Page 10 of Falling for Nicole
Chapter Three
Declan
I had a house full of people, but for some reason I knew the exact moment she walked through the door. It pissed me off. I was already irritated enough with Georgia telling me about something one of her friends said. I’m not interested in bitchy feuds. I don’t know how many times I need to tell her I’m not in this for anything more than a roll in the sheets; it doesn’t seem to stop her pretending she’s my girlfriend. If she wasn’t so flexible and easy, I’d have binned her off by now.
Having said that, I was glad she was pressing her surgically enhanced tits against my chest, as it served as a perfect distraction from the redhead holding my stare.
“Whoa, who’s that with your sister, dude?” BJ asks once I’ve released Georgia’s lips. I was hoping kissing her would banish Nicole from my head, but she’s right there, driving me insane, just like she has been since seeing her on the beach yesterday.
“Oh, that’s her old friend, Nicole,” I say as flippantly as possible, but the raised eyebrow I get from BJ says I may have missed the mark.
“She’s hot as.”
“She’s a twat.”
“Oh…I get it, bro.”
“Get what?” I snap, stepping away from Georgia.
“She turned you down.” His patronising smile makes me want to punch him.
“Fuck off. Like I’d ever want to go there.”
“You saying she’s fair play?”
I dismiss him and walk towards the kitchen to grab myself another beer, although I fear it isn’t even going to take the edge off. The thought of BJ hitting on Nicole makes me want to break his jaw. But why do I care? I don’t even like her…No, I can’t stand the sight of her.
What was meant to be a celebration of the start of the surfing season is turning into anything but a party…well, for me, anyway. Everyone else around me seems to be enjoying themselves. The mostly burnt food seems to be going down well, and the booze is definitely flowing. The only thing I can focus on is the fucking redhead in the cut off denim shorts that show off just the right amount of arse. Fuck me, this is ridiculous.
They’ve been here almost two hours, and I’m yet to acknowledge either my sister or Nicole, let alone speak to them. I want to say I’m playing it cool, focusing on my other guests, but that’s a giant fucking lie—and if the little glances I’ve seen Lilly giving me are anything to go by, I’m sure she knows exactly what I’m playing at. The fucking freaky twin thing is a real pain in the arse sometimes.
Georgia’s stuck to me like fucking glue. I can’t help thinking she’s trying to stake her claim. It’s hardly necessary, seeing as my house is mostly full of friends. Yeah, there are a few hot women, mostly ones BJ’s invited, but even still, it’s a bit much.
I stand out in the garden, one eye on what everyone’s doing out here and trying to look like I’m engaged with whatever conversation is going on around me, but in reality, my entire focus is on what’s happening inside the house. Nicole has kept her back to me since she saw me out here earlier, and while I should be happy about that, the small part of me that wanted to go to her has only been getting bigger and more persistent. I try telling myself it’s my desire to torment her, but I know it’s more. A wave of anger washes through me that she has me second guessing myself like this. I continue watching as Lilly tries to convince her to do something, but Nicole’s standing her ground as she remains where she is with her hands on her hips and shakes her head.
That all changes when BJ walks over to them.
Lilly smiles politely like she always does, even though I know she isn’t his biggest fan. It’s Nicole’s reaction I’m more interested in. I clench my fists as she looks him up and down and smiles, but it doesn’t meet her eyes like it would if she were interested. I feel a small smile twitch my lip.
“Let’s get in the hot tub,” Georgia purrs in my ear.
It’s relatively empty. She grabs my hand and tries tugging me over as I glance back into the house, trying to decide what to do.
“What is wrong with you tonight? You’re so distracted.” She looks up at me through her lashes and her voice drops before she continues. “I know what’ll get your attention.” She winks before grasping the bottom of her skin-tight dress and peeling it up her body, revealing a tiny, nude bikini. It causes every man in the garden—and a few inside—to stop their conversations and turn to stare. It’s blatantly obvious to me that Georgia is nothing more than a bit of fun, because in that moment I don’t care that every man here is currently imagining what it would feel like to be balls deep inside her. She eats up the attention and smiles at a few of her admirers before throwing one leg over the tub and sliding in slowly. Once her body has disappeared, all previous conversations restart.
I feel her eyes on me before I see them, but when I look up, Nicole is staring daggers at me.What the fuck did I do?It amuses me greatly that I can get her riled up when I’m not even in the room.
It’s not long before I spot Lilly dragging a pissed off Nicole out to the garden. My sister flashes a bright smile at me and it reminds me how happy I am that she moved here. I hate to admit that I missed her when I came down here for uni, but I did, especially when her life started going to shit up there. It’s so good to see her back to her usual bubbly self. I may have been hesitant about her relationship with Lucas in the beginning, but I can see how good he is for her and the twins. Lilly is the most incredible mother; I can only guess she learnt it from our own.
I don’t pay any attention as Lilly pulls her dress up over her head and climbs in; my mind is still amused by Nicole’s muttered comment as she was begrudgingly dragged out here.“Who does he think he is? Hugh fucking Hefner?”I can’t help but smile as I look around at the scantily clad women walking around, and half agree with her. I’m just not seeing it as a bad thing like she seems to. I get to spend my days doing what I love, and I get to spend my nights partying with my mates and an array of women. I don’t think there are many men in their twenties who wouldn’t enjoy it.
Georgia must notice where my attention’s focused because she climbs onto my lap and runs her hands from my chest, down to the waistband of my shorts. I lose myself in the feeling before I’m distracted the second I hear Nicole huff out a frustrated breath and grasp the bottom of her vest. I suck in a sharp breath as she begins to reveal her toned stomach beneath, although I’m fairly sure Georgia thinks my gasp is due to her grinding down on me. This won’t be the first time I’ve seen her in a bikini; hell, my mother likes to point out often that we all used to run around the back garden naked during the summer months. But everything’s different now. I’ve no idea what happened, but Nicole is no longer the annoying little child who used to monopolise all of Lilly’s time. The Nicole in front of me right now is all woman.
Her hair falls back down as she drops her top to the floor, and I swear to god that time stands still as she shakes it out. The red waves fall over her shoulders as her tits bounce. My mouth waters as I stare at their fullness pressing against the almost too small bikini top. My gaze lowers and I see a series of feather tattoos over her ribs as she pops the button of her shorts and drops them down her legs, forcing my eyes to follow.
Fuck me.
I see Georgia’s smile out of the corner of my eye before she leans forward and starts kissing down my neck. She thinks my arousal is for her, because of her, but in reality she’s doing very little for me right now.
