It's Complicated (Awkward Love 1)

“I hear you’re a pretty amazing cook,” Kayla comments, directing it at me. I shrug and wonder what else Anna has being telling her.

“Since when?” scoffs Dan. “Old Nicky boy can't even cook an egg properly. Remember?” he says, roaring with laughter. I groan. You burn one egg, and you never live it down.

“I might have improved marginally since then,” I retort with a frown.

“So, are you offering to cook dinner, then?” he says with a grin. “How about I catch, you cook?”

“Fine,” I say with a shrug. “Though with your track record, we might be starving tonight if that’s the only plan we have.” I wink at Anna. “Unless you’re relying on your daughter to get your count up?”

Dan laughs and lets out a low whistle. “Harsh, Nick. Harsh. How about you get in the kitchen like the good woman you are and cook?”

“Fine,” I say, shaking my head. I leave my rod in Max’s hands and start toward the door.

“So, should someone give Nick a hand to cook, then?” Kayla pipes up.

“Are you offering?” Dan chuckles.

“God, no,” Kayla shudders. I narrow my eyes, and she blushes. “It’s the fish I don’t want to touch, not you,” she assures me. This gets Dan laughing even harder.

Anna rolls her eyes. “I’ll give him a hand.”

She stands up and steps over her rod, brushing her hands off on her jeans. Something inside me stirs, watching her as she walks towards me. My gaze flickers to Dan, who is frowning at her. For the briefest moment, I wonder if he suspects something. No, that's ridiculous. He'd have absolutely nothing to base that on. The only way he’s going to find us out is if I keep acting like a paranoid idiot.

I keep my distance as I follow Anna inside, taking the short flight of stairs up to the kitchen. The moment we’re alone, I take her hand and pull her into my arms. I press my lips against hers and kiss her roughly.

“Fuck, I've been wanting to do that all day,” I mutter.

She sighs as I tilt her head and run my lips along her neck. We make out for a few minutes longer, but she keeps glancing over at the door like she's terrified of someone walking in.

“So,” I say with a grin, “I’m guessing you’re probably not up for anything more than kissing?”

“Why not?” she laughs. I’m shocked but not about to argue. I glance around for somewhere safe and spot the freezer. Anna follows my gaze, her eyes widening. “No fucking way,” she growls.

“Come on. Where’s your sense of adventure?” I tease her, slowly coaxing her toward the freezer. Finally, she sighs and follows me inside.

She closes her eyes as she kicks off her shoes and starts to unbutton her jeans. She laughs again, her eyes sparkling. I pull her into my arms and wrap them around her waist.

“I can't believe you’re making me get undressed in a freezer,” she says, shaking her head.

“I’m not making you do anything,” I grin. I press my lips against hers, kissing her softly. My body goes crazy just from touching her. As I creep my fingers underneath her to feel her skin, she slinks away.

“You’re crazy if you think that's coming off, too,” she laughs. “It's freezing in here.”

“You’re exaggerating just a little bit,” I grin, lifting my shirt over my head. “See? It’s not that bad.” Holy shit, I’m freezing my tits off. I undo my jeans and free my cock, while Anna mumbles something under her breath about it not being fair that I didn’t have to take my pants off while she did.

“If it makes you feel better…” I shrug out of my jeans and kick them aside, then lift her onto my waist. I slam her against the wall, pressing her back against the freezing cold metal bars. She gasps, her eyes widening in shock.

“Holy shit, that's cold,” she mutters.

I press my lips against hers as she gently rocks against my erection. With one hand, I roll on a condom. She tenses as I position myself at her entrance and gently push myself inside her.

“Holy crap,” she breathes.

“Is that okay?” I mutter, pressing my lips against hers. She nods and wraps her arms around my neck, gently bouncing herself against me as I drive deeper inside her.

I guide her face to mine and kiss her passionately, while gently thrusting further inside her. I worry about hurting her, but then she moans and locks her ankles around my back. The way she’s clenching her thighs together to lock me in begins to make me think my worry is unwarranted. That’s the only encouragement I need. I bury my face in her neck as I thrust back and forth.

“Oh, god,” she gasps, her screams muffled into my neck. She bites down, breaking through the skin, but the sensation of her pussy around my cock is all I can focus on. I pump harder, so close to coming, and then explode inside her. She gasps and grips my neck, her body shivering as she climaxes.