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Not waiting for Eva to respond, he turns back to us.
“Let’s go.” He turns his back on everyone and walks out the way we came in. I’m left stunned at what I just saw. If I didn’t think Dante had power before, the way he just commanded everyone to fall into place was something else.
Dante walking out sets us in motion, and everyone follows behind. Even Rhett, and once we’re out into the night air, the only one left inside is Eva.
I take in Nik’s composure, and he’s standing tall and strong, but I know he’s hurting. His mind is swimmingbecause, although we had prepared for what could have been, we never thought it would end like this.
Nik clears his throat. “Dad, um, where are you going?”
He steps up beside Dante. “Don’t worry about me tonight, son. It’s all going to be alright, and I’m not going anywhere.” He claps Dante on the back. “Dante’s been kind enough to already set me up for the night. I’ll go see your mom tomorrow.”
I feel Nik tremble, and I drop my legs from his hold. “I’m okay. I need to walk.” I take his hand as Stone leads us to the car. He helps me in and buckles me into the back, sliding in right next to me, not taking his hands from me, as if I might disappear if he does.
I kiss him softly and lean into his large, warm body. “Are you okay? I can’t believe your dad is here.” My eyes go wide as he looks down at me, with the same type of shell-shocked look.
He grumbles. “I honestly don’t know. I don’t know how to feel. I moved on with life, but was never able to grieve because I never had answers. It’s like he was brought back to life. After three years of not knowing, there are still so many questions.”
“And we’ll get them. Just not tonight.”
He nods as Stone gets in the driver’s seat and starts up the truck. We back out slowly, the headlights flashing over the building, and see Eva standing in the doorway with a look of disbelief on her face.
42
Nik
The night feels heavier as we drive away from those woods. I tangle my fingers with hers, afraid to let them go, afraid to lethergo. After seeing her bound and gagged, helpless in that chair, I know I don't want to ever be away from her. I know, there will never be a woman I feel so strongly for.
Noelle is everything I never knew I needed. She’s strong and fiery. She couldn't care less whether I can catch a football or not. She cares that I am a good friend, a good teammate, and a better lover. I want to be all those for her, and more. She’s already helped me come clean to my friends and helped me start to get over the guilt I’ve been holding for years.
She’s been a strong pillar while I navigated my first season in the NFL. Because if I had added all this crap on top of being a rookie, I don’t know if I would have made it.Sure, some of this crap came about because she was writing a story, but whether it was her or someone else, my sister would have gone to great lengths to keep the story quiet.
Or she would have done it again. Her mentioning the Super Bowl has me wondering who the hell Eva Papas really is anymore.
I’m beyond grateful for Noelle. Her take-no-shit attitude mixed with that sexy-ass body, right down to that green nail polish, kept me grounded.
And now, she needs to know.
She insists on walking into my building and into the elevator. But once those doors open and we step out onto my floor, I scoop her up again and walk inside my condo with her. I take her right to the bathroom, set her on the vanity, and start the shower.
With all the control I can muster, I undress her, delicately, then place her in the shower. I quickly undress myself and step in behind her, letting the warm water wash over us. I let it take away the night, the last few weeks, the past I was running from, all of it.
“Let me.” I already had a bottle of her shampoo in here, so I pour some into my hand and begin to wash her hair. The suds roll down her shoulders and back, over that ass I can’t get enough of. But for right now, I just want to be close; I want to take care of her. I take my shower gel and rub it together in my palms, creating more bubbles. She leans back against me, and I start at her neck, massaging and letting my hands drift over her skin, letting the bubbles flow down before softly cupping her breasts, and rubbing down her ribs. Her sighs and mewls have me hard, but this is about her, loving her, and letting her know I am here.
She turns to face me, pressing her chest against mine. “I know what you’re doing.”
“What’s that?”
“Making it very hard for me to want to leave here.”
Smiling, I lean down and kiss her gently. “I’m glad it was that obvious."
She brushes her hands across my shoulders and down my chest, her fingers tickling my stomach. My cock twitches between us as I watch the water cascading over her, dripping off her breasts. She leans back just the slightest, her nipples rubbing against my skin, and looks up at me. “I always pictured myself as a professional first. I wanted to be secure in my career and myself before I could focus on adding anything else to my life. I was burned once before, so once I left that situation, I doubled down.” Her fingers drift lower as she strokes my cock. My mouth drops open, and my knees threaten to buckle. “But here I am, holding tight to a football player of all things.”
I jerk as she tugs on me and let out a quick breath. “You hold as tight as you want, baby. Just don’t ever let me go.” The words are out before I can think, and before she can offer a rebuttal, I capture her kiss and immediately take her breath away. She continues to stroke me as I push her against the cool tiled wall, and she lets out a hiss. Cupping her face in my hands, our tongues fight for dominance before I work my way, kissing down her neck, and nibbling on her shoulder.
“Turn around, se chreiázomai,” I breathe out, completely lost in the moment. “I need you right now.”
She spins, her hands splayed on the tile, arching her back, and sticking out her ass as she looks back over her shoulder. “Hard, Nik. Don’t be easy, I want to feel alive.”
