Page 19 of Big Nick Energy

“Chosen Ones. The Mighty SONs,” they all chanted in unison.

“This weekend is unofficially sponsored by the SONs, so I put this night together to announce a few things…” Amir started.

“This will take awhile. Amir can talk,” Nick said in a low, hushed tone. His breath tickled the back of my neck. “There’s a spot on the couch.”

I sucked in a shaky breath as I turned my face toward him. “We’re not both going to fit there,” I whispered back to him.

Gripping my hips, he brought his mouth close to my ear. “I don’t want you on your feet all night.”

A chill ran down my spine.

Even while Nick’s frat brothers were shouting around us, I could only hear Nick’s whispered words. Lost in his eyes and hyperaware of his hands on my body, an electric charge moved between the two of us and I knew he felt it too.

I swallowed hard. “I can’t talk to you if I’m over there and you’re over here.”

“Oh, we won’t be apart for long.” His body heat permeated my outfit as he shifted me. “Ol’ boy with the checkered shirt is getting up as soon as he gets the girl’s number.”

I checked out the man with the high-top fade and the woman with the blonde afro currently seated on the couch. “How do you know?” I wondered, resisting the urge to rock into him as we talked quietly.

“Look at his leg.” It was bouncing a hundred miles per hour. “He’s going to ask for the number and regardless of what she says, he’s going to leave the room.”

“Mm.” I nodded. “I see you’re very perceptive.”

“Very.” A couple of people entered the room, and he gave my hip a gentle squeeze. “Get your spot. I’m right behind you.”

“We’re reppin that green and gold at the game tomorrow,” Amir shouted as I crossed the room and sat on the couch. “The cameras will be out. The news coverage will be crazy. This will be the biggest college game of the year, and you know the Wasps sending scouts to check out our boys. And speaking of the Washington Wasps”—he waved off a couple of boos— “they are hitting their stride.”

There wasn’t enough room for me and Nick, but I still squeezed myself as close to the armrest as possible to create more room for him to join me.

“There’s room,” I mouthed to him, twisting slightly and leaning to the left.

He shook his head no, but he came to me anyway.

“There’s not enough room,” he told me, glancing at the space I’d created.

I blinked up at him. “We’ll make it work.”

He stared down at me for several seconds before he wet his lips. Reaching his hands out, he helped me to my feet. Our gaze never wavered as bodies softly collided.

“What are you doing?” I murmured, hoping his face was hovering over mine because he was going to finally kiss me.

He brushed his thumbs over the back of my hands before stepping around me. “Making it work.”

He took a seat.

“Nick!” I gasped as he pulled me into his lap.

He spread his legs and slipped an arm around me. Holding the wrap skirt together, I situated myself on his right thigh with my legs between his. I slipped my arm around his neck and allowed myself to be drawn into him. My breasts were sitting in his face and the way his eyes remained respectfully locked with mine made my nipples hard. I squirmed, drawing my legsfurther up to keep them from being exposed and I was almost certain that the thing pressing against my left knee was his dick.

He grabbed my legs and adjusted my positioning.

“Let me know when I get too heavy,” I murmured.

“I can handle you.”

My stomach flipped.

I didn’t think he meant it sexually, but my body took it that way.

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