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I think of Nick washing my body with his rough hands in a soft and delicate manner. The way his hands ran over my most sensitive and delicate parts, making me lose myself. The trail of fire he left behind after every single scorching touch. I can’t stop thinking about the way he made me feel. So powerful, so confident, and so loved.
“Oh, fuck! Baby, I’m close,” he says again and I push my head back, wanting to feel that moment again.
Pushing him into me even more, I ask him to not stop. I’m so close too. I can feel the pressure between my hips grow. My mind fogs up, and my senses stop functioning. I’m about to lose myself to the memory of Nick Jackson loving me senseless.
But he stops. His breathing is harsh, and I feel the heat on my neck as he pauses his motions. I open my eyes to find out why he had stopped.
“Why did you stop?” I ask him, and he takes a moment to gather himself. “Ted?” I ask again. Both of our sweat is mingled from the impromptu sex we were having.
“I came, Carter,” he confirms as he removes himself from me and collapses beside me in my bed.
I’m coming down off my high. Not in the way I wanted, but I did. “Fuck, that was wild, babe.” He chuckles as he pulls me closer to his chest. “Right?” he asks me and I nod soundlessly, trying to push down my sexual energy.
When I listen to his breathing go from rapid to even, I know he has fallen asleep after what we did. I stare off into the darkness of my own home, sexually frustrated that I didn’t get to finish. Even then, if I did, I would have felt every bit of guilt. I was thinking about someone else and not my own boyfriend.
It was a fantasy.
Just a fantasy.
It’s then that reality hits me square in the face.
Chapter Forty-One
You Deserve Happiness Too
Nick
“You alright?” TJ asks as soon as the door swings wide open of their home.
“I’m fine.” I shove off my jacket and make my way towards the stairs so I can go to bed in peace. That motherfucker and the fucking nerve to smirk at me as if he won when she got in the car. He had the nerve to do that to me. The next time I see him, I will wipe the smugness off his face and rearrange his looks while I’m at it.
I challenged him right back. I stared at him without any hesitation and let him know that I was not backing down. I won’t. I refuse to.
I wanted nothing more than to get out of the car and drag him out and punch him until that smirk was no longer on his face.
She’s not a toy. He needs to know that. She’s not his and he has another thing coming if he believes that.
I know she still has feelings for me. I can see it every time she looks at me. I know it’s there, I just have to figure out how to reignite that flame. I don’t know how though. It’s been five years and she’s a little older, stronger. She’s not the same girl she once was, she’s all woman.
“Hey, Nick.” TJ grabs hold of my arm to stop me when I reach the first step.
“What?” I ask with a growl, unhappy that he stopped me.
“Come with me for a sec.” He gestures his head towards the kitchen and I shake my head to reject the offer, wanting to be alone for the rest of the night. I need to cool down, I’m too riled up over Ted. “Please?” He pouts, trying to lighten my mood. “Haley, would you mind if we had some guy time for an hour or so?” he asks my sister, who begins to read between the lines.
“I don’t need a therapy session, TJ. I said I’m fine, so leave it at that.” I stand my ground but my sister nods and squeezes my shoulder as she passes by me on the stairs.
“I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” She smiles and blows TJ a kiss as she nears the top of a grand staircase.
“Come on.” He releases my arm and begins to walk towards the kitchen, not checking to see if I’m following. After a few moments of standing alone on the steps and watching him disappear, I sigh to myself and follow after him like a dog. He knew I would, it’s what you get for being best friends for so long. We know each other inside out by this point.
“Here, Gatorade seeing as we can’t have beer.” He pushes to me a blue Gatorade to me and begins to walk out towards the back. Sliding the door across, we’re both met with a cool breeze as we walk out on to the decking of their expensive home. My feet meet with the cream tiles as we set ourselves up on the seats with white covers.
TJ lets out a loud sigh as he sits back and listens to the sound of cars moving and horns beeping in the distance. The cool night coats us as we sit and listen to nothing in particular, just the sounds of our environment.
I look down at the droplets forming on the side of the plastic bottle he handed me. I trace my fingers across it and allow them to fall freely. I open it up with my teeth and take a long needed gulp of it. The sweetness of the drink clouds my mouth.
“I’ll ask you again, are you alright?” he begins and I lift my head up to see him already watching me. We stare at one another, and I silently communicate that I’m not alright. I’m the furthest thing from alright. “I thought so.” He nods and sips on his own drink. Sinking down into his seat, he lifts his feet up and puts them on another seat. “Don’t tell Haley.” He points at me and I chuckle back, knowing my sister will kill him for putting his feet up on the new white seat covers she bought last week.
