Page 6 of Property Of Nicky

Her stomach growls in response to my words though, and I realize my needs will have to wait. The girl was locked away all day and hasn’t had anything to eat other than the sandwich I brought her, so I need to feed her first. Then I can have my dessert.

“Come on, let’s go take our seats. They’re serving dinner now.” I entwine my fingers with hers to take her to the table, but before I get her away from the bar, she turns back toward Rake. “It was nice meeting you, Rake. Hope to see you later.”

A growl comes from close by and I realize I’m the wild animal who just made the sound. Nicky turns and looks up at me. Her eyes studying mine for a long beat. When I see a sly little grin trying to crack her lips before she bites it back, I take it as a sign that she doesn’t have a problem with my jealousy. In fact, by the heat now burning in her eyes, I think she likes my possessiveness. Which is good. Because until I’ve made my claim known to the men and she has my cut on her back, I’ll need to stay close by. Otherwise, my brothers will be on her like flies on a watermelon. Rake already putting on his charms proves my point.

We take our seats at the table, across from what are supposed to be her sister and Riff’s places, but at the moment they’re nowhere in sight, which leads me to believe my back room already has occupants. I shake my head, chuckling. I swear that room gets used more by my men and their women than it does by me for business. Though, I’m hoping by the end of the night, I’ll be christening it myself.

I shift and wrap my arm around the back of Nicky’s shoulders as we wait for the waiters to bring us our food. “So, babe, whatjob has you locked away all day and staying up until four in the morning?”

Nicky shifts in her seat like she’s uncomfortable with my question, and her cheeks suddenly turn ten shades darker. Damn, now, I really wish I could read minds. She doesn’t turn to look in my direction. In fact, she reaches for her water glass and takes a sip. The longer she stalls, the more curious I become about why she doesn’t want to discuss her business. Finally, she speaks but I don’t understand what has her so frazzled from the answer she gives. The girl should be shouting that shit and bragging to the world about all that she’s accomplished in her short life.

“I…um…own my own company. Most of my work is done online, though. Orders come in at all hours of the day, and so day and night, I’m making sure shipments go out from my warehouse and that my customers are receiving their deliveries on time. I also have to send out invoices, as well as make sure inventory is well stocked. Oh, and I handle all the customer service issues, too, so I’m always responding to emails.”

Hot damn. Not only does the girl have drive, but she started her own company and it sounds like she runs the whole damn show.

“What products do you sell, babe?” I’m eager to know every detail.

Again, her blush deepens and she nervously bites on her lip, doing everything she can not to look me in the eyes. I reach for her chin and turn her in my direction. “You could tell me you sell straws, babe, and I will still think you’re cool as shit. So, you have nothing to be embarrassed over. It’s fucking awesome that you have your own business. That’s something to be proud of.”

She gives me a sweet smile and nods, and then blows me a-fucking-way with her whispered answer.

“I sell sex toys.”

Thank God I wasn’t chewing food or drinking because I’d be choking right now. Holy shit. If the girl couldn’t get any hotter, well, she just did. Joe is kinky and wild in the sack, but now I know her sister is definitely the wilder one, not just by looks.

I can’t resist. I lean into her ear and let her know exactly what knowing that does to me. “You have no idea how hard my dick is right now. Everything about you is so fucking sexy, Nick.”

Her shiver pleases me. I pull her in closer, making sure she stays nice and warm because I definitely don’t want her icing me out again.

“So, you going to tell me how you got into the business?” Now, I definitely need to know every little detail about how my sexy vixen got into selling sexy little toys.

“Um…I…” She looks around the table as if she’s making sure no one else is listening, but no one is paying us any mind or even looking in our direction. My brothers are loud motherfuckers and have been drinking, so they’re even louder than usual. And their attention is definitely not on us. They’re all eating and talking shop, so my girl is safe to continue talking about her sexy-as-hell business.

“I had a toy die on me at the worst possible time.”

Her words have the image of her about to go over the edge and the vibrator dying out right before her climax appearing in my mind, and my cock is drooling at the mental sight.

“Anyway, after that, I got to thinking about quality and features that women would like to have. One thing led to another, and I started my own store. At first it was just an online shop to provide the best quality toys for women. Then it grew into something much bigger. I started working on designs and coming up with my own prototypes, and now, I have my own patented products in the shop too.”

And I’m guessing she was the one who got to test these prototypes out. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to be a fly on herwall when she was making sure her products worked right and would satisfy the customers. I reach down and adjust my cock in my pants because he feels like he’s being strangled in the position he’s in. How the hell am I supposed to get through dinner now?

“So, are you going to tell me the name of your shop? I definitely want to check it out.”

She shakes her head. “It’s just for women. So, there wouldn’t be anything on there for you. I mean, unless you want to buy things to use with the sweetbutts.”

Her shoulders stiffen and that chill I was trying to prevent has settled back over her. Fuck.

“Baby.” I shift closer, wanting to get my point across. “I’m not interested in any sweetbutt except for the sexy little peach attached to the girl I’m looking at right now. My interest in checking out the store is because I want to know everything about you. I’m interested, babe, if you haven’t taken notice, which means I’m interested in all of you. Every single detail. Including knowing what toys you like to play with when you’re alone in your room at night.”

Again, she squirms in her seat, but I don’t think it’s because she’s emotionally uncomfortable; I think she’s physically uncomfortable. I lean into her ear again, wanting to make her even more uncomfortable. So uncomfortable she’s begging to go to the back room as soon as it’s vacated.

“I want to run my fingers up under your dress right now, Nick. I want to feel how wet you get when you’re turned on and ready to play.” I brush my lips across her ear, smirking when I hear her little intake of air. “I want to hear the sounds you make when I’m working your little pussy over good. And see your face as you hit your peak and are rocked by pleasure. I want to know everything about you, baby. Every little detail.”

Her whimpered moans have my fingers creeping up her leg as if her sounds are their Pied Piper and they’re following her sweet song. “Do you want me to touch you, Nick? Do you want me to rub that little clit of yours right now under this table and ease the ache? Get you off in this room full of people.” Another moan falls from her lips as my fingers inch closer to their desired destination. “I bet you’re so damn swollen right now, aren’t you? I bet your hot little button is poking out and dying for some attention. I bet she needs to come so bad, doesn’t she?” I move up the final inch and, “Hot fucking damn, yes, she does.”

My fingers brush over her soaked satin panties and I feel how thick her lips are, right before I find her clit just as puffed out and ready for me to play with it.

Her eyes flutter closed to my touch and I’m so damn thankful she’s not pulling away, or slamming her legs shut, or stopping this from happening. I need to get her off more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I shift closer and turn to where she’s blocked from everyone’s view. Not just because I don’t want her opening her eyes and registering where we are and what is happening, coming to her senses and taking away my prize, but I don’t want any of my men to see the sight of her getting off. Until she’s claimed, I can’t trust a damn one of them from trying to make a move. A fact I need to remedy ASAP.

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