Page 4 of Property Of Nicky

A blissful smirk forms on my cheeks as the torrent of little shocks hit. God, that was by far the best orgasm of my life. But the reason it was so good, has me bothered. Very hot and very bothered, actually. And once again, I turn the little button of my toy to on and let the thing pulse against my clit. Maybe I just need to work him out of my system, and then the next time I see him, I’ll be at ease.

CHAPTER 3

Trigger

When Nicky comes out of her room, I nearly crash into her. Not because we happen to be in each other’s way, but because the girl looks so damn hot, it’s taking everything in me to hold myself back from wrapping my arms around her, carrying her back into her room, and ripping that navy satin strapless dress right from her body. But I’d be leaving on those sexy-as-fuck silver spiked satin heels she’s got on. Hot damn.

I didn’t think the walking wet dream could get any hotter or make my pants any tighter, but all dressed up and with all that skin and ink on display, I may need to go change. My cock is already spewing at the end and I just took care of him before coming out of my room to get her. Just thinking about seeing her again had me needing to take the edge off. But after one look at the sexy girl, I’m right back in that throbbing state again.

All afternoon she’s been locked inside that room of hers, and I kept trying to come up with reasons to come a-knocking again. But I resisted. I’m pretty sure my having slept with her sister pisses her off, and I need to figure out how to deal with that shitof a problem before I make my next move. I don’t have a lot of regrets in my life because I’m a firm believer that our past is what makes us who we are and gets us to where we want to be, but right now, I regret having slept with JoeJoe. I would never have touched the girl had I known this version ever existed. I wouldn’t have touched anyone had I known Nicky would cross my path one day.

“Damn, babe.” I shake my head. “Never seen a sight I wanted to hold on to so bad.”

And man do I want to hold on to her. I want to hold on to every inch and never let her go. After getting to experience her feistiness this afternoon and getting to be on the receiving end of that smart mouth of hers, as well as seeing how hard she works and how dedicated she is to her job, I’m sold. I still need to find out what it is she does, but whatever it is doesn’t matter. Her dedication is hot as fuck. Then to top it all off, I got to see that sexy body of hers in her little tank top and shorts, with those perfect plump tits pointing right in my direction. Yeah, it wasn’t only my dick who decided I want to keep her. The girl is mine. And now, I just have to figure out how to convinceherof the fact.

But by the way she’s eating me up from top to bottom and biting down on that lip of hers, I know I don’t have to convince her body of anything. The chemistry between us is literally off the charts. She may be trying to deny it, but I know she feels it. I also know now that one of her hang-ups with me is the fact I’ve been with her sister. But I’m going to help her get past not just that, but all of her reasons. I’m going to knock those walls right down. And soon, I’ll get her to see that she is the only one I want, and that my past doesn’t exist anymore because all I can think about is my future. With her.

“Thanks,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts, and it’s obvious by the coolness in her voice that she’s put up her guardagain. “You actually clean up nice yourself. Now, should we head out? I don’t want to be late for my sister’s rehearsal dinner.”

Yeah, she can play off the attraction all she wants, but I’d bet a million bucks I’m not the only one who just made a mess of myself. I bet her panties are soaking wet right now. That’s if she’s wearing any panties in that hot little number she’s got on. Damn.

“After you.” I gesture for her to go first, wanting to get a look at what she’s packing in the back. As she steps in front of me, I take in every inch of that perfect peach of hers, hugged by the tight satin which hits her mid-thigh. My eyes slide farther down to her sexy calf muscles that lead to those fuck-me heels, and I have to give my cock a squeeze and adjust him in my pants. Hell, I’m not going to make it through the night without at least getting my lips on her for a taste.

When we get outside to my truck, I get a quick relief to my pain when I get to put my hands on her and help her up into the cab. Desperate to be close for a little longer, I reach for the seat belt and click it into place for her. Her eyes study my every move while mine study how fast her breaths are coming out and how hard her chest is pounding. Her breasts are heaving so hard her cleavage is about to spill from the strapless top, which is barely holding her in to begin with. And it’s taking everything in me not to lean down and run my tongue along the crease.

Fuck!

I need her so damn bad. But again, I have to be patient.

Finding more willpower than even a superhero could garner up, I pull myself away, shut her door, and go around to my seat. For the first five minutes of the drive there isn’t a single word spoken between us, but there is far from silence surrounding us. The panting breaths we’re both struggling to take in are loud. My knuckles are white as I hold the steering wheel tight to keep myself from putting the truck in park, climbing over the center console into her seat, and pinning her with a kiss. I want to giveher the air she’s struggling to get right now. I want to breathe her into me and fill my lungs so I can finally feel like I’m not suffocating in lust.

“So, where is the rehearsal dinner being held?”

Her voice comes out breathless, and when I answer her, mine comes out just as strained.

“It’s going to be at my bar. Trigger’s.”

“Oh, really?” Her head turns in my direction. “You own a bar?”

“Yeah, it used to be my dad’s. I took it over after he passed.”

She lets out a pained little gasp and shifts to face me in her seat.

“I’m so sorry, Trigger. How long ago did it happen?” The sweet sincerity in her voice causes a warmth to spread right through my chest. Damn, this girl gets to me.

“Thanks, babe.” I turn and give her an appreciative smile before returning my eyes back to the road and ensuring I keep my precious cargo safe. “It happened five years ago. Still pains me every day, but having the bar helps. It reminds me of him and keeps him close.”

She’s silent for a long beat and I look over and see her staring out the window, lost in thought. When she senses me watching, she turns her head back. “Do you mind if I ask what happened?”

My knuckles grip the wheel even harder as I think about it. “He was killed in a carjacking. Fucker took my father’s life over a scrap of metal and then ditched my dad’s vehicle twenty minutes down the road. The cops still haven’t caught the piece of shit who did it.”

I feel her hand over mine, brushing against my knuckles, which have been making the wheel creak from the tension I have on it. She tenderly soothes the skin and my soul at the same time, and doesn’t bother trying to put a bandage on my wounds with words. There really isn’t anything one can say to make itbetter. Other than life can be a real bitch sometimes and the ones left behind are the ones who get to suffer. At least for my dad, I know he didn’t suffer. It was a point-blank shot and he died on impact. It’s the only thing I’m thankful for from that day.

“My mom took her own life seven years ago. Not sure if Joe ever told you that when you two were um…” She doesn’t finish her statement but I know she wants to say when we were together. Joe hadn’t told me anything because that’s just the thing—we weren’t together like a couple. So, I’m shocked by what I just learned about their mom. And that piece of knowledge sinks like a lead weight in my gut.

“No, babe. We didn’t talk much.”

Fuck! The moment the words leave my mouth I want to retract them. But I can’t. She removes her hand from mine, and suddenly the air in the vehicle changes. It’s not cozy and filled with concerned warmth anymore; it’s frigid and cold and too damn lonely.

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