted his face as he spread my thighs with his palms, kneading at my skin and soaking my pussy—and his lap. “Thought you'd be more comfortable sleeping in this. I feel like I wasn’t a very good host last night, but I haven't had a sleepover of my own…well…” He shoved a hand through his perfectly disheveled hair. “Ever.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Really? Ever?”
His eyes scrunched as he thought back in time. “Honestly, the last woman who was in here other than my housekeeper was probably you.”
“Me?” I laughed. I hadn’t been to his house since… “When I babysat?”
His eyes held mine, soft and strong, beguiling. He sucked me in, dragged me under with just a glance. “Believe so.”
“That’s crazy. Surely you’ve dated or had a one-night-stand or—”
“No. None of that. Melody and I have had a lot of great bonding time the last twelve years,” he finished softly, breath tickling at my ear, something haunting and sad in his voice.
I remembered when my dad had announced to us that Nolan was adopting a child. I’d never really understood why. A handsome guy like him must have had women lined up out the door, but Dad only said Nolan had never found the right woman to start a family with, so he took matters into his own hands.
“Gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen Melody. I think it was that Easter picnic before I left for college.” I remembered the dark little braids and bright, shining smile. Melody Redford was a gorgeous little girl, and in the short time I'd spent babysitting her, she’d always been nothing but sweet. I was only thirteen or fourteen the summer I sat for Melody, and she was only four, but she was so full of personality and life. Nolan had told me one night after he’d gotten home that her birth mother had abandoned her outside of a hospital in the middle of winter. Melody was addicted to booze and cocaine when she was born, underweight, in need of NICU—and rehab.
Nolan had said that night that Melody needed him. She probably wouldn't have made it without the expensive care and therapies she underwent in the first year of her life to get her to fighting weight and health. But still, he needed her more. Melody showed him the real meaning of life. His proud fatherly words had struck me then, and I still carried them with me now. Nolan was such a strong man with so much love to give, it overflowed from his heart.
Truth be told, I think I’d fallen for Nolan that night, seeing the love he had for his little girl, his desire to rescue her and love her, his determination to give her the life she deserved.
“We’re going trick-or-treating next weekend. You should come with us,” he whispered, tracing the shell of my ear with a fingertip.
I shuddered at the sensation, a smile pulling at my cheeks. “That sounds like fun.”
“You know what else sounds like fun?” he breathed, a hand cupping my breast, thumb fingering my tight little nipple.
“What’s that, you candy kinkster?”
He chuckled softly before his hands pushed the hem of his shirt up my thighs. “A taste of you.”
I turned into his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck and sucking in the scent of him first thing in the morning. Toothpaste, coffee, cologne, intoxicating. “I want to taste you…”
His eyebrows rose in surprise before his grin turned up devilishly. “This is all about you, Reese. Your pleasure. I get off just seeing you come under my hands.” He placed a kiss on my lips.
“But I can’t stop thinking about your…” He arched one playful eyebrow. “…cock in my mouth.”
As soon as I said the word, his hands were on my face. He was fucking me with his tongue, then trailing a path up my neck to land at my ear. “Is that so, Ms. Hamilton?” I nodded in reply, eyes big and peering up at him from my spot on his lap. “Well, Sugar Lips, pick your poison.”
I tilted my head, unsure what he was referring to. He arched an eyebrow, sliding a bowl of candy across the counter toward me. My eyes shot open, heartbeat whipping up to a fever pitch thinking of all the things I could do with him.
“Close your eyes. I want it to be a surprise,” I breathed. His eyelashes fluttered closed before I slid off his lap, sucking on my bottom lip as I snatched the first thing that came to mind. A packet of Pop Rocks in my hand, I slid down to my knees between his thighs.
I opened them quietly, then set them at my side before I worked the waistband of his pants down his hips just enough to free his cock.
And by free his cock, I meant free the monster.
Nolan was huge. How had I not noticed he was packing that behind his suit pants? Nolan Redford was walking around with a Titanic-sized cock hanging between his thighs. I took my time, fingertips stroking up the ridge, teasing him. He twitched and shuddered, chest kicking up in breathless pants as his hips began to rock slowly, seeking out the warmth of my hand.
A grin turned my lips when I snuck the package of Pop Rocks in one hand, pouring a few onto my tongue before moving between his knees and flicking the tip of my tongue along the thick head of his penis. The rocks blasted like a hundred little fireworks on my tongue, popping against his dick and making him launch off the barstool he was perched on. His hands gripped my hair tightly, eyes wide and an incredulous smile filling his face.
“Jesus, I did not expect that out of you, Sugar.”
I didn’t have a chance to respond; I was already tipping back another mouthful of rocks. In the next instant, I was swallowing his girth in my mouth, feeling his cock pressing at the back of my throat as a million firestorms of feeling erupted around his dick. His hips were rocking, his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip as one hand clutched at my hair, the other holding him steady on the seat of his stool.
“Fuck, Reese. Fuck me!” He gritted through a clenched jaw before long, hot jets of come flooded my throat. I swallowed swiftly, drinking the essence of him down before licking up his heavy cock and sucking sweetly on the tip. I placed one last kiss there before he was hauling me off the floor and up the length of his body.
“Christ, I love everything about you,” he breathed against my lips before smashing our mouths together in a take-no-prisoners kiss.
I loved everything about him too.
I loved him so much an anxious ache was starting to settle in my stomach.
Soon this weekend would be over, and then what? We went back to our real lives, pretending this never happened?
I didn’t think I could do that.
Walking away from Nolan Redford would crush me.